Over three hundred kilometers south of Jinsa, at the general's residence in the capital of Paimon Province.
Lumumba, the current top official of Paimon Province and commander of the provincial government forces, was drenched in cold sweat as he spoke on the phone.
"Yes, yes, Mr. President, I understand, I understand. There won't be a next time."
After the call ended.
Lumumba darkened and slammed the phone down viciously.
Yes.
He had arranged the recent ambush against the vice president. To prevent any leaks, he had not used anyone from the government forces for the entire operation, instead deploying an armed force he had personally cultivated.
He had thought it would be a foolproof operation.
Who could have expected such a disastrous defeat? Not a single survivor—not one of his men had survived.
The operation had failed catastrophically, so naturally the president questioned and held him accountable.
What could he do? The president had already done everything possible to mitigate the impact of the incident for him. All he could do was repeatedly promise there would be no next time.
And with that, his hopes of becoming vice president were completely shattered.
"Damn it... damn it!" He smashed the things at hand, venting his fury.
When he looked up, he saw the captain of his guard standing with his eyes lowered. But the man seemed to have secretly glanced at him, and Lumumba's anger instantly flared.
"What are you looking at, you bastard!" Lumumba grabbed a long whip beside him and lashed it down fiercely.
Smack!
The whip struck his face, leaving bloody welts.
Yet he did not dare move. He only lowered his head and remained silent.
Lumumba vented his rage viciously. After who knew how many lashes, he kicked the guard captain to the ground, then turned and