Damian entered the military conference room with his three aides following behind. The room was originally crowded and became silent in a matter of seconds after the door opened. Damian's figure that was truly dominating no doubt made anyone who saw him swallow their saliva with difficulty.
The man smiled, he grinned slightly then sat down in his chair. The special chair belonging to the southern general.
"It's been a long time since we've all gathered like this." Damian chuckled, his face showing subtle sarcasm. "Or should I why you guys one by one to show my hospitality?"
"Why don't you confirm to the military that you're still alive?" General Hanes didn't hesitate. He asked directly without further ado.
"Can the military be trusted?" Damian asked back. His cynical smile widened.
