The man in his fifties was Chu Chongshan. Before doomsday, he was a prominent man in the Jinling Military District. After doomsday, the military power skyrocketed, and as a member of the Military Commission of Shenhai Island, Chu Chongshan naturally possessed formidable power.
Chu Chongshan liked calligraphy, which could make him feel at peace. After all, he was always annoyed by many trivial matters. At the same time, as a soldier, his calligraphy contained murderous intent.
At that moment…
‘Dong! Dong!’ Somebody knocked on his door urgently.
Chu Chongshan frowned because he did not like to be disturbed while practicing his calligraphy skills.
"Come in!" Chu Chongshan said in a low voice.
An anxious communication soldier rushed into his study room. "Reporting, sir! Something tragic has happened!"
