He slammed the table with force, making the crystal ashtray on it jump, "Lumar! My Defense Army Chief Commander! He has six fully equipped armored brigades in his hands! The finest T-72 tanks! They are rushing back at full speed! It won't be long before their tracks crush your ragtag crowd!"
His chest heaved violently, as if the massive roar had drained his last bit of energy, leaving only futile panting.
"By then, Song Heping, you'll be on your knees before me begging for mercy! And you—"
His bloodshot eyes stared fixedly at Song Heping, lifting a finger towards the man he wished he could tear into pieces.
"And your dirty mercenaries, not one will survive!"
Song Heping listened quietly, his face without any ripple, only the corners of his mouth slightly turned downward to form a cold and mocking arc.
In his eyes, there was no anger, no urgency, only an almost pitying calmness.
"Lumar's armored brigade?"
