"White Lord, I sent your telegram exactly as instructed." Wu De wore an odd expression, as if struggling not to laugh.
"I reckon that after Zhou Zhenjiang reads it, he won't even wait a day before directly sending troops to attack Apocalypse."
Bai Ye did not care. "How long will it take the Brotherhood's army to reach Apocalypse?"
Wu De thought for a moment. "Three days at the fastest, unless he abandons the army and only leads a group of powerful fighters in a forced march."
"Three days?" A vicious smile curled Bai Ye's lips. "Tomorrow, I'll erase the Steel Brotherhood from North Mang!
"Call Old Fang over."
"Yes, White Lord!"
Not long afterward, a figure in a dark brown coat entered, his face pale and the circles beneath his eyes severe.
Bai Ye was startled. "Old Fang, are you okay?"
The Chief Judge wearily raised his eyes. Looking at the energetic Bai Ye, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.
"I'm fine."
"You really are something. At your age, don't you know that lust is a blade that scrapes the bones? You never exercise restraint, so you get weak after working for even a little while."
Chief Judge: "..."
He really wanted to say that the "little while" Bai Ye spoke of had been two days and two nights without closing his eyes, along with hundreds of uninterrupted uses of Transcendence abilities. But he was too exhausted to even bother speaking.
"Sit down quickly and rest for a while first."
The Chief Judge's expression eased slightly. That at least sounded reasonable. He sat on the sofa, picked up the teacup beside him, and took a light sip to moisten his cracked lips.
"You've rested enough, right? Come on, let's go attack the Steel Brotherhood."
Chief Judge: ???
He had