C506 Guests from Oakenward.

In the frontline camp.

In the top floor of the Military Affairs Building.

In a spacious and bright office, Zhang Yao and a man were sitting face to face.

The man was around thirty years old. He had a chiseled face, and he looked as if he had been chiseled by a knife or axe. He had an unforgettable heroic appearance.

He was wearing a well-fitting suit, and he looked like an elite.

However