C1072 Hemorrhagic and rational

Grate Melon Island.

"Bastard!" Yu Zhenhai punched the table, "They actually dare to open fire at us!"

As his fist landed, a teacup on the conference table jumped up and crashed to the ground. White tiles and tea were strewn all over the floor, but no one cared about them.

The meeting room was filled with grief and indignation. After Xia Lei told these naval officers about what had happened