"The War Department's phone call?"
The second son glanced around, his expression froze, and he pointed at his own cheek:
"Master Fuli... Are you speaking to me?"
Calling the War Department directly, I don't possess such divine abilities!
If I call, wouldn't they curse me out on the other end, calling me a stinking beggar?
"Just call, go to their official website, find the public phone number for the War Department, and call them."
Ansheng cast an eye at the second son and waved his hand.
"Alright then!" The second son, with a mixture of laughter and tears, pulled out his phone from his pocket, operated his phone according to Master Fuli's instructions, and made the call to the War Department, requesting a transfer to Missile Ghost.
"Uh... Sir, please hold on, I'm now transferring you to the Minister's office."
The operator, hearing the second son's request, suddenly spoke with a strange tone.
