The So-Called Simp

The reporting process went more smoothly than expected.

After Yang Wenqing's encrypted communication connected to the Provincial Police Department for a report, Zhao Lingxiao gave his approval directly and promised to dispatch personnel to follow and monitor them.

When reporting to the war zone command, Wang Lu had no interest in Dragon Palace's internal affairs. He only required that the operation remain within the Redstone Region's legally designated defense zone and that the mining area's normal resource transportation routes not be disrupted.

That was how the governorate's authority system worked. If another region wanted to mobilize such a large force, it would require a great many procedures.

In the joint command room on the third floor of the Sea Suppression Tower, nautical charts covered the entire long table.

Fewer people attended this meeting than yesterday. Dragon Palace had only Ao Yuan present, while Wanxuan had only Yang Wenqing, Jiang Yu, Xiang Yuan, Kang He, and Zhuang Yue seated at the table.

Yang Wenqing had kept Ding Qu in the rear under the pretext that "Redstone City's City Defense Bureau needs someone in command," while Gong Chan guarded the defense zones of Windrider Island and Ironspine Island.

Kang He, acting as the strategist, spoke first. "The biggest problem is still the encirclement. Our fleet can press in from the south, east, and west, but if Ao Tai chooses to break out northward, given how familiar the rebels are with those waters, our chances of catching up are less than thirty percent."

Xiang Yuan picked up the thread. "Unless the Icefield People are willing to cooperate." He raised his gaze and glanced at Ao Yuan. "But the Icefield People never involve themselves in disputes between other races."

"I'll serve as the vanguard, and I can also act as bait," Ao Yuan said.