C430 I Want You to Kill Someone

"Let's go!" Ming Ying declared, swiftly heading to the conference room.

Upon entering, he found the other six heavyweights of C Country already present, each wearing a grave expression.

"Dragon Marshal, Longjun, please be seated," the elder statesman in his sixties urged.

"Leader, what's going on?" Ming Ying cut to the chase.

The elder gave a wry smile, then turned to Ming Ying