"Hoo!"
After everyone else had left, leaving only Wen Yu and Tang Haofei in the office, Wen Yu finally exhaled heavily, then collapsed into his chair.
"What's wrong?"
Beside him, Tang Haofei spoke up, looking at Wen Yu as if he saw the difficulty hidden beneath Wen Yu's surface.
"How should I put it, Old Tang, this time we are in big trouble."
Wen Yu rubbed his cheeks, then opened his mouth with a bitter smile.
"What are you referring to?"
"I'm referring to this time the Demon Tribe's offensive..."
Wen Yu said, as if recalling the scene Wen Yu had seen.
Tons of war materials, all kinds, various war weapons from the Demon Tribe that had never been seen before, including strategic weapons and powerful experts secretly cultivated by the Demon Tribe.
