On an island in Nanyang.
A man in his sixties with graying hair put down his phone with a grim expression on his face.
The fighter jets could not take off, and the warships were all crippled. However, the Huaxianese side did not seem to have suffered any losses.
This situation had exceeded his expectations.
He had expected that the military forces would be able to inflict heavy damage to the Huaxianese even if they might not be able to defeat them.
However, the result had been out of his expectations!
"Useless!" He cursed in a low voice.
Then, he gritted his teeth, and a vicious look appeared on his face.
"Damn Huaxianese, it won't be that easy to destroy me!"
He took a deep breath and walked out.
Outside was a vast plaza, and many figures in black clothes and felt hats were sitting there cross-legged. In front of each of them was a black suitcase.
With a glance, there were at least four to five hundred people.
