Two o'clock in the afternoon, at a courtyard in a military base.
The elegant reception room was filled with the soothing aroma of tea. Sitting in the main seat was a kindly old man, his temples were speckled with gray, and age spots were fairly visible, looking like a completely ordinary old man. Who would have thought this old man is the leader of Huaxia Country's most powerful secret military force? His peaceful eyes were restrained but carried a hint of affectionate warmth as he gazed at the two people sitting beside him, a satisfied smile playing at the corners of his mouth. He was precisely Li Yiming, the highest leader of the National Blade.
