G-03 Core Floating Island, temporary field command post.
Inside the sealed alloy cabin, the only sound was the faint hum of the central air conditioning.
Three men sat on one side of a long conference table.
On the left was Chen Beixuan, Vice Dean of East Sea Martial Arts University, his fingers tapping a rhythmic beat on the tabletop. TAP. TAP.
On the right sat Li Tiecheng, Deputy Commander of the Garrison Army. He was sprawled imposingly in his chair, his undisguised Evil Qi seeming to lower the temperature of the air around him by several degrees.
In the center was an old man in a well-fitted tunic suit—the neutral council member, Lin Guodong.
The gazes of these three powerful figures, men who stood at the apex of East Sea City's hierarchy, were all focused on one person.
Han Feng was slumped in the metal chair opposite them.
