Are You Ready To Go To War?

"Guess that settles it then," Qing Chen said and folded the paper and slipped it under his plate. "The speakers are working."

"What's the news with Clown?" asked Wuming. He had spent the entire afternoon working out in the basement until he felt like his muscles were going to fall off. "If I have to stay another week in this house, I'm going to start killing some plants."

Qing Lok rolled his eyes. "Do you want to die? Grandma will surely chop your fingers one by one if you touch her precious plants."

"What's our next plan?" Feng Xuan asked.

"Clown is about to send the reports by tomorrow morning. I expect there would be results. We better get ready. Lok, you check with the armory. I need a complete inventory by tonight. Wuming gather some men and group them up. We need backup plans."

"And me?" Feng Xuan asked.

"You," he smiled at her. "I need you with me so I'll stay sane through all this."