Ji Qirong was stunned by what Lin Xinghai said. He hadn't expected the other man's request to be so bizarre.
He glanced at Lin Xinghai, confirmed that he wasn't joking, and after a moment of silence, asked, "How long do you plan on occupying these 11 zones for?"
"One day! No, to be precise, we only need ten hours. We'll be heading back tonight," Lin Xinghai replied, glancing at the time on his wrist-mounted computer.
"Alright! No problem." Ji Qirong breathed an inward sigh of relief and quickly agreed.
If Lin Xinghai had needed the zones for a longer period, it would have been a difficult situation for him to handle. After all, top-tier geniuses like him were extremely prideful, and he didn't want to have a falling out over something so minor.
But if it was only for ten hours, he didn't need to worry about what Lin Xinghai's group was up to. In any case, it wouldn't affect the Military Department's subsequent plans.
