After a cacophony of noise, another relatively calm voice emerged faintly, as one of Baghdad's core aides quietly advised: "Emir, please calm down, be rational! Although Commander Eddie's progress is unfavorable, what he said is likely not without reason."
"Mosul is the heart of our Levant Country; if it falls, our foundation in Northern Illiguo will be completely shaken. The endless blood of countless brothers and extensive resource investments over the years will go down the drain. Song Heping... We will have plenty of opportunities to settle the score with him later. But compared to Mosul, the unpaid twenty-five million US dollars remaining balance... is really nothing."
He paused, a trace of cunning flashing in his eyes.
"Besides, haven't we already received 25 million?"
There was a longer silence on the phone, only Baghdad's heavy and reluctant breaths could be heard.
His hatred for Song Heping was boundless, but reason told him the aide's words were correct.
