Qian Wanyang and Chen Yao, both younger brothers, gathered the information about the Dark Elf Clan and silently made their way downstairs.
Because now the boss had no mind to listen to these things, his head was filled with things unsuitable for children.
"Qian Wanyang, give the orders," Wang Hao stood up, full of valor as he issued his command. "The No.1 Battleship, full speed to the front. I want to meet with the Dark Elf Clan."
"Yes!" Qian Wanyang responded, hurrying to relay the orders.
"What are you playing at!" Zhao Yiling quickly tried to advise, "Now is not the time for games. The Dark Elves are approaching with aggressive force. It's very dangerous for you to break away from the main forces and act alone."
"Men should take action, and women should shut up," Wang Hao snorted. "From now on, the Young Marshal Army is under your command. If you dare squander the little family fortune your husband has barely accumulated, see how I'll deal with you."
