Yuelan Grand Hotel.
Fan Changtian, Yuan Tianlong, and their entourage had just finished dinner downstairs and returned to their suite. Their faces were flushed with good cheer, and they all reeked of alcohol.
Once inside, Fan Changtian lit a cigarette, crossed his legs comfortably, and glanced at his wristwatch. "Judging by the time," he chuckled, "Krait should have already made his move. It won't be long before we get some news."
"That's a Sixth Grade Martial General we're talking about. Honestly, this is pretty thrilling!" someone said excitedly.
Fan Changtian waved his hand dismissively. "A mere Sixth Grade Martial General is nothing. If he's not even a front-line general, he's even less worthy of mention. The only thing we need to be wary of is the Martial Department's influence."
