Sitting under the photo of Scott hanging on the wall, the lean officer swept his gaze over all the officers seated in the war council room in response to the question from the person beside him.
This was what remained of the officers after Scott's departure, and the seating in the entire war council room distinctly split in two, with about one-third of the officers sitting to his right—the officer who had just made the inquiry came from his right.
While about two-thirds of the officers sat expressionlessly to his left, led by a strong man of slightly shorter stature with scars on his face.
This strong man sat with his arms crossed, in the first seat to the left of the lean officer, silent as well, his gaze coldly fixed on the officers to the right of the lean officer.
"What are you saying?"
The lean officer took in everyone's expressions and slammed his hand on the table, angrily staring at the young officer who spoke up, shouting,
