Beauvais Town, temporary military command.
The oppressive and murderous atmosphere, like an invisible net, tightly enveloped everyone.
Droplets of sweat continuously seep from the officers' foreheads, slowly sliding down their cheeks.
Their hands tremble slightly, the knuckles gripping the guns turning white from exertion, yet the muzzles stay firmly pointed at Lin Yi, not daring to deviate in the slightest.
"Comrade, please step aside!"
Lin Yi casually nudged an officer aside, then leisurely placed the last hand grenade.
At this point, the entire small conference table was completely covered with 580 hand grenades.
The densely packed grenades seemed ready to turn the place into a fiery inferno at any moment.
Lin Yi indulgently placed two hand grenades in his palm, playing with them like walnuts.
He calmly sat back in his chair, took a sip of coffee, and said nonchalantly, "Don't worry, everyone, I'm just a businessman."
