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Twenty minutes later, Nash arrived at the Celestial Dragon Squadron meeting room. The moment he entered, everyone stood up in unison. They were all dressed in camouflage uniforms except for Jaxon and Cillian, whose appearances clashed starkly with such attire. "Take your seats," Nash commanded, taking his place at the head of the table. Lumi was busily typing away at her laptop.

Suddenly, the door burst open. A petite lady in a camouflage uniform with twin ponytails marched in. It was Delilah. Standing straight, she saluted with exaggerated formality.Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

Nash frowned. "You're not part of the Celestial Dragon Squadron's senior staff. You don't need to be here for the meeting!"

Delilah opened her mouth to protest, but at the weight of everyone's stares, she retreated with a dejected response. She felt as if she had been unfairly treated. She was a second-generation Esper. Was she not considered a core member of the squadron? Disdain briefly flashed in Lumi's eyes. Nash lured her here only to switch up his treatment toward her.

"Let's discuss the current situation in Munford," Nash said sternly as he exuded authority.

Lumi addressed the room, "The capital has organized a meeting, and we're the last to join. Let's try to keep quiet and let the head of the capital speak first."

Suddenly, Bertram raised his right hand like a student in a classroom before placing it back down on the table. Lumi smiled slightly. "Elder Bertram, do you have a question?"

"Is the head of the capital the Sovereign?" Bertram asked.

"No, the head of the capital is a founding figure," Lumi explained solemnly, which sharpened the focus in the eyes of everyone present. It made them sit up straighter.

Lumi hit the enter key, and a 360-degree camera slowly rose from the center of the conference table. Images from various departmental meetings appeared on the electronic screens on all four sides of the room.

The top screen displayed the capital's meeting room, dominated by an elderly man seated in the central chair. Despite his sparse hair, his eyes were piercing and filled with a commanding presence.

As the last video feed connected, the elderly founding figure at the center of the capital's great hall smiled. It was a rare look on him. "Here they are, the Celestial Dragon Squadron."

The old man was flanked by four octogenarians on each side, all dressed in five-star marshal uniforms. Nash straightened his back. These individuals were likely revered generals of past eras.

"Now that everyone is here, let's discuss the situation in Munford," the old man began. "Otis must have already briefed you all, yes? This heretical force's strength is not only on par with but might also surpass

that of the Palmer family's forces!"

The elderly man continued passionately, "This power has already taken control of both the martial arts factions and the business community. Their next target is the political sphere.

"An old classmate of mine in Munford is also a founding figure and holds a significant position. With him there, Munford's political circle won't fall so easily, but I'm concerned about the possibility of massive casualties. "Thus, I urge you to eliminate this force at all costs to restore peace to the people of Munford."

After a brief pause to catch his

breath and gather his thoughts, the old man resumed, "This mission is of utmost importance and must not be taken lightly. Therefore, both the Divine Strategy Squadron and the Celestial Dragon Squadron should join forces for this operation."

Nash glanced at the video feed of the Divine Strategy Squadron, where Dallas was seated. Anton was not present at the meeting.

"Where's the leader of Divine Strategy Squadron?" Tristan voiced the same question Nash had in mind.

It was beyond the National Martial Bureau and the Special Security Department to defeat an expert at the peak of the Mystique Loyalty Realm. Even the Divine Strategy Squadron and the Celestial Dragon Squadron would find it challenging.

If Anton could take part, casualties would surely be minimized.

Otis of the National Martial Bureau said in a grave tone, "Abinech left the deep mountains half an hour ago. He has gone to pursue him!"