"Slapping oneself to stay alert?"
"That's not allowed?"
"Sure, sure, sure, I wouldn't object if you castrated yourself to stay alert either."
"..."
It was at this moment that the system time jumped to AM08:00 sharp.
"Feather Song, double-check for me one last time: since the end of the first phase, there have been no unforeseen incidents, correct?"
Motan stopped joking with the other party and asked the female assassin, who had been in charge of handling intelligence until now, with utmost seriousness.
"Yes."
"Good, you can rest now. Don't disturb me unless there's an unexpected variable from the Twin Cities. If you must tell me something, do it through a friend message."
Motan slowly sat down on the chair, pulled the long table a bit closer to himself, and eyed the map in front of him with a grave expression: "For the next while, I must maintain absolute concentration."
'Understood.'
Feather Song quickly responded through a friend message.
The next second——
