"The meeting is adjourned for a moment; I have some urgent matters to attend to. Please wait a few minutes,"
The assembled generals stood and saw him off.
Fu Jian pulled open the door to the tea room and walked in with his head down.
Wang Jixuan and Fu Jian exchanged glances; with an air of indifference, Fu Jian sat down in the corner and tapped his fingers in the air a few times.
Those eight assassins immediately made their move.
The four 'guides' straightened their military caps, walked with their heads down towards the meeting room, calm and in unison, without a hint of flaw, arriving behind their respective targets and whispering a few words.
One of the main targets of the operation, a spy from Spiritual Ability City named Meng Shushui, frowned and asked:
"What's so urgent that I need to deal with it now? Can't you see we're in a meeting?"
"Take a look," the guide produced the Commander's token.
"Fine, I understand,"