Early the next morning, at the highest official's office in the Arubon Administrative Bureau, the warm sunlight shone through the clean glass windows, falling onto the marble floor of the luxurious office. The shadows of leaves dancing in the wind outside also cast on the floor, swirling in a lively and beautiful manner, but no one inside had the mood to appreciate it, as each person was deep in thought with a stern expression.
The highest official swept a gloomy gaze over everyone present. They were the heads of various departments of Arubon and the military representatives who had rushed over overnight. Jackson was among them as well, and repeated failures had calmed him down. He said nothing, staring out the window and deep in thought, his expression very ugly.
The highest official glanced at the middle-aged man in a suit beside him, his expression slightly softened, and he said politely, "Special envoy, everyone is here. Please convey the President's orders."
