"Fighting again? They really won't let up, will they?"
Yuan Wuwei hurried into the Camp Tent, sweating heavily. He had already been packing for the departure ahead when he received the news. At the same time, he felt an extremely faint stir in his heart, so he rushed all the way over.
He thought he was already late, only to find even fewer people in the tent than last time.
There were only the two big shots, Mountain Lord and Tu Ge. Several military personnel who cared about saving face did not even show up, and Li Taisheng, the Justice Cult's priest, was absent as well.
Sure enough, things were different once the higher-ups sent in supervisors.
Fine if they did not come. Yuan Wuwei was not about to waste brainpower on that sort of thing. His gaze quickly focused on the Virtual Sand Table at the center of the tent.
The image displayed there had been stitched together from multiple reconnaissance satellite feeds, presenting the target area's real-time conditions to the greatest possible extent.
Yuan Wuwei naturally assumed that the two Extraordinary Species big shots were watching Ronan's latest movements around the cargo ship. But the first thing he saw made him blurt out:
"Where is this?"
Neither Mountain Lord nor Tu Ge answered. The moment the words left his mouth, Yuan Wuwei knew he had asked a stupid question.
Still, the image on the Virtual Sand Table was vastly different from the Great River Cargo Ship scene of the past two days. At a glance, it looked like some sort of collapse site: piled earth and rock, dust and smoke everywhere, and suspiciously colored flames scattered throughout, flickering on the verge of dying out.
And it looked as though someone had overdone the filter, tinting everything an unnatural