Li Qinwu was fitting T'au-style shoulder plates onto a set of Stealth Power Armor. He glanced at Duke Yote's anxious face on the holographic projector, then calmly continued his modifications.
"Young man, don't get so flustered when something happens. Look at me—I still have the leisure to drink tea."
Li Qinwu set down his screwdriver, picked up the thermos beside him, and took a sip.
On the holographic projector, Duke Yote was nearly frantic. Li Qinwu's unhurried attitude made him feel as if his backside were on fire.
"Inquisitor, the Imperium's traitors have gone mad! They're going to flip the board!
"Nearly 150 million troops are attacking Hive City No. 2 from all directions. We only have 50 million men on hand—we're about to be unable to hold them off!!"
Li Qinwu held a spray can in his hand, shook it, and aimed it at the Power Armor's shoulder plate, spraying on a T'au emblem.
"Young man, I told you not to panic. How about this? Have your army split into fifty million columns, march north, and restore the Han dynasty!"
Hisss!
The spray can quickly painted the T'au racial insignia onto the Power Armor. He stepped back to take a look, then nodded in satisfaction.
Duke Yote was so anxious he was about to explode, constantly reaching up to claw at his scalp.
"Inquisitor, stop joking around! I really can't hold on much longer!!"
Li Qinwu began putting on the Power Armor, which looked ninety percent like T'au Battle Armor from the outside but was actually Stealth Power Armor.
A T'au warrior wearing battle armor.
"Alright, alright, I'll stop messing with you. Here, I'll teach you a military principle from Old Terra.
"A grieving army is bound to win, a victorious army is bound to grow arrogant, an arrogant