"A-level Fleet?!" Fang Xiang and Fatty exchanged a glance, their hearts suddenly racing.
The few bandit army staff nearby also stopped their work, pricking up their ears. The atmosphere in the Command Room suddenly became tense.
Immediately, a crisp electronic sound echoed, and on the semicircular command console in front of Fang Xiang, the liaison officer had already transmitted the intelligence file.
Before they could open the intelligence, the command console's information receiver emitted a series of sharp beeps as if it had gone mad, and several envelope icons with exclamation marks flashed like midnight neon lights.
The red exclamation marks were as blood-chilling as fresh blood—another set of three S-level emergency intelligence reports!
