Is there any point in ordering an attack now?
Davis actually knew the answer, as his voice had barely faded when the windows in front of him exploded, and a figure moved like a wisp of light smoke, entering the luxurious room and standing in front of him.
"I recognize you, Davis, the highest-ranking officer of the Proluo Patrol, retired from the Kuangsha Legion, having served for seven years, very capable..."
Zhou Ping'an scanned the nine faces in the room and found that he recognized most of them.
Last night, Roger had shown them to him online.
Not just these senior patrol members.
Even the heads of the Administration Hall had been committed to his memory.
That was one advantage on the West Coast.
Those in high positions seemed to be addicted to exposure, their dictionaries lacking the word "low-profile."
Faced with an opportunity to showcase themselves and boast about their accomplishments, they would never miss it.
"You've lost."
Zhou Ping'an said in a deep voice.
