Chapter 91 Speed Of Breakthrough

In the dimly lit room, the eccentric and somewhat cynical middle-aged man with a mustache, known as Quentin, was no longer engrossed in his calligraphy. Instead, he was playing chess on a board, methodically making moves for both sides.

"So, they failed?"

"Quantum is really useless."

Quentin continued to make his moves without lifting his head, merely grumbling under his breath.

"Your Highness, according to the report from Quantum, the target was well-prepared. They sent...