In the conference room.
The room was bathed in cold incandescent light.
With his back to the crowd, Gong Jie leaned back in his chair and looked at the information about the Sacred Temple on the big screen, lost in thought. Behind him, the crowd anxiously discussed.
"What should we do? Alice is still in the hands of those heretics!"
"The Sacred Temple… we're probably doomed this time…"
"It's said that the headquarters of the Sacred Temple is in East Africa… That place itself is a war zone with cross-fire taking place everywhere. Let's not talk about rescuing hostages, even entering that place and safely getting out is not an easy task…"
"Is Young Master Jie really going to rescue them personally?"
"If so many people rush in at once and cause a huge commotion, it will be disadvantageous to the situation…"
