The data showed that only three people's communication channels were eerily quiet.
But that didn't mean all three of them were silent.
The commander of Base 5, Wang Wei, had muted his own microphone, shouting and yelling in his office.
"That Ji, that Ji, that Ji..."
He wanted to express his thoughts, but his ability to articulate had suddenly disappeared. Shock had made him regress to the most primal human state—a parrot.
Tu Yuan also muted his microphone, ranting like a machine gun in the hallway.
The incident happened so suddenly that he had not even had time to return to his office or command center when he received the order from Li Anbang to handle Ji Xinghe.
The staff officers and guards beside him were keeping their eyes, nose, and hearts to themselves, pretending not to hear anything.
We didn't hear anything, we didn't hear anything.
Things like Grand Duke Xinghe, the Parallel King, King Ji, they're all illusions, all illusions.
Eh?
