National Blade Special Service Bureau Wu Jin Office, the warm winter sun at noon streams through the window, bringing a hint of warmth, yet unable to disperse Wu Jin's iron-blue expression. Sitting across from Wu Jin are Hong Meihua and Mountain Eagle, both silent and in deep thought. After a moment, Wu Jin's expression turns earnest, looking seriously at Hong Meihua and Mountain Eagle, saying: "The Fourth Squadron is facing its greatest crisis since its founding; whether it can overcome this depends on yourselves. First, you officers must not lose your composure."
"Enough of this empty talk. There's still no news of Ghost, Sam Country is still investigating, Lan Xue and the others are stuck in the hotel and can't get out. Just say it straight, are you letting us go to help, or not?" Hong Meihua asked urgently.
"I understand your feelings. There's one problem I hope you'll take seriously: why hasn't Ghost contacted us yet?" Wu Jin reminded gravely.
