Yuan Tiangang stood on the deck; no one noticed that powerful energy had slipped through his feet into the ship, silently charging towards E country's warship.
At this moment, on the E country's warship, Commander Lovski frowned, looking at the nearby sea.
Just then, his phone rang again; it was the President calling.
The President's voice was urgent: "Lovski, the intelligence has been confirmed, have our fleet retreat immediately."
"What, retreat?" Lovski asked in confusion.
"Exactly, execute the order immediately." The President's voice carried a firm tone.
"Yes!" Though a bit confused, Lovski agreed.
Lovski hung up the phone, just about to issue the order when a soldier hurriedly ran over.
"Commander, something's wrong, our ship is moving forward." The soldier's face was full of panic, as if he had seen a ghost.
"What, didn't I just order standby? Who has the guts to disobey orders?" Lovski said angrily.
