"He Zhang!" Tang Yan thundered.
He Zhang had been waiting to see Tang Yan make a fool of himself. Suddenly hearing that thunderclap of a voice, he jumped in fright and instinctively answered, "Here!"
"As the mission coordinator of the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion, you have issued a total of four thousand three hundred and seventy-eight missions since its establishment. Is that correct?" Tang Yan pressed.
He Zhang froze at his words. Although the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion had only been established three years earlier, who could remember the exact number of missions? After some consideration, he answered, "I cannot remember the exact figure, but that number should be fairly close."
"Four thousand three hundred and seventy-eight missions, with three thousand one hundred and twenty-five successes and one thousand two hundred and fifty-three failures. With such a high failure rate, He Zhang, can you give everyone an explanation?" Tang Yan demanded sternly.
"Well..." He Zhang felt rather overwhelmed. Each failure had involved multiple causes, but exposing everyone else's responsibility now would hardly be loyal to his comrades.
Tang Yan's voice grew harsher. "Everyone admitted to the Heavenly Soldier Pavilion underwent rigorous screening. Every single one was a rare talent.
"I believe the intelligence Mo Wei obtained was carefully investigated and analyzed.
"I also believe the mission plans He Zhang devised were seamless.
"Yet despite such meticulous plans, over a thousand missions still failed. Over the past three years, nearly a hundred members of the Heavenly Soldier Pavilion have died.
"Nearly a hundred of Tingxiang's finest talents have fallen. What a devastating loss! Have you ever carefully reflected on why?"
Tang Yan's words struck Mo Wei and He Zhang right where it hurt.
Every piece of intelligence they collected had been investigated from multiple angles. There could be no mistake.
Moreover, every plan