Night.
Inside a room within the Arctic Great Wall.
Several figures sat around a cold alloy round table.
The leader tapped his knuckles unconsciously on the table, making a dull "thud" sound.
Breaking the suffocating silence.
He was Ji Wuhen, a core figure in the Ji Family for this operation, second only to the ancestor Ji Wuya.
"The cargo is lost."
Ji Wuhen's voice was like ice scraping against ice, carrying an inexhaustible chill, his gaze sharply piercing a lean middle-aged man sitting across from him.
"Third Brother! The military raided the 'Skull Ice Valley' cargo point without a whiff of warning! Why wasn't there a heads-up beforehand?! You're in charge of intelligence transmission and alerts, are you blind?!"
The lean middle-aged man called "Third Brother."
Ji Wen, the secondary supervisor of the cryptographic communication department, his face was so gloomy it could drip water at this moment.
