The Neo Marines' headquarters was a hive of activity.
The strategic plan Jin An had personally devised had permeated every department. Command, logistics, intelligence, and technology—all units were operating in an orderly manner.
Though the atmosphere was tense, the influx of personnel had not caused chaos. On the contrary, there was an unprecedented sense of order.
Everyone understood their responsibilities and coordinated seamlessly, like parts of a precision machine.
Jin An stood in the center of the command room, his gaze as sharp as an eagle's as he surveyed the maps spread across the table.
His fingers moved slightly through the air as fleet data from ship after ship gathering at sea replayed continuously in his mind.
No detail escaped his eyes.
"Adjust the composition of the naval assault units again. Push the deployment of the guard fleet deeper."
He spoke calmly, yet his voice carried unquestionable authority.
Several commanders immediately lowered their heads and rapidly made the adjustments on their tablets.
Although the Neo Marines had absorbed many new members from different backgrounds, everyone had swiftly adapted to Jin An's efficient and precise command style.
Some had not fully understood Jin An's strategies in the past, but as time passed, they had gradually witnessed the power of this management style.
Out at sea, the fleets were preparing to depart.
Commanders from every fleet had long since been transferred from other waters and were assembling their forces in an orderly fashion according to Jin An's commands.
Every new Neo Marine member, especially the captains and commanders who had once served hostile forces, had gradually been won over by Jin An's leadership.
"Commander-in-Chief Jin An truly is a genius through and through."
A lieutenant sighed, his eyes full of admiration.
"I heard he can even precisely direct a naval battle from