"It was described as a temporary adjournment, but everyone saw through it—Bai Zhizhan was overwhelmed with doubts and had no intention of continuing the discussion in the afternoon."
The staff were all tactful; some quickly finished their lunch while others found excuses to go to different restaurants.
"What do you think?"
Bai Zhizhan didn't distrust the other staff officers, but he felt it unnecessary to burden others with his concerns or provoke rumors.
This expedition, being under the Twelfth Special Mixed Fleet, had already generated unpleasant rumors.
Although it hadn't reached the point of panic, it would definitely impact the lower ranks and show at some point.
"I think this isn't over."
Bai Zhizhan remained silent, just shifting his gaze.
Li Mingbo did the same.
