"I have already prepared a military tactical plan here and would request the Marshal to act according to it." Wang Fugui finally took out a plan at this moment.
Ji Taichang snatched it over and, after carefully reading and contemplating it, immediately slapped his thigh and said, "Good, this tactical plan is quite bold and extremely meticulous in its arrangement, even leaving three backups. Ingenious, truly ingenious."
"Since the Grand Marshal has no objections, then I shall take my leave." Wang Fugui got up and departed.
Ji Taichang was still immersed in Wang Fugui's plan, waving his hand to let him leave, as he continued to ponder over it. The more he pondered, the more he felt this plan was exquisite, hitting at the very nature of the Demonic Clan.
More than an hour passed before he came back to his senses, unable to find a flaw in this detailed plan book, yet inexplicably feeling that something was a bit off.
"Where is Rich?" Ji Taichang asked the guards in bewilderment.
