Ming Shan Star.
Human Race headquarters.
In the meeting room, various forces had gathered for a meeting.
Wang Hao sat there leisurely, occasionally teasing the two beauties, Xue Qianqin and Le Xuan.
He even gave Xia Weiwei a provocative glance, as if to say, "I've cuckolded you, what are you going to do about it!?"
Xue Qianqin rolled her eyes, "Wang Hao, don't you feel like you're sitting on pins and needles!?"
Wang Hao looked around and saw that everyone's gaze in the room had fallen on him. If looks could kill, he had no doubt he would have been killed countless times already.
However, clearly that was an impossibility, so he chose to ignore those stares.
Le Xuan whispered, "Wang Hao, according to the information, the losses for everyone are not too severe, but the military supplies have been looted, and we can't replenish them quickly, so the days ahead might be pretty tough."
