Capital City.
Jiuzhou Corps Headquarters.
This afternoon, the high-ranking members of the Corps rarelly gathered in the command center.
Corps Commander Wu Dingtian held a can of cola in his right hand and asked, "Has there been any changes in the icefield yet?"
An officer glanced at the satellite's real-time picture and shook his head: "No!"
Wu Dingtian took a sip of cola, his brow slightly furrowed: "This stuff tastes awful, how does Mr. Ghost like drinking this?"
A nearby officer chuckled: "If the cola company were to take a promotional photo of Mr. Ghost drinking their cola, this cola would definitely sell like crazy.
"So as long as Mr. Ghost likes it, it can't taste bad. If you find it unpleasant, then the problem must be with you, not the cola."
Wu Dingtian was rendered speechless: "Alright, you're right."
He looked at the cola in his hand, downed it in one gulp, and then squeezed the can into a small ball.
