"The other side issued a statement, accusing us of interfering in their internal affairs and occupying their territories..."
"Such a harsh accusation... In whose name was it issued? A warlord?"
"Uh, a general, two commanders-in-chief, and three emperors. Should be the warlords."
"Then let them curse. After being beaten up, people should at least be allowed to vent."
Sitting on the command seat on the ship's bridge, Lu Ping'an crossed his legs, reading a local magazine, too lazy to even lift his head.
It was only before the reporter left that he seemed to remember something and added a remark.
"Mark their zones. They'll be the target of the next round of strikes."
Lu Ping'an calmly said something highly ruthless, and considering he had crushed a warlord's territory not long ago with several super-sized "Mist Sound Giant Beasts," this was likely not an empty threat but a straightforward declaration.
"How about the Eastern Country?"
"No news."
"Implicit approval?"
