Inside Wei Jiuchu's Central Army Tent, seven people sat encircled.
Men and women, old and young, tall and short, fat and thin, they were all there, other deputy generals were absent.
"Brother Wei, Pei Maer should be in Linyang," a gaunt teenager, who looked no more than fourteen or fifteen, lounged in a chair, speaking lazily, "He wouldn't be thinking of taking the opportunity to ambush us, would he?"
"We're not afraid of him coming, we're afraid of him not coming," a woman in her thirties, dressed in red, revealing more than half of her cleavage and with bare legs beneath, giggled behind her hand, "Brother Wei's key phrase is 'Order,' the ultimate nemesis of chaos. Xiang Li, Ge Zong, Pei Maer—bring one on, and extinguish one."
"Pei Maer is second; Leng Shi is first; the tough ones should be Leng Shi and Yun Yao. Up to now, we still don't know what Leng Shi's key phrase is, and Yun Yao's lethality is somewhat unexpectedly high,"
