At this moment, a military vehicle suddenly stopped at the entrance.
"Young Marshal, it seems there's a dispute inside."
The man responded softly, his voice rich and slightly hoarse, yet with a crispness that was heavenly. Just from the voice alone, one could tell that this man held a high position of power, possessing the authority and charisma unique to a leader.
The car door opened, and a man stepped out.
Wearing a military uniform, he looked dashing and upright, accentuating his tall and well-defined figure. His face, with its distinct contours, bore no expression. His brows were like swords, and his eyes were clear, with thin lips and a commanding presence between his eyebrows. The three gold stars on his shoulder were eye-catching, and he exuded the solemnity and iron-will characteristic of a soldier.
This was a very charismatic man.
