When Langman jumped up from the sofa, Reinhardt just sat there quietly, holding his coffee, lazily stirring the spoon, watching those streaks of milky white slowly melt into the spinning dark brown vortex.
The rich aroma of Bella Star's famous Triangle Coffee curled out and diffused in all directions, drifting strand by strand past the noses of the Su Jie Alliance Army staff officers whose faces were all dark with gloom.
In the command hall, hundreds of various instruments either flashed lights, or flickered screens, or beeped incessantly. The hurried footsteps and the never-ending noisy clamor from the frontline Command Room had, at this moment, completely vanished.
"General Reinhardt..." After receiving the frontline intel, Langman turned his head to look at Reinhardt almost by reflex.
