Three days passed, yet the scouts from the South Ridge Special Combat Team of Fiery Flame Land still failed to obtain concrete intelligence on Holy Mountain.
To be exact, they hadn't obtained any credible intelligence.
Some of the news they got was too bizarre and utterly unbelievable.
Under the bright pale-yellow light, Captain Naimo tapped his fingers on the armrest of his chair, expressionless as he looked at the report in his hands, making the intelligence officer reporting to him quiver with fear.
And when the captain stopped tapping his fingers and looked up directly at him, the intelligence officer even closed his eyes briefly, bracing for an incoming slap or sword hilt strike.
——He also knew how preposterous the information he brought back was. If he were the leader, he too would not have been able to resist beating himself up.
But Naimo didn't lay a hand on him.
The man simply lifted his hand wearily and waved, signaling the intelligence officer to get out fast.
