A day later, at the headquarters base of the Second Fleet Group, Lin Tianchen stepped into the enormous Meeting Room No. 23 within the base.
Present were over two thousand officers of the Second Fleet Group, along with twenty-two Marshals and Execution Marshals; yet, about one-third of the seats in the room remained vacant.
Everyone wore either grim expressions, distraught and uneasy, or anxious and restless. The oppressive atmosphere was frozen to the extreme.
The numerous officers eyed Lin Tianchen as he walked in, holding their breath, not daring to make even the slightest noise.
However, there were also some whose expressions appeared excited, their gazes filled with anticipation.
Lin Tianchen stood firmly at the podium and swept a cold glance across the crowd. His powerful Divine Thought instantly enveloped the room, and his aura was fierce and chilling.
