Yang Xiyi had never been in the habit of speaking loudly. Naturally, he maintained his usual gentleness and humility now, but he still had an overwhelming presence that instantly drew everyone's attention.
Even the two guards dragging Brigadier General Naion stopped involuntarily.
After a moment, Major General Marlowen pressed on his prosthetic eye and said with a strange, almost smiling expression, "He was injured and is recuperating in the gene-treatment pod."
"Oh? Is that so?" Yang Xiyi rested both hands on the table, covering half his face. In the end, he did not say What a pity, leaving only a pair of utterly calm eyes visible.
"Brigadier General Naion was wounded too! Then what about Colonel Chaimen and his troops? Are they still out of contact?"
"They're still out of contact." Major General Marlowen replied. Her expression was terrible as well. "I've already sent Lieutenant Colonel Nani down with Group B."
Yang Xiyi nodded. With a gaze as calm as the deep sea, he stared straight at Lieutenant General Tiventon. Only after his superior shifted his eyes away involuntarily did he look toward Admiral Connaris. "Your Excellency, in my view, fleet expeditionary warfare requires strict military discipline, and law enforcement must be impartial!"
The implication was clear: if Brigadier General Naion was shot for poor command, shouldn't Wu Sansong, who had lost contact with his subordinates, also take a bullet?
Even if psionics had special privileges, they could not escape punishment altogether, could they?
To Yang Xiyi's surprise, Admiral Connaris nodded in complete agreement, then declared decisively, "Pass on my orders! Brigadier General Wu Sansong is suspended indefinitely! Brigadier General Naion is confined to quarters for the time being. Once he has recovered, he is to be turned over to the law-enforcement department for a detailed inquiry."
After saying this,