Chapter 586 - Chapter 586: Chapter 523: Dagger_2 (2/2)

Moore’s voice was deep and magnetic, continuing, “but the importance of this mission, I believe you have all realized. I am here to listen to your thoughts personally, and to discuss how we might achieve the greatest victory with the least cost.”

As Moore’s words concluded, the atmosphere in the meeting room gradually warmed, and the senior members began speaking again, sharing their views.

Moore then quietly sat at one end of the conference table, occasionally nodding in agreement, and at times, raising penetrating questions, steering the direction of the whole discussion.

“Our best approach would be to persuade the Tempest Church to collaborate with us, or else not to intervene, to avoid a large-scale dispute between both sides, especially under the current special tense situation.”

“I will personally approach Bishop Zane about this matter; he has always been an old friend of the Fischer’s, perhaps we can find a solution through him.”

Under his guidance, the meeting proceeded exceptionally smoothly, and what were originally challenging issues became easily resolvable.

When the discussion was nearing its close, Moore stood up again, his gaze sweeping over each person present, his eyes twinkling with gratitude.

“Thank you for your efforts and wisdom. I believe that with our joint efforts, Mo’er Security Company will surely complete this mission perfectly.”

Moore’s words were brief but powerful, like a shot of adrenaline, filling everyone’s hearts with confidence.

As he left, the conference room returned to calm, but the air was no longer filled with the previous tension.

Finally, after a busy day, Moore returned to his private estate in a secluded mountainous area.

The estate was dotted with stars, and a light breeze brought a touch of coolness and tranquility.

He slowly walked into his study, where shelves were filled with various books, from military strategies and classical literature to world history and philosophical musings.

The large desk in the center of the room quietly awaited its owner’s return. Moore gently sat down, his gaze lingering on a faded photo on the desk, a group photo of him with comrades on an overseas battlefield, every face brimming with smiles.

Moore reminisced about those brothers who fought side by side with him, some had forever remained on those overseas battlefields, while others continued with their lives in different corners of the world.

“Sigh, over the years, I too have traveled across half the world… it all started with Nasir. If it hadn’t been for the meeting between Madam Irene and my mother, my life wouldn’t have changed.”