While Yu Chen and Motan were pushing themselves to operate at full capacity every second, Feather Song, who already held countless responsibilities, was not much more relaxed than the former two.
Motan quickly reviewed the latest intelligence on the joint forces twice, then slowly walked to the densely packed Southern Region Map in the center of the tent, his thoughts drifting as he moved the chess pieces on it.
One minute later
Motan's index finger gently brushed over two rows of chess pieces at the edge of the safe zone, dyeing them with a touch of hazy red light, and he sighed deeply before reopening the message bar...
'Hard work everyone, please notify everyone that, effective immediately, the current missions are to cease, and I will take over the command.'
At the same time
"I couldn't wait any longer."
