C95 The Problem Was Not Big If Anyone Was Unconvinced They Would be Finished

Seated at the office desk was a middle-aged man clad in a green military uniform, his square face framed by thick eyebrows, exuding a sense of determination and integrity.

His shoulder bore the insignia of a senior colonel—a rank not to be taken lightly. This made sense, given that he was a reservist in the Battle Corps, and the military wouldn't just assign someone to that position haphazardly