Tang Qiao had been doing quite well lately.
The death of Kent Weis removed a mountain from above his head, and although there were still two other mountains pressing down on him, he now firmly believed that one of those mountains could definitely overturn the other mountain, which he once thought impossible to be overturned.
Because the mountain he truly followed now was the one with the highest individual military power in the Federation.
No, not just individual military power.
Every time he thought of Kent Weis's extremely normal yet bizarre death, Tang Qiao felt that the mountain became even more mysterious and unpredictable, as if the summit that could originally be looked up to had now risen into the clouds.
Those clouds could be white or black.
White, they made the glaring sunlight gentle; black, they generated thunderstorms within.
"General Tang Qiao."
