A Level 9 expert was an extremely rare existence, even in the vast territory of China.
Currently, there were only four of them.
The last one was an old man with white hair in a Confucian robe. He was also seated at the main seat of the main tent. Zhao Hao could feel a strong sense of righteousness from the old man.
It was clear that this was the official representative; even Ma Zhuisheng was sitting in a secondary seat.
Soon, Zhao Hao found Bai Bing. She was sitting in front of a sand table, discussing something with her colleagues.
Zhao Hao's hearing was naturally very good, and he could hear their conversation instantly.
"Senior Colonel Bai, we've already transported 100 Dongfeng 51 strategic nukes and placed them around the Qin Mausoleum. As long as there's a large number of oddities rushing out of it, we have the ability to ferry them over to the Underworld physically."
A researcher was speaking to Bai Bing.
