General Dian sat on his chair in a room, looking out the window in deep thought. His eyes were on his daughter, Hannah, who was downstairs playing with some kids.
"I didn't want your life to be like this, I'm sorry," he mumbled as he heaved a sigh and continued looking at her.
His focus was soon broken by the sound of the door opening and he turned back to see Quan, Lin Bai, and Natasha walking in.
"What's the report?" The general asked as he spun his chair to look in their direction.
"Well, good news is that there are no signs of the white dragons in New York city," Lin Bai said with a smirk and then Quan stepped forward.
"It's either thay're good at hiding or they're not in New York at all." Quan said with a tired look.
"There is one more surviving camp in New York but there seems to be no traces of them there either," Quan said with a tired sigh and went to sit down on a couch.