"Order..." Chen Fengxi stood on the command platform, uttering just two words before his voice was choked. His hand gripped the railing tightly, veins bulging. His eyes sparkled with excitement, and his chest heaved violently.
Chen Fengxi's voice echoed through the command hall, with a somewhat chaotic breath spreading through the open broadcast across the entire building.
The winter wind swept past the square building, causing the windows and corridors to howl. The busy staff paused their steps.
They raised their heads, quietly listening.
The sky was already bright, the sun occasionally peeking through the clouds.
Sunshine warmed their faces, as time seemed to flow by, giving everyone a sense of being adrift through the ages.
Reflecting on the past thirty-some hours, it feels like a dream!
The noisy hall gradually quieted down. The corridors, offices large and small, and the square courtyard of the building also became silent.
