The Yermak remained anchored not far from Cyland Island, gently rocking with the slap of the waves against its aged hull.
Inside the bridge's watch room.
Valery wore his coat casually draped over his shoulders, revealing a muscular chest and disheveled chest hair.
Glug glug glug.
The liquor dripped down his sideburns onto his chest hair, glistening under the dim light.
At that moment, the watch room was filled with more than a dozen leaders from the middle tier up involved in the operation, including Zhang Erya prominently among them.
Everyone's eyes were fixed in the direction of Cyland Island, the aftermath of the battle there weighing heavily on everyone's heart.
The division had spent so much on this operation; if anything had gone wrong with the mission objective, the organization would surely not spare any of them.
Valery put down the half-empty bottle of liquor, the amber liquid swaying continuously.
