Meng Jun returned to the command center, where a real-time map of the entire competition area was clearly visible.
To ensure the competition proceeded smoothly, five divisions had been mobilized to stand guard. Over ten Grandmasters and nearly 70,000 soldiers had locked down the area, and the entire process was being kept strictly confidential.
Besides, Honglian was watching from above.
"Mr. Meng, you done? Has it started yet?"
A bald man in sunglasses was lounging in a chair, a pile of empty liquor bottles at his feet. In his hand, he held a lit Wan Jun brand cigarette—a special blend supplied only to Grandmasters.
Meng Jun waved his hand, and the smoke filling the room billowed out the window. "Could you try to act like a Division Commander?" he said, displeased. "We're here on a mission. You really think this is a vacation?"
