Jiang Zimo lowered his binoculars. "Mm, since Wang Yao has made it inside, have our people pull back."
"Fine, but don't you use that commanding tone with me!"
Yuan Wei was very unhappy with Jiang Zimo's tone, but he also knew how much was riding on this plan, so he only dared to complain.
If his emotions caused anything to go wrong with the plan, even ten thousand deaths could not atone for his crime.
That night, almost everywhere was immersed in the celebration of their World Cup victory. It had been years since things had felt this festive.
Firecrackers crackled and gongs and drums resounded through the streets and alleys, with many residents coming out onto the streets to celebrate.
Every restaurant was packed, and every television and advertising screen was showing replays of the World Cup final.
In the front courtyard of a luxurious villa, Luo Moyun sat silently at the dining table.
A beautiful middle-aged woman sat beside Luo Moyun. Seeing how glum he looked, she could not help asking, "Moyun, what's wrong? Is the food not to your liking? Why are you so unhappy?"
Old Master Luo took a sip of liquor, his gaze full of disappointment as he looked at his grandson. He had never expected the next-generation leader whom the family had poured all its resources into raising to fall short of some wild brat!
The whole family looked at Luo Moyun, and several of the younger members could not help mocking him inwardly.
Of course they knew why their older brother was so glum. Wasn't it simply because Ye Qing had stolen his thunder?
The two had still been evenly matched before, but with Diancie's appearance, they were no longer opponents on the same level.
As though he had noticed his younger