"Wait a minute, something's off."
Luo Jin, holding in his hand the data on the super weapon, undergoes a change of expression.
The joy that was present initially vanishes, as he furrows his brows and mutters to himself:
"Since the Imperial's super weapon has already been developed, and there's already a finished product... "
"Then there should be no more reason to even consider peace talks, right?"
"But why then..."
Even though the volume of Luo Jin's voice was hushed, Shen Congfei still heard it and felt equally puzzled:
"Wait, if it's peace talks, why do they insist that Chief Zheng personally go? Can't they send a representative instead?"
The two men on the living room sofa fell silent at this sudden question.
They looked at each other, shock reflected in their eyes.
It was a trap!
"The Imperial... they wouldn't do that, would they?" Shen Congfei was having a hard time believing it.
