Twenty minutester, Nash arrived at the Celestial Dragon Squadron meeting room. The moment he entered, everyone stood up in unison. They were all dressed in camouge uniforms except for Jaxon and Cillian, whose appearances shed starkly with such attire. "Take your seats," Nashmanded, taking his ce at the head of the table. Lumi was busily typing away at herptop.


    Suddenly, the door burst open. A petitedy in a camouge uniform with twin ponytails marched in. It was Delh. Standing straight, she saluted with exaggerated formality.


    Nash frowned. "You''re not part of the Celestial Dragon Squadron''s senior staff. You don''t need to be here for the meeting!"


    Delh opened her mouth to protest, but at the weight of everyone''s stares, she retreated with a dejected response. She felt as if she had been unfairly treated. She was a second-generation Esper. Was she not considered a core member of the squadron? Disdain briefly shed in Lumi''s eyes. Nash lured her here only to switch up his treatment toward her.


    "Let''s discuss the current situation in Munford," Nash said sternly as he exuded authority.


    Lumi addressed the room, "The capital has organized a meeting, and we''re thest to join. Let''s try to keep quiet and let the head of the capital speak first."


    Suddenly, Bertram raised his right hand like a student in a ssroom before cing it back down on the table. Lumi smiled slightly. "Elder Bertram, do you have a question?"


    "Is the head of the capital the Sovereign?" Bertram asked.


    "No, the head of the capital is a founding figure," Lumi exined solemnly, which sharpened the focus in the eyes of everyone present. It made them sit up straighter.


    Lumi hit the enter key, and a 360-degree camera slowly rose from the center of the conference table. Images from various departmental meetings appeared on the electronic screens on all four sides of the room.


    The top screen disyed the capital''s meeting room, dominated by an elderly man seated in the central chair. Despite his sparse hair, his eyes were piercing and filled with amanding presence.


    As thest video feed connected, the elderly founding figure at the center of the capital''s great hall smiled. It was a rare look on him. "Here they are, the Celestial Dragon Squadron."


    The old man was nked by four octogenarians on each side, all dressed in five-star marshal uniforms. Nash straightened his back. These individuals were likely revered generals of past eras.


    "Now that everyone is here, let''s discuss the situation in Munford," the old man began. "Otis must have already briefed you all, yes? This heretical force''s strength is not only on par with but might also surpass


    that of the Palmer family''s forces!"


    The elderly man continued passionately, "This power has already taken control of both the martial arts factions and the businessmunity. Their next target is the political sphere.


    "An old ssmate of mine in Munford is also a founding figure and holds a significant position. With him there, Munford''s political circle won''t fall so easily, but I''m concerned about the possibility of massive casualties. "Thus, I urge you to eliminate this force at all costs to restore peace to the people of Munford."


    After a brief pause to catch his


    breath and gather his thoughts, the old man resumed, "This mission is of utmost importance and must not be taken lightly. Therefore, both the Divine Strategy Squadron and the Celestial Dragon Squadron should join forces for this operation."


    Nash nced at the video feed of the Divine Strategy Squadron, where Das was seated. Anton was not present at the meeting.


    "Where''s the leader of Divine Strategy Squadron?" Tristan voiced the same question Nash had in mind.


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    If Anton could take part, casualties would surely be minimized.


    Otis of the National Martial Bureau said in a grave tone, "Abinech left the deep mountains half an hour ago. He has gone to pursue him!"