What are they doing now? Having a meeting, drafting a combat plan, chatting over coffee?
Everyone's mind was filled with various speculations. They tried hard to calm themselves and not get too anxious, but chaotic thoughts still popped up in their heads from time to time. Several hours had passed, Fatty, what was he thinking now? When would he be able to deliver that earth-shattering shot in this muddy mess? Would that shot hit the target? Would his hand tremble?
On SkyNet, Fatty tilted his ear slightly.
The atmosphere in front of SkyNet suddenly became tense. Less than four hundred steps away from Fatty, a patrol team consisting of a "Holy Sword" 18 and five soldiers appeared.
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The combat meeting was over, Stephen leaned back in his chair and stretched lazily. The noble upbringing and cautious behavior instilled in him since childhood rarely let him relax like this in front of others.
