Naval Headquarters in Istanbul.
In a small meeting room, there was a set of pure silver tea sets inlaid with gold edges. Several Indians in Kaftan robes were sitting there. They were Dijan Galawa and his four subordinates.
At this moment, everyone was sitting with their legs crossed, looking very happy. How could there be any trace of humility on their faces?
A young Brahmin offered fragrant tea: "Venerable, please drink tea. Congratulations on your promotion."
Di Rang took it, blew away the tea foam, and a despicable look of joy appeared on his face.
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