It was very quiet, deathly silent.
When they saw one person after another lay down their weapons, raising their hands, everyone felt the same way – utter confusion.
Shock and all else were secondary; first and foremost was the extreme inability to grasp the situation, the profound bafflement.
When Old Bai didn't speak, no one in the room dared to utter a word.
Not knowing what to say, they truly didn't know what else could be said.
It wasn't that Old Bai, in his urgency, smashed the television; he pounded the table with his hand. Finally, Old Bai slammed his hand heavily on the table, but the table only emitted a soft thump.
How could a battle have turned out like this?
The most elite Special Forces, the most elite troops, over two hundred men, and they couldn't handle just those few people?
Old Bai trembled slightly. He pointed at the screen, his voice unclear and slightly quivering as he said, "Get me, get me the frontline commander..."
