"Then let's arrest him immediately!"
A commander slammed the table.
"No."
Ye Qingzhou shook his head, a cold glint flashed in his eyes: "Let him think the plan is going smoothly, only then can we counteract."
He unfolded the map, his fingertips traced the location of the alliance's logistics point.
"Dracula will certainly let the Eldest Prince and the Flame Scale siblings attack here."
He looked up at the crowd: "And we will be waiting for them here."
Midnight descended, the blood moon hung high.
The logistics point of the Northern Territory Alliance Army—the Frost Valley Warehouse, appeared loosely guarded, but in reality, every shadow of the warehouse hid frost guards.
Livia Flame Scale stood on the cliff, her golden vertical pupils scanned the camp below, a cold smile lifted on her lips.
"Too easy."
She murmured softly, her eyes full of killing intent: "The Morning Star Family is merely this."
