Zhao Su understood that the so-called Third System could not be trusted entirely.
After nearly three days, Zhao Su had finally integrated most of the memories belonging to the original owner of his body.
"Marshal Su, the First Empire sent people to attack you. We can't just let this go!"
In the conference room, a tall, burly man spoke coldly, his face seething with anger.
The day before Zhao Su's soul took possession of this body, the First Empire had sent six War God Realm experts to ambush him.
Although Zhao Su had ultimately slain all six War God Realm experts,
he had also suffered grave injuries.
Fortunately, Zhao Su had awakened, and his originally severe injuries had taken only three days to heal enough that they no longer posed a serious problem.
Now, it could be said that the time had come for their revenge.
"Let it go. You need to temper your disposition. Li Meng, if you keep being this hotheaded, your cultivation will never advance any further!"
Zhao Su leaned back in his chair, looking utterly composed, as though he had lost some of his youthful edge.
Hearing Zhao Su's words, the War Kings seated below him could not help exchanging glances.
They had also noticed that their leader's disposition had changed considerably since his injury.
Had Zhao Su not remained under their watch the entire time, never leaving their sight, they would have suspected that someone had replaced him.
Ring, ring, ring...
Just then, Zhao Su's phone rang. He picked it up and glanced at the screen. It was an unfamiliar number.
His brows involuntarily furrowed.
Over the three days since he had awakened, this number had called him repeatedly, but every time he answered,
no one spoke.
Zhao Su had initially intended not to answer,