The crisp ringtone of the mobile phone rang in the office, attracting everyone's attention. Ye Fan, who was sitting in the center of the conference table, frowned and looked down at his mobile phone, with doubts in his eyes.
After pondering for a moment, Ye Fan took his mobile phone and slowly stood up.
"This meeting has been going on for nine hours, and it's time to have a final result...
I think I have made it very clear about the stakes involved, and now we will proceed directly to the final vote."
Ye Fan glanced at everyone and spoke calmly:
"The final vote on whether Ye Fan, Commander-in-Chief of the Night Watch, has the absolute right to command, control, and mobilize all resources of all the Night Watchmen in Great Xia during the upcoming crisis in Great Xia has begun."
In the silent conference room, the other seven Night Watch executives pondered for a moment and slowly raised their hands.
Five votes were in favor, one was against, and one abstained.
Ye Fan nodded slightly and said in a deep voice: "In this case, in the next period of time, I will take over full authority of the Night Watch, and all personnel and resources must obey my deployment unconditionally...
The meeting is dismissed."
Ye Fan walked out of the conference room with his mobile phone and documents, came to the window in the corner of this floor, and answered the phone.
"Hello?"
"Commander Ye, this is Lin Qiye." Lin Qiye's voice came from the other end of the conversation.
"Well." Ye Fan looked up and looked at the time, "You should have arrived in Beijing, right?"
"Here we are."
"The 006 team stationed in Shangjing City still has many things to deal with. You can move freely in Shangjing for a day and have the final confrontation tomorrow morning. As for the form of the confrontation, the 006 team should send someone to inform you."
"Commander Ye, I'm not calling because of this matter."
Ye Fan raised his eyebrows, "What is that?"
"I want to know where Senior Sword Master went."
Ye Fan was stunned on the spot.
"Why are you asking this?"
"For some reasons, I got a prediction about his future..." Lin Qiye paused and said in a deep voice, "His situation is very dangerous, he...may die."
Ye Fan's hand holding the phone trembled, and his pupils shrank, standing like a stone statue.
After a long silence, he slowly spoke,
"He...is in the mist."
"Mist?" Lin Qiye's voice rose a little, "Why did he go to Mist?"
Ye Fan briefly told what happened on the phone.
"Wind God, Anta County, Fengdu, Mist..." Lin Qiye murmured to himself, "How long has he been there?"
"32 hours."
Lin Qiye pondered for a moment, "Commander Ye, can we...can we postpone the last assessment?"
"Postponing the assessment?" Ye Fan frowned, "Then, what do you want to do? Go to the mist to save the Sword Master?"
Anta County has been in fog for 32 hours. Do you know where it is now?
Even if you know its location, how can you survive in the fog?
How are you going to catch up with it? Can you be faster than the Juggernaut?
What happens after you catch up?
With your strength, what can you do to help him?"
"..." Lin Qiye was speechless.
"This matter is far more complicated than you think. It not only involves a city... behind this matter, it also involves the safety of the entire Great Xia.
Not to mention that you are not a special team yet, even if you have become a special team now, you may not be able to participate."
Ye Fan's voice was extremely serious,
"You are not Daxia's top combat power, you are the seeds of Daxia's top combat power.
And the seed... is the future.
What you have to do now is to grow up under our protection. One day, you will replace us and become the protective umbrella of the entire Great Xia.
But not now."
Ye Fan hung up the phone.
He took a deep breath, exhaled it slowly, and looked at the city outside the window with extremely complicated eyes.
Zuo Qing, who had been standing beside him silently, sighed,
"Although what you said makes sense, your tone is a bit harsh."
Ye Fan stared out of the window for a long time and shook his head, "I just don't want them to follow in the footsteps of the [Lan Yu] team... They are too young."
"No matter what, the absolute command you want has been obtained." Zuo Qing shrugged, "Are you really sure?"
"Maybe." Ye Fan said lightly, "In Daxia now, there is no other choice."
"What should we do with Zhou Ping?"
"Do you believe Zhou Ping?"
Zuo Qing was stunned, "He is a sword master, of course I believe him, but..."
"Then do you believe me?" Ye Fan turned to look at Zuo Qing, his eyes were more serious than ever before.
"believe."
Zuo Qing didn't hesitate at all.
"Okay." Ye Fan nodded slightly, "Then just listen to me, there is no need to mobilize any combat power to rescue Zhou Ping..."
"But just in case..."
Ye Fan glanced at him, and Zuo Qing obediently closed his mouth.
"Go to the central computer room and send a message to Guan Zai, asking him to leave immediately.
Notify all human ceilings except Zhou Ping to head to the Daxia border immediately.
in addition,
Wake up Special Team 001."
Ye Fan issued several orders one after another with a serious expression.
Zuo Qing's expression changed slightly when he heard the last order, "Has the matter become so serious?"
"It is related to the national destiny, and we must prepare in advance."
"yes."
Zuo Qing nodded and walked quickly towards the distance.
When Zuo Qing left, Ye Fan paused for a moment, as if thinking about something...
Finally, he seemed to have made up his mind and walked towards the other side of the corridor.
He pushed open the door to the Commander-in-Chief's office, walked in, locked the door behind his back, then walked to the office chair and sat down.
He bent down, took out a key from his pocket, inserted it into the keyhole of the bottom drawer of his desk, turned it gently, and then opened it.
Inside the drawer is a palm-sized mini safe.
He placed the safe on the table, entered the twelve-digit password one after another, and heard a soft sound before the safe automatically opened.
He took out a walkie-talkie from the safe.
This walkie-talkie is not big, but its style is very unique. From the appearance, it looks like it is made up of mini pixels. Rather than being a walkie-talkie, it is more suitable to be said to be a building block made of Lego.
Ye Fan adjusted the walkie-talkie a little, and the sound of electric current came from it.
This pixelated walkie-talkie can actually be used normally.
He gently pressed the intercom button.
The red indicator light lights up.
Ye Fan held the walkie-talkie in his hand, was silent for a moment, and slowly spoke: