"Mr. Speaker, there are three sudden appearances of subspaces in the North District, which the Strategic Bureau has temporarily classified as Level Two subspaces."
A uniform-clad individual handed a map to the middle-aged man before him.
This middle-aged man, referred to as the Speaker, was none other than Milton Cheney.
Milton took the map, on which three locations were circled in red.
"Where is William Yorke?"
Milton's voice was not loud, but it exuded an overwhelming force.
"Councilor Yorke and Councillor Sullivan left Capital City yesterday, the implementation of martial arts across the Federation is imminent, Councilor Yorke is personally leading this matter."
Earl Lees spoke.
"I got it."
Milton massaged his brows.
Implementing martial arts throughout the Federation wasn't as easy as he had imagined.
In the eyes of most people, even if the sky was falling, there were tall people in front to bear it; even if it was the apocalypse, what did it have to do with them?
