<h4>Chapter 1285: Chapter 1285: Focus All Forces to Extinguish Them!_1</h4>
At the moment Lionel Yeager and his people were withdrawing,
in the conference room of the Main Government Building in Oxford.
Fend and the other Upper-level members were still waiting for news.
Edward looked out the window and frowned, "Now that the day has broken, why has there still been no report?"
"Could something have gone wrong?"
A brown-haired middle-aged man asked apprehensively.
"What could possibly go wrong?"
A blond middle-aged manughed and said, "We’veid an ambush for them on Wattlin Street with more than 30,000 people!
Not only do we have thirty thousand soldiers, but there’s also over a thousand from the Dark Judgment Group, led by the three top experts, the Bright Great Swordsman, the Temple Knight, and the Storm Snow Woman!
Moreover, we’ve mobilized so many heavy thermal weapons!
Those nine guys alone couldn’t possibly have gotten through!"
"Exactly, those nine guys are surely doomed, there’s no way they can survive!"
"All we need to do is wait for the good news!"
The other Upper-level members all spoke out, not believing that Lionel Yeager and his eightpanions could survive.
At this moment,
a phone call came through on Fend’s mobile phone.
Fend hurriedly answered the phone.
As soon as the call was connected,
Fend immediately asked, "How is the situation, are those nine guys dead?"
The Upper-level members also turned their attention to Fend.
The person on the other end said in a trembling voice, "Mr. Fend... those... those nine guys... they’ve... they’ve escaped..."
"What?! Escaped again?!"
Fend’s body trembled as he stood up, "Don’t you fucking tell me that your more than 30,000 people couldn’t stop those nine guys!"
The person on the other end replied, "We were about to chop those nine guys down!
But at thest moment, members from the Blood Race, the Demon Dragon n, and the Magic Kingdom showed up to help them!
So, we couldn’t stop them, and they escaped!"
"FUCK!"
Fend cursed angrily, grinding his teeth, "Where is the Bright Great Swordsman, put him on the phone!"
The person on the other end said sorrowfully, "The Bright Great Swordsman is dead!"
"Dead?!"
Fend’s face underwent a drastic change, "What do you mean?! Exin yourself, goddammit!"
The person swallowed, and said, "That kid, Lionel Yeager, he’s terrifying; he’s practically the devil!
The Bright Great Swordsman, the Temple Knight, and the Storm Snow Woman were no match for him, and he chopped them down!
Later, the Dragon Suppressing Knight and the Sin Punishment Priest arrived to help, and they too were killed by that kid!
Now, of our thirty thousand soldiers, more than 20,000 are dead or wounded, and almost all members of the Dark Judgment Group have been wiped out!
The number of destroyed helicopters, armored vehicles, and vessels is countless!"
Upon hearing the report,
Fend felt the world spinning, his legs went weak, and he copsed into the chair with a "thump".
"Mr. Fend!"
The Upper-level members shouted in rm, obviously shocked.
"Mr. Fend, are you alright?"
The person on the phone asked cautiously.
Fend waved his hand to the Upper-level members, took a deep breath, and said, "I’m fine, continue!"
The person continued, "Just now, news came that over five thousand people stationed at London Port were almost all killed by people from the Blood Race, the Demon Dragon n, and the Magic Kingdom!"
"Damn it! Damn it!!!"
Fend roared in anger, so enraged he could hardly breathe, his eyes bloodshot!
The triple blockade they had set up was now broken through the second level!
Their ambush force had all but been annihted!
Even Fend, who had weathered many storms in his life, was shaken by tonight’s events, frightened and shocked!
Seeing that Fend remained silent for a long time, the person asked, "Mr. Fend, what should we do next?"
Fend’s voice was hoarse as he said, "You clean up the battlefield for now, we’ll decide on the next step after further discussion!"
"Yes!"
The person on the other end responded.
After the phone call was hung up.
Mr. Fend clutched his mobile phone tightly, his face twisted, his eyebrows twitching, falling into a long silence.
The upper-level members present didn’t dare to speak anymore.
Just by looking at Mr. Fend’s expression, they knew that something must have gone wrong again.
It took him quite a while to collect himself.
Mr. Fend took a deep breath of turbid Qi and said, "Our people who were ambushed on Wattlin Street failed to stop those nine guys..."
Then, he shared with all the upper-levels present what the person who had just called him had reported.
Not until Mr. Fend had finished speaking,
did the whole conference room fall into a deathly silence.
A few secondster.
The whole conference room erupted into chaos.
"Oh my god, how is this possible? More than 30,000 people, so many heavy weapons, and they still couldn’t stop those nine guys. This is simply more unbelievable than God descending!"
"Never thought the Blood Race, Demon Dragon n, and the Magic Kingdom would rather offend Oxford than help those nine guys, it is truly despicable!"
"Especially that kid called Lionel Yeager, what on earth is his background, how could he be so strong?! He had killed the Shadow Hunter and Duke Blood Prison before!
But now, this kid actually killed the Bright Great Swordsman, Temple Knights, Storm Snow Woman, Dragon Suppressing Knight, and Sin Punishment Priest!"
Listening to the people discussing, Mr. Fend felt extremely irritated.
He mmed the table fiercely and said with a deep voice, "Everyone, now is not the time to talk about this!
I want to ask you all, what should we do next?"
"Now that those nine guys have fled to the sea, then let’s finish them on the sea!"
"If the Blood Race, Demon Dragon n, and Magic Kingdom want to help, then let’s deal with them too!"
"The pain and humiliation those nine guys brought us are too great. If we don’t kill those nine, how can we, Oxford, ever have the face to mingle in the world again?"
All the people were shouting angrily, moring to eliminate Lionel and hispanions.
One of the upper-levels voiced his concern, "Everyone, do we really want to continue fighting?
I’m worried that even at sea, our people will still be unable to stop them!
After all, those guys are not ordinary, not something that ordinary methods can deal with!"
Edward yelled at this upper-level member, "Charles, can you stop talking such demoralizing words?
This battle represents the face of our entire Oxford!
Those nine guys must die, and anyone who assists those nine must die as well!"
The other upper-levels nodded their heads in agreement with what Edward had said.
Of course, there were also some who were too scared to fight any further.
But, the others were now enraged, obviously not agreeing to stop right now.
"Enough, stop your quarreling!"
Mr. Fend mmed the table hard and stood up, saying with a fierce tone, "This battle hase this far, it’s about who canst to the end now!
Backing down now is impossible, it would mean surrendering to them,promising to them!
If we do that, Oxford’s face will be lost!
Then, all the countries in Outu, even the whole world, willugh at us, and I absolutely will not allow that to happen!
So, I decide, to concentrate all our forces and annihte them at sea!"
"I second that!"
"I second that!"
All the upper-levels present raised their hands, signaling their agreement.
"Good!"
Mr. Fend nodded, saying, "Since everyone agrees, then let’s start taking action!"
"Yes!"
All the upper-levels responded in unison, then began making phone calls one after another.
At this moment.
An upper-level hesitated for a moment and said, "Mr. Fend, I support your proposal.
But, if by any chance our people cannot eliminate them at sea, what then?"
Mr. Fend’s face darkened as he replied, "If that really happens, I will ask someone for help!
If they are willing to help, then no matter how strong those guys are, they are sure to die!"
This upper-level stated, "Since you have a contingency n, I am much more at ease."
"Mhm."
Mr. Fend nodded, and then he too picked up his mobile phone and began to make a series of phone calls.