Thirteenth District Military Headquarters.
The distinguished man dressed in dark blue military attire hung up the phone, lifted his hand to glance at the gold-rimmed, diamond-studded watch on his wrist, and lightly caressed it with his right hand.
The material was quite nice indeed.
At this moment, the secretary beside him spoke up, "Capital Commandant, the army has finished assembling, should we set off now?"
The man replied with a low, magnetic voice, sounding indifferent.
He suddenly pulled open a drawer of his desk, glanced inside, then took out a pitch-black pistol and holstered it at his waist.
The two of them walked towards the door when suddenly, someone from the outside opened the office door.
Standing at the entrance was another man in a similar military uniform, but the epaulets on his clothing were slightly different from the Capital Commandant's, and he seemed a bit younger.
The man immediately saluted, "Sorry, I'm late."