Clovis entered the room with Melody accompanying him.
Inside, he could see 30 people, with only 16 seats prepared on the long table.
The one at the very end was obviously the leader. And the government definitely took the seat.
Clovis had heard about him. If one asked who was the fiercest commander on the battlefield, they would give the same answer. It would be General Sanders.
Sanders was a four-star general who oversaw the south. He was a Tier 8 human who was well known to have both the strength and the brain.
He was also a very military man, known for his stiff connection that didn't allow politics or other companies to influence his decision.
It was no wonder that he was picked as the leader in this event.
When Clovis entered, he apologized politely. "Sorry. It looks like I am the one being late."
General Sanders stood up. "No. You are on time. Please take your seat." Sanders extended his hand, pointing at the seat in the opposite direction of him.
