The cigar in Patrick's hand remained unlit as Fang Ming entered the room. The young chairman's arrival was met with the general's usual gruff demeanor, though the faint lines of concern etched into his brow betrayed deeper thoughts.
"Have you been waiting for me, General?" Fang Ming asked with a smirk.
"Don't be ridiculous. Just tell me why you're here," Patrick snapped, though his tone lacked its usual bite.
Fang Ming glanced around, noting the tension in the air. Despite Patrick's nonchalance, it was clear he had already heard about the recent meetings between Russia and Japan. That the winds of war were stirring was undeniable.
"I thought I'd share the results of a year's worth of preparation on behalf of the British Empire," Fang Ming began, "but if you already know everything, I'll take my leave."
Patrick grunted, leaning back in his chair. "You're here, so let's hear it. Get on with it."
