In the Supreme conference room, Rehn, Lin An, and the other high-level officials took their seats in order after the award ceremony.
Apparently unwilling to waste time here, Little Mo Ling, disguised as Lin An, spoke coldly before the Soviet Russia High-Level officials could exchange even a few polite words:
"Send the supplies over later."
"Deliver the cards I want to me as soon as possible."
"Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude."
His words were icy. The smiles that had just appeared on the faces of the Soviet Russia High-Level officials abruptly stiffened and turned ugly.
Faced with that commanding tone, they were genuinely displeased.
Especially after learning that Rehn was about to advance to the Fourth Order, they had gained a deeper understanding of the cards' importance.
The conference room fell silent. Under Lin An's intimidating presence, they could only sit there with ugly expressions, not knowing how to respond.
The next second, Rehn abruptly raised his head from the seat of honor:
"Lin An, of course we'll do what we promised you!"
"What? If it takes a little longer, are you planning to attack us?"
Face-to-face, two completely different auras instantly collided.
However, in everyone's eyes, the previously overbearing Lin An now showed a hint of apprehension, as if intimidated by Rehn's strength.
"Heh, you're the ones who begged me to come."
"Rehn, I admit that you're strong. But can you protect everyone?"
The tension in the conference room instantly became palpable. Watching the two face off, the entire Soviet Russia High-Level leadership couldn't help clenching their fists nervously.
Yet amid their nervousness, many of them looked at Rehn with anticipation.
In the past, oppressed by Lin An's strength, they had always been the aggrieved party, and no one had dared contradict him. But now, Commander Rehn