"If we're only aiming to catch up with the Great Tang Empire in terms of advanced weaponry, we'll always be eating Tang Mo's dust!" In the dimly lit basement, candlelight flickered. A red-haired woman sat at the head of the table, looking at several subordinates seated on either side.
Under the pursuit of the Great Tang Empire's assassination squad, it was already extremely difficult for them to gather and hold such a meeting.
However, they still held this meeting because they had finally found a "trick" that could turn the tables.
"In weapon research and development, we've completely fallen behind. The odds of catching up and winning on that front are slim." Sofia sat in her seat, to her right sat her confidante the Lady Earl, and on her other side was a man, emaciated and pale.
Over the past year, she had been hiding and dodging, living like a rat. But during this year, she hadn't been idle; she had been searching for an opportunity—a chance to strike back.
