"That's Sot! It's Sot!"
Dai Lot, dressed in a white suit, stormed up to the gray-uniformed officer, pointing at the photo on the screen before the command console—the figure standing atop a mecha—and roared without pause, "Did you see him?"
"Don't get worked up."
The gray-uniformed officer said calmly, "Anger will make you lose your mind and cloud your judgment. That may be exactly what your enemy wants to see, Mr. Dai Lot."
"And you're still going to let your troops crawl up there at this pace?"
Dai Lot took a deep breath. Looking at the gray-uniformed officer before him, he said hoarsely, "The last time I contacted him, he was still trapped in Mint City by Note Intelligence and Vist Steel's Mercenary Group. Now, he's guarding Northern Gate with an army and mechas.
"I'm sure you understand perfectly well, commander Vistain, what all this means—Mint City has most likely fallen completely out of control."
He paused, then continued, "I told you long ago to speed up your passage through Northern Gate and to be wary of Sot, but you treated my words like they were nothing."
He shifted his gaze toward the crest of the hill and sneered. "Now it's time for you to pay the price for your choices."
"So you're here to accuse me?"
The gray-uniformed officer looked at Dai Lot and asked calmly.
At the question, Dai Lot glanced at the staff bustling around the Command Center.
At some point, the once-noisy Command Center had fallen silent. The surrounding gazes lingered on him, seeming to drift his way from time to time.
"Don't think that just because you're the commander here, I can't do anything to you."
Dai Lot took a deep breath. Under the gray-uniformed officer's gaze, he stepped half a pace back toward the