"Why not? Have you forgotten that damned undercover agent? The enemy already has intelligence on our base, which is why we took the initiative to strike first. It is not appropriate for the battle to rage at our base. However, we haven't lost them; they've headed west. Where do you think they're going?" Fox Wolf coldly retorted, letting the storm wash over his face, his helpless gaze sharpening.
"Mr. Fox Wolf, we have suffered heavy losses and are unable to assist you further. You see..." a man with a scarred face approached, cautiously speaking to Fox Wolf, afraid of angering him inadvertently. Fox Wolf's notorious reputation was well respected among these individuals, and no one dared challenge his authority.
