Seeing Lin Zhengyang turn his gaze to him, Lin Xinghai nodded and said, "If the military needs my help, I will certainly give it my all."
A smile spread across Lin Zhengyang's face at the affirmative answer.
"Excellent. It's settled then. If there are no objections, this meeting is adjourned!" Lin Zhengyang declared, bringing the matter to a close.
The entire meeting took a mere five minutes from start to finish. Lin Xinghai marveled at this swift and decisive style, finding it incredibly refreshing.
Soon, Lin Xinghai returned to the Heaven-Sundering Mercenary Corps' encampment.
He immediately went to Fang Tianhe's tent.
Right now, nearly all the top brass of the Heaven-Sundering Mercenary Corps were gathered there, all of them waiting anxiously.
"How are things?" Lin Xinghai asked Roger.
"I don't know, we didn't dare go in to look, but…" Roger paused, then said with some difficulty, "The commander seems to be in a lot of pain."
