Victor circled around them, spitting insults that were harsher and more piercing with each sentence.
He berated the laxity in military management to the absence of ideological construction, from dereliction of duty by senior officers to the non-existence of grassroots supervision, from betraying the trust of the people to disgracing the honor of the military...
He cursed for more than three hours!
No one dared to interject or even breathe heavily during this time. The secretaries and guards outside the office could vaguely hear the roar from inside, all of them as silent as cicadas in winter.
It wasn't until Victor's voice started to become hoarse that the fire of anger in his chest slightly subsided.
He sat back in his chair, picked up a water cup and took a sip, his gaze sweeping over the four nearly exhausted individuals in front of him.
