"Targeted? You mean with malicious intent?"
Ronan thought for a moment, then laughed. "That should be normal enough. After all, General An, you're in that position. So what if there are? Your strength is right there, and you spend most of your time in An City, inside East Asia's most heavily guarded military Fortress. No matter who in this world has their eye on you, you don't need to worry too much—unless it's Li Wei. Hmm, and Tu Ge."
It sounded like a casual judgment, a joke, but it was also a question and a probe.
Unexpectedly, those words led An Dongsheng away from the subject. "Mister Luo may not know this, but being able to contact you and discuss the Anxia Line truly was an unexpected delight. An City desperately needs a rear area now. Our situation is not good... very bad."
As he spoke, An Dongsheng glanced at the coach bus that was nearly vanishing beyond the horizon. "Vice President He should have told you this information, as bargaining chips at the negotiating table."
"Don't put it that way. She's a member of Bamboo Dragonfly too."
Ronan did not seem particularly eager for an answer. Counting on his fingers, he roughly sorted through the information he knew.
"I only know that, as a battlefield forged through countless wars, An City has the largest number of registered Ability Users in the Old World, and the most Satellite Cities and Wanderer tribes surrounding it anywhere in the world. Its war potential is enormous. Over the past nearly twenty years, it has used the expansion of Satellite Cities and a symbiotic model with Wanderer tribes to resist Aberrant Species incursions. Since 90 Year, it has steadily expanded westward and northward, accumulating vast quantities of Aberrant materials and extensive experience in related