章 393: Dark Phoenix's Ultimate Plan

At a mansion in the luxurious residences south of the Capital City, a man in his early fifties was sitting in a wheelchair while enjoying a cup of coffee in the wee hours of the morning.

The wheelchair's armrest expanded by twenty centimeters and transformed into a side table holding a delicate porcelain saucer where the coffee mug sat.

"Supreme Leader, the Defense Minister's mansion was attacked."

A figure draped in a black hood knelt on the carpeted floor on his right knee, delivering a report. His hands were intertwined, clutching a dark cell phone, and rested on his sharply angled left knee.

The coffee mug suddenly froze mid-air just inches away from the Supreme Leader's lips. With a sharp, forceful movement, it was placed back onto the porcelain saucer, producing a resounding 'clang' that echoed through the room.