In a siheyuan within a secret military base in Beijing, the reception room was filled with the fragrance of tea. An elderly man in a Tang suit sat tilted in a chair, looking serene with his eyes closed. The electronic kettle had already boiled the water, but the old man seemed oblivious, lost in peaceful contemplation. He exuded a refined aura, commanding respect and a sense of warmth. This man was none other than General Lan Xue, the head of National Blade.
