099 Bottom Fishing in Manufacturing

Dawn was just breaking.

In the command center of the Royal Guard Army, Yang Ming found Edwan sitting in the corner.

Yang Ming was covered in mud and looked quite disheveled, with his hands slightly red and swollen.

Edwan had his hands buried in his messy hair, eyes bloodshot and unfocused.

"Your Highness."

Yang Ming called softly, "Edwan?"

The already quiet command platform became so silent that a pin drop could be heard as officers in military uniforms turned to look at the corner.

Edwan forced a wry smile, his chapped lips trembling slightly, a faint tremor in his hoarse voice.

"More than twenty thousand..."

Edwan's eyes reddened, "More than twenty thousand died or were injured last night, this is an unprecedented catastrophe in our history, over a thousand car accidents... Those hover car manufacturers claim their cars are so safe, it's all bullshit!"

Soft sobbing sounds came from the corner.