Hearing this, Emily and the others immediately adopted a solemn demeanor.
Even Walter, who had been dozing off, yawned and slowly opened his eyes, revealing a pair of purple vertical pupils.
Philip Beaumont spoke calmly, "Recently, unrest has been brewing across the Federation. It seems some factions, thinking we've been inactive, have forgotten the rules set in the past. They've even dared to make their way to the Imperial Capital."
Nathaniel, fidgeting with a butterfly knife in his hand, frowned, "These troublemakers have indeed been restless lately. Most of the missions I've been on were caused by their antics."
Victoria, with a fierce look, declared, "I say we teach them a lesson. Hurt them badly enough, and they'll settle down."
Walter, with a flash of lightning seeming to surge in his eyes, simply asked, "What do you need us to do?"
Philip's eyes narrowed, a cold glint passing through them.
