At the 250 Ace Mecha Clan's base, Zhao Jun rushed into the meeting room, which was next to the regiment commander's office, angrily.
Upon entering, there were already many people sitting orderly in the meeting room. When they saw Zhao Jun entering, some of them smiled and welcomed him.
Li Lanfeng smiled brightly and walked up to him. "Zhao Jun, we were all waiting for you. What sort of gains did you get for this mission?"
Zhao Jun looked at the smile. He should be happy to see it but he was furious now. He gritted his teeth and snorted. "Compared to you all, my gains are basically nothing."
