Chu Fei exited the Virtual Space and sat in his seat, deep in thought.
After quite a while, Chu Fei quietly left his seat without disturbing those around him. Wang Mingming, the young warrior accompanying Chu Fei, immediately rose to his feet.
This so-called young warrior was already over forty years old, with a Cultivation Level of 15.0. He was a key target for future cultivation. In most people's eyes, he was already above ordinary men—an elite among elites.
Chu Fei merely nodded at this "man above men" before walking straight out of the conference room.
For now, this was only his speculation. To know the specifics, he still needed to discuss it properly with Jin Tierong.
He returned to the same sitting room as before, where Jin Tierong was leisurely savoring tea. Seeing Chu Fei arrive, Jin Tierong unhurriedly poured him a cup and invited him to taste his new tea.
Chu Fei chuckled and said with the ease of an old friend, "Senior Jin, you really have it easy. As the head of the General Staff Headquarters, you actually spend every day drinking tea."
Jin Tierong gently blew on his teacup, still unhurried. "When major events arise, one must remain calm. Some things cannot be changed simply by acting more proactive. In fact, the more composed I appear now, the less pressure everyone feels. Perhaps then some brilliant idea might emerge.
"I think you have a brilliant idea to tell me."
Chu Fei took the tea, slowly sat down, took a sip, offered his appraisal, and only then said leisurely, "Senior, what do you think war is?"
"What is war? Heh, that is a complicated topic. We could talk for ten years and never finish. What do you think?"
Chu Fei spoke calmly. "I think war means surviving