The Impatient Marshal
Editor: Atlas Studios
On Earth.
In the middle north part of Asia, on the outskirts of an inconspicuous town in the former Russian Federation, a manor was covered in a layer of golden yellow because of the sunset.
Seeing the huge virtual screen in front of him fall into darkness, Marshal Chemekov turned to look at the bright red sunset outside the window. After looking at it for a moment, he closed his eyes, raised his hand, and pinched his eyebrows.
It was not because of exhaustion.
As an extremely powerful Star-Grade Martial Artist, he did not feel exhausted just because he had held a two-hour meeting. One had to know that he had once set an extremely powerful record of working for five consecutive days and five nights without any rest.