Within an unassuming building on the edge of the city, teams of soldiers in grey military uniforms hurried to and fro.
Huo Qingyang pushed the door open and walked in, casting his gaze toward the young woman sitting in the office, her eyes covered with a black cloth.
"How's the situation?"
The young woman shook her head without speaking and raised her hand to slowly place a chess piece on the grid-like chessboard in front of her.
Seeing no response from her, Huo Qingyang was in no hurry, picking up the warm water pot nearby, poured himself a cup of hot water, and sat down, sipping from the cup little by little.
After a while, Qiao Hongyi pushed the door open and asked, "Yaoqin, how is the situation?"
"Squads 101 to 109 are mostly intact, with only Squad 106 suffering significant casualties—two dead, one contaminated."
Huo Qingyang arched an eyebrow, "When I asked you just now, you didn't speak. Playing favorites, huh?"
"What's the use of telling you?"
