Three days later in the afternoon, the sun was shining brightly at a military base's quadrangle reception room.
The leader of National Blade, Li Yiming, gazed with satisfaction at Luo Zheng and Wu Jin, who sat upright in front of him. Meanwhile, Lan Xue was lounging casually on the sofa. Among the few who dared to be at ease in front of Mr. Li were Lan Xue and her sister, as they had a close relationship having grown up with him. Luo Zheng didn't know why they were here. After setting out from the base early in the morning, they had rushed to arrive in the afternoon. With curiosity, he looked at Mr. Li and perked up his ears.
"Have you told him yet?" Mr. Li asked, looking at Wu Jin.
"Reporting, Sir, I have not." Wu Jin replied promptly.
