You Hit My Heart (Joyce and Luther)

Chapter 1548

The warlord command room.
In chaos.
Otis's several senior staff officers were arguing loudly and accusing each other.
Vance was one of Otis's most capable confidants, a senior staff officer. He was solely responsible for arranging Anderson's house arrest this time. Just now they received news that Joyce had arrived at the detention site.
Currently, none of his men could be contacted. Anderson may have been rescued.
Vance and several other senior staff officers were arguing fiercely about the responsibility for the mistake in this matter, as well as what to do next. How to proceed with the previously formulated plan, everyone's opinions could not be unified.
Eugene stood carefully at the door.
He didn't dare to speak, but there was a trace of wavering in his heart.
The general rescued his own son. Without a handle in his hands, how much chance does Otis have next? His sister Gina is still a hostage in Almaigne.
Even if he had a different heart, he dared not act rashly. He suddenly regretted that he should have agreed to Joyce's proposal. There may still be a glimmer of hope. Now, he was more confused.
He knew Otis's most secrets.
Even if Otis really ascended to the throne, could he spare him?
At this moment.
Otis stood by the window, ignoring the noise behind him.
Looking at the unchanging scenery outside the window, his eyebrows twisted into a dead knot, and he was in a daze.
The airtight deployment, what exactly went wrong? He couldn't figure it out.
How did Joyce find such a secret hiding place?
Since they have already found Anderson's whereabouts, how long can Ralph's detention place last?
He didn't know.
Exhausted all means.
At present, it seems that there is only one way to go. Regardless of the mediator, whether it is justified or not, regardless of the international impact, tear up the face in advance, regardless of any consequences direct confrontation between the two sides until the victory or defeat is decided, determine the final ownership of the warlord.
This is also what the people behind him are arguing about.
They argued until their faces were red and their ears were red, each insisting on their own opinions and unwilling to give in.
Before the war, opinions were already inconsistent.
It's just like a group of flies without a head, a mob.
Otis was tired of hearing it. He suddenly turned around and yelled, "Shut up!"
Shouted with all his might, shaking the beams of the house three times.
Vance and the others immediately shut up and looked at Otis, "Mr. Robertson."
Otis sank his face, passed through them, "Summon all the generals and prepare for battle immediately!"