After the call ended, Luo Zheng returned the phone to the hotel manager, gestured for him to leave, closed the conference room door, and glanced sharply around at everyone. His eyes landed on Lan Xue, who understood and said, "Don't feel any pressure. This has nothing to do with you. Just do your part, that's enough. As for my dad, maybe it's a calamity written in his fate. Let destiny decide."
"Mm." Luo Zheng replied angrily, caught off guard by the opponent's actions, and the original plan had to be adjusted. After pondering for a moment, he looked at everyone, noticing they were all waiting for his command. With his heart steady, he thought, with such good brothers by his side, what's there to fear? A wave of heroic spirit swelled up as he declared, "If the enemy wants a fight, then we shall fight. The Fourth Squadron fears no one. I now give my orders."
