"No need, leave it to us."
The middle-aged man with yellow hair, who had been mostly silent, suddenly spoke up.
Noticing the speaker's identity, the senior officers present had no objections.
Just a reminder: "Can the first squad act? How will we explain it to the City Council then?"
The yellow-haired middle-aged man, who was the captain of Cheng Zhiwu's first squad, slowly stood up.
"No need for orders, they've already come right to us, our actions can be considered self-defense."
As he flexed his wrist, the yellow-haired man walked outside.
It seemed he had already informed his team before making this proposal.
So outside the command center's door, members of Cheng Zhiwu's first squad were neatly waiting.
The yellow-haired man nodded with satisfaction: "You all heard that, right?"
"Heard it."
"Hurry up and resolve it; it's almost my late-night snack time."
"Boring."
