Clearly, Shen Zhou was utterly at a loss due to Fang Qingyu's series of inconceivable, contradictory maneuvers.
He made a great effort to send dozens of Grandmasters.
Just to have them stand idly at a specified location?
And even notified them in advance of a life-threatening danger?
What exactly is he trying to do?!
"Mr. Fang... Mr. Fang..." Shen Zhou's voice was filled with extreme confusion and hesitation, "Forgive my presumptuousness, may I ask, what is your ultimate goal? This operation... is truly... perplexing. Without a clear target and subsequent plan, it's hard to persuade those Grandmasters to come, and it's equally hard to control the situation..."
Fang Qingyu listened to Shen Zhou's cautious inquiry, silent for a few seconds.
His gaze scanned his teammates beside him, finally resting on Jiang Chengyue's face filled with tension and anticipation.
He spoke slowly, his voice still calm but with an added tone of unquestionable certainty:
"Supervisor Shen."
