Inside the meeting room,
More than 10 people were currently sitting at a large circular table, and I was also there, pretending to be the head director.
I could have used my Mind Link to control him, but just to be safe, I decided to shapeshift instead.
The tension in the air was thick, and I could understand where they were coming from. The place that was supposed to be indestructible, even with a nuclear bomb, was ripped open like it was a can of goods.
The Zol Clan was telling them that their technologies were mere toys against overwhelming power.
"This is unacceptable! How can you let them infiltrate this base just like that!" shouted a man with a tank-like build.
He was clearly scolding me, and even though I'm pretending, I could not help but be annoyed by his words. It was a good thing that the person I copied was well known for having a sharp tongue.
