Chapter 2882: Meeting (2)

The lords filling this room could absolutely be considered the highest level of Snowfield City.

Even the attendants.

Zhao Chi was now quite confident, but not confident enough to think he could beat anyone in this room.

There are always people above people.

He still needed to keep improving.

However, Zhao Chi knew they were strong, but didn't know who any of them were.

If he used Deep Perception, he might be able to probe their specific information.

But that would be a major taboo.

The people in this venue were basically all high-level leaders of friendly forces; Zhao Chi snooping on their information would be extremely rude, even... hostile.

Unless Zhao Chi wanted to start an internal conflict with them, there was no way he would use Deep Perception on them.

So...

Shangguan Ting was going to brief them, which Zhao Chi naturally welcomed.

Zhao Chi nodded: "Alright, then thank you, Captain Shangguan."

Shangguan Ting glared at him, then whispered: "What you're supposed to call me, have you forgotten?"

Zhao Chi also whispered: "Thank you, Tingting."

Shangguan Ting hummed softly: "That's not the best form of address either, but forget it. Do you see that fat bald guy chatting with the regiment commander?"

Zhao Chi was startled: "Damn... keep your voice down."

That fat bald guy was only a little over one meter away from Zhao Chi and the others; although Shangguan Ting's voice was small, at that distance he would definitely be able to hear.

This Shangguan Ting really was careless...

Zhao Chi was genuinely a little worried for her, but that fat bald guy seemed to have heard absolutely nothing.

Shangguan Ting said playfully: "We're in secret-speech mode right now, he can't hear."

Zhao Chi breathed a sigh of relief, but said helplessly: "If it's secret-speech mode, then why are you still whispering?"

Shangguan Ting said: "Even so, other people could very likely read it from our lip movements. Whispering makes it harder to read."

"... Alright then."

Zhao Chi looked again at that fat bald guy.

Probably just over forty, a shiny bald head, around 250 jin, ordinary-looking.

He looked like a put-upon middle-aged uncle.

Dressed in a golden cloth robe, which didn't seem to match this era at all, like ancient clothing.

But the color and pattern alone directly proclaimed his noble status.

Shangguan Ting whispered: "That's Wang Xiao, Duke Canghai of the Source Ice Family."