"But..."
The oldest player in the room suddenly raised a hand. With a simple gesture, his withered fingers pressing down on the air, he instantly quelled the murmurs rippling through the conference room.
His white eyebrows were knitted together, and his wrinkled face was utterly devoid of color. His aged voice carried an unprecedented gravity, each word seemingly forced from between his teeth, striking everyone's heart with immense weight:
"The real trouble is only just beginning."
Before his words had even faded, his fingertip swiped across the virtual screen in front of him. A cold blue light flashed, and the display instantly changed.
An intelligence file marked with the blood-red words "TOP SECRET" slowly materialized. Three layers of encryption locks, six iris authentications, and nine fingerprint permissions were peeled back one by one. The chime of each layer being unlocked was like a heavy hammer striking everyone's heart.
