Western Sen Republic, inside the opposition forces' command center.
The coffee in front of Lumar had already gone cold, his gaze fixed on the satellite phone on the table.
On the other side of the command center, a few staff sat in the corner, occasionally casting glances toward their commander, then exchanging looks with each other.
They wanted to discuss something but were afraid of breaking the silence, so they even breathed carefully.
Lumar had been staring at the phone for a full half hour, his gaze unwavering.
Bzzz——
The phone placed on the table suddenly started vibrating.
Lumar quickly grabbed the satellite phone, as if he were a sports car suddenly pressed on the accelerator.
"What's the situation?!"
