"Cough, cough!"
He Qingming couldn't help coughing twice. He forced his face into a stern expression and said, "What are you all gathered around here for? Until the intelligence is confirmed, nobody can afford to let their guard down!"
"Li Shaomin!"
"Present!"
"Notify the frontline reconnaissance unit. Have them push deep into enemy territory and gather intelligence."
"Yes, sir!"
"Now, let's continue discussing the battle plan."
But when they returned to the command room, everyone was distracted.
As the staff officer explained the battle plan, his logic became muddled, and his words lost all coherence. Under normal circumstances, someone would have bluntly called him out and criticized him. Now, it was as if nobody had even heard him.
Many people kept glancing toward the door, fidgeting in their seats.
An indescribable excitement and exhilaration filled everyone's chest.
The God of Bloodshed had actually died.
The news was just too... thrilling, too... absurd.
What was even more absurd was that they were still holding a battle-planning meeting in earnest to discuss how to kill the God of Bloodshed.
Even Commander He Qingming, though his face was expressionless and he appeared perfectly calm, had long since stopped paying attention. Anyone who looked closely could see his lowered arm, fist clenched tight, and his leg trembling nonstop.
Just then, the sound of a car pulling to a stop came from outside.
The crowd stirred faintly.
The staff officer stopped speaking.
The entire conference room fell quiet.
It wasn't long before the door to the command room was thrown open with another bang.
"Chief Chen and General Li have arrived!"
The next moment, the shrill scrape of chairs rang out one after another as all the officers rushed out in a steady stream.
"That's more or less what happened," Chen Shouyi said, explaining what