At the moment Lionel Yeager and his people were withdrawing,
in the conference room of the Main Government Building in Oxford.
Ferland and the other Upper-level members were still waiting for news.
Edward looked out the window and frowned, "Now that the day has broken, why has there still been no report?"
"Could something have gone wrong?"
A brown-haired middle-aged man asked apprehensively.
"What could possibly go wrong?"
A blond middle-aged man laughed and said, "We've laid an ambush for them on Wattlin Street with more than 30,000 people!
Not only do we have thirty thousand soldiers, but there's also over a thousand from the Dark Judgment Group, led by the three top experts, the Bright Great Swordsman, the Temple Knight, and the Storm Snow Woman!
Moreover, we've mobilized so many heavy thermal weapons!
Those nine guys alone couldn't possibly have gotten through!"
"Exactly, those nine guys are surely doomed, there's no way they can survive!"
