Zhou Huai felt a secret delight in his heart.
He particularly enjoyed seeing such a vivid expression on the face of the Old General, whose emotions were usually so stable.
As a veteran SS-Class Professional who had made a na for himself long ago, Marshal Zhao sensed the powerful Qi emanating from Moria the mont he appeared, a Qi that was in no way inferior.
This Puppet.
No, this Clone, was also an SS-Class Professional!
Zhou Huai's consciousness instantly transferred from Gandalf to Moria's body.
Controlling Moria, he slightly bowed to the astonished Marshal Zhao, greeting him very politely.
"Marshal Zhao, this is also one of my Clones, nad Moria."
In fact, it wasn't just Moria.
Over the past two days, Zhou Huai had already secretly transferred the two Clones, Yaso and Caesar, to the Imperial Capital.
If, at this mont, he were to summon all three of these SS-Class Clones and have them stand in a row before Marshal Zhao, Zhou Huai was certain.
This old man, who had spent his entire life in battle, would be so astonished that his jaw would drop to the ground.
However, this was, after all, the Central Military Departnt.
It was the most heavily guarded and secure place in the entire Great Xia Country.
It was basically impossible to bring in the other two big guys without making a sound.
It would definitely cause a huge commotion.
Therefore, he could only let Moria, who was most skilled in stealth and concealnt, show his face.
Marshal Zhao was stunned for a full ten seconds before he recovered from his extre shock.
He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressed the turbulent waves in his heart, and asked the question he most wanted to know at that mont.
"You just said... you have several such Clones?"
"I want to know, just how many... SS-Class Clones do you have?"
When this question ca from Marshal Zhao's mouth, even he himself felt a sense of absurdity.
An SS-Class Professional was already a nation- trấn-level existence, a Peak that countless Professionals could never hope to reach in their entire lives.
But now, soone was telling him that he could conjure several such powerful Clones as if by magic?
How was this possible?
But the facts were right before his eyes.
Two genuine SS-Class Clones stood straight in front of him.
He had no choice but to believe it.
Zhou Huai thought for a mont and decided to give the old man another strong dose of dicine.
Controlling Moria, he extended a hand and gave an ambiguous yet shocking answer.
"At least... five or more."
"I believe that should be enough to help you, Marshal Zhao, shouldn't it?"
"What?!"
Boom!
Marshal Zhao felt as if his brain had been struck by a thunderbolt, buzzing into a complete blank!
He could no longer remain calm, and with a sudden movent, he sprang up from the sofa!
His deep, tiger-like eyes widened, staring intently at Moria, his voice trembling slightly from extre excitent.
"Five or more?"
"All... all of them are SS-Class Professionals?"
Zhou Huai, controlling Moria, nodded with great certainty.
"This... how is this possible?!"
"How can there be such an outrageous Profession in this world?"
"To be able to create so many SS-Class Professional Clones?"
Marshal Zhao felt his worldview completely overturned and then crushed into pieces at this mont.
He had lived for nearly a hundred years and had never heard of such an incredible thing.
He looked at Moria, then at the silent Gandalf beside him, and an extrely bold conjecture frantically grew in his mind.
He suddenly looked up, his gaze burning as he stared at Moria, asking with a trembling voice.
"You... you..."
"Is your main body... an SSS-Class Professional?"
Only this explanation could make sense.
Only the legendary SSS-Class Professionals, who existed like gods, could possess such Heaven-Defying abilities!
However, Zhou Huai shook his head.
"The situation with my main body is a bit complex."
"But indeed, it is not SSS-Class."
Hearing Zhou Huai say that he was not an SSS-Class Professional, the old marshal's eyes, which had just ignited with fire, imdiately dimd a few shades.
He was clearly a little disappointed.
Zhou Huai actually wanted to say, 'Although I'm not SSS-Class, I have SSS-Class Clones.'
But after thinking about it, he still swallowed those words back.
Although Marshal Marshal Zhao was trustworthy, Zhou Huai instinctively wanted to keep one last trump card for himself.
He couldn't just reveal all his strength to others right from the start.
However, Marshal Zhao quickly erged from that hint of disappointnt.
A genuine smile slowly blood on his weathered face.
"Good, good, good!"
He said "good" three tis in a row, his voice loud and full of vigor.
"It doesn't matter even if it's not SSS-Class!"
"To be able to create so many SS-Class Professionals, even if it's not SSS-Class, it won't be much worse than SSS-Class!"
Compared to the lingering sense of weariness and fatigue he had when Zhou Huai first entered the room, the old marshal now looked much more refreshed!
Zhou Huai understood.
This old man saw hope in him.
A hope strong enough to pull the entire Great Xia Country out of its current quagmire of internal and external troubles!
It was as if, even if Marshal Zhao were to suddenly die at this mont, perishing with an enemy nation's expert, the Great Xia Country would not fall.
Because Zhou Huai was there.
He would once again raise the Great Xia Country's flag, which was on the verge of toppling!
Marshal Zhao sat back down on the sofa, looking at Moria with unprecedented seriousness in his eyes.
"What do you plan to do next?"
Zhou Huai, controlling Moria, had a cold confidence flash in his abyss-like eyes.
"Since they want to kill Gandalf, then let them co."
"Gandalf is the bait I've put out!"
"At that ti, I will use Gandalf as bait to clear out all the tumors growing on the Great Xia Country, one by one!"
...At the sa ti.
In an inconspicuous hotel room in the Imperial Capital.
Caesar, who had been in standby mode, slowly opened his athyst-like compound eyes.
With a thought, a dark spatial rift quietly opened before him.
Hundreds of pitch-black Information Bugs, the size of mosquitoes, buzzed out from the boundless Zerg Space.
Caesar walked to the window and pushed it open.
The Information Bugs flapped their silent wings, like dust rging into the night, quickly disappearing into the prosperous yet turbulent night of the Imperial Capital... Soon, Gandalf returned to the cold cell.
No one knew what Marshal Zhao and Gandalf had discussed in the office.
All that was known was that not long after the conversation ended, news spread from within the military.
Marshal Zhao was furious about Gandalf's unauthorized departure from the team, which led to the complete annihilation of the exploration squad.
He publicly scolded Gandalf in front of all the military's high-ranking officials.
Afterward, he had him re-imprisoned in the deepest solitary confinent cell of the military departnt, awaiting further judgnt.
Over the next few days, Chen Huaishuo would still co to interrogate him as [N O V E L I G H T] usual.
Although no valuable results were still obtained, everyone could see that this Old General Chen seed to have lost patience with Gandalf.
Every ti he ca out of the interrogation room, his face was so gloomy it looked like it could drip water.
Until late on the fourth night, a figure quietly appeared outside the heavy alloy gate of the solitary confinent cell.
He skillfully entered a complex sequence of commands into the password lock beside the gate.
The heavy alloy gate opened slowly without making a sound.
The figure silently arrived in front of Gandalf's cell.
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