On the big screen, the avatar of his old rival appeared, a gray-haired young man full of confusion: "An ad hoc military advisor? Didn't we discuss several times before to revise the operational plan... What the hell?!"
Aorus sat at the desk left for him, crossing his hands and showing a smile that seemed unchanged from years past to the acquaintance.
"Long time no see, Gongsun Ce." Aorus flexed his fingers. "I offer sincere respect to the achievements and exploits you've attained thus far. This plan to invade Meteor City will be temporarily commanded by me, Aorus Otimis, and I hope our collaboration in this crucial mission will be smooth."
"You? Why, personal vendetta?" Gongsun Ce squinted his eyes.
"No vendetta. I respect my father, as I did in the past, and still do now," Aorus said. "I merely want my father to recognize his mistakes—being hostile to emotions is a foolish choice, and if he doesn't understand this, he will ultimately meet his downfall."
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