The guest room on the second floor of the North Street Hotel was quickly cleared and refurbished.
Wei Cheng sat across the room, looking slightly restrained.
Lu Muyang and the three representatives of the government, on the other hand, comfortably took their seats at the head of the table.
They appeared quite friendly, but Wei Cheng was not sure what to say.
"Mr. Wei, could you briefly describe the trials of the P11 military troop at the eighth gate? Don't be nervous, you can say whatever you like! There were only twelve server regions in our province that passed the trials this time. Your P11 military troop has set an example for all of us, we have a lot to learn from you!"
The provincial representative was the first to start the conversation.
"Well, alright."
Wei Cheng nodded, not considering this information to be a secret.
Yet when he tried to give a simple account, the others asked him detailed questions he hadn't thought of. They could hardly call it a simple account.
