Yang Ming was attending a high-level formal meeting of the Sherman Empire for the first time.
He always felt… except for everyone restraining themselves from cursing directly, the atmosphere was quite similar to a company meeting discussing targets for the next quarter's KPI.
Several deputy directors of the Military Intelligence Bureau were lined up in a row at the head of the table, all with stern faces and an oppressive presence.
More than a dozen Imperial intelligence heads, bearing the ranks of lieutenant colonel and colonel, sat on both sides as the main speakers.
Yang Ming sat in a corner, in front of him a virtual sign that read "Special Invited Attendee."
He had not spoken yet, listening to them discuss the paper. The current issue focused on one point—they could not convince the top ranks of the Imperial Military Department to deploy such a large fleet formation based simply on one paper.
