Luo Fengshan, Former War Chief

Fan Dongmeng froze, both annoyed and amused.

"Good kid, you actually tricked me!?"

As the Supreme Marshal, he had navigated Zhonghe Institute with ease, yet Fu Junlin had managed to expose him.

Of course, he had also handed Fu Junlin the leverage himself.

Fu Junlin smiled slightly before saying:

"Actually, I was only suspicious at first. If Zhonghe Institute was plotting against me, anyone who could catch wind of it had to be someone embedded in Zhonghe Institute's upper ranks.

In Meng City, you hold the highest position.

And when you came today to stop me, that confirmed my suspicions even further."

Fu Junlin had never truly considered that Fan Dongmeng was the one who had left him the note. He had only assumed it was someone of relatively high rank.

Not until Fan Dongmeng came to the command center today to involve himself in this matter.

Though he wanted the Tribunal Hall to take Sun Musheng away, it was not difficult to tell whether someone was genuinely anxious or merely pretending to be.

Fan Dongmeng nodded, then sighed.

"Ah, when it comes to factional struggles, I truly feel powerless. If I wanted to accomplish more from this position, I could only hide within Zhonghe Institute.

So that I could do something at critical moments and reduce the casualties suffered by the War Preparedness Faction.

Unfortunately, even in a matter like today's, I still arrived too late.

Sometimes, I truly feel that sitting in this position is far less satisfying than fighting in war!

Leading my troops into battle, liberating one mysterious Arena Zone after another, conquering one BOSS after another!

But youth is gone, and the Federation no longer possesses the vigor it once had."

Fan Dongmeng's voice was heavy with helplessness and sorrow.

After hearing him out, Fu