Shi Lang sat on the command chair while the rest of the officials stood behind him. He was overlooking the entire ranks of the fleet standing in front of him. The atmosphere was very tense. Shi Lang seemed to have become the devil, those who looked in his eyes, thought their blood was freezing slowly.
In the gathering of such a huge crowd, only breathing was the only sound audible. The communicator on his wrist shook slightly. Shi Lang asked, "The time limit is up, notify those who did not come back here, they do not need to come back at all."
Sikar shivered but he still replied, "Yes, Sir."
At least a thousand soldiers from higher ranks had yet to report for duty. Shi Lang's order directly fired these people. After the order was passed down, the general asked, "In my absence, the discipline of the fleet seemed to have evaporated. You all might think you are very good now that the other fleets directly look at you as specialists in confrontation and other things."
