In the palace council hall, the huge chandelier on the dome emits hot light, like the sun, making everything in this room more solemn and cannot be looked directly into or violated.
At the head of the long and narrow conference table, King Jena VI, the king of Selva City, was wearing a white robe and sitting there with a serious face, quietly listening to everyone's discussion.
Caen Jena, 61 years old, is obese. Compared with old people of the same age, he looks older, with sagging skin and wrinkles all over his face.
The King of Caen inherited the throne more than thirty years ago. He is also the only king who has experienced the city of Selva transforming from a primitive tribe to a city of technological brilliance. Throughout his half-life, his achievements have been outstanding enough to be recorded in the annals of history.
In the council hall, there were more than ten people sitting. They were all members of the royal council and had distinguished status. As the leader of the royal guard regiment, Flo was naturally among them.
"Your Majesty, Kang Pingnan proposed to use Tong Yiyi as bait to ask Tong Zhan for the terms of returning Prince Qiao An and his daughter, forcing the other party to reveal the truth." A prince said first: "But according to the information we have,
, Tong Zhan is not the leader of these black-robed men, and our conditions are likely to be rejected."
Caen glanced at him and asked in a serious tone: "Does the Kang family agree to Kang Pingnan's proposal?"
"There are some differences." Wang Jue shook his head: "Some people believe that Tong Yiyi's experiment has been successful. The sleeping consciousness in her mind has shown signs of awakening. This is a breakthrough for mankind across the ages. Of course we cannot let her take risks.
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Caen pondered for a long time and did not express his opinion clearly. He only commented lightly: "Kang Pingnan has lost his mind on the issue of his daughter."
When Flo heard this, he immediately stood up, bowed and said: "Your Majesty, I personally think that Kang Pingnan's plan to use Tong Zhan to achieve his goal is feasible. According to our inference, even if Tong Zhan is not the black robe of these people
He is also the opponent's key chess piece and the most important clue we currently have. We should make a breakthrough from this point."
"Do you have any good ideas, Flo?" Caen's posture, tone, and expression were all very serious. Sitting there, he had an aura that overwhelmed everything.
Flo paused, bent down and replied: "I think we should contact the Easterners and investigate Tong Zhan's personal resume in detail. This may lead to a breakthrough."
Caen thought about it and said: "It seems that you have already thought of a plan, so go ahead and do it."
"Yes, Your Majesty." Flo replied respectfully and bent down to sit down.
Caen turned his head slightly to look at his younger brother and said softly to him: "Lyle, those mutants who defected from the Bayada Stadium also need to be dealt with. We must protect the reputation of Selva City as a technological capital to the death."
This sentence was said euphemistically, but the order it contained was bloody. Obviously, the royal family had already made the most basic judgment on the motivations of the defecting mutants. The super soldiers headed by Ye Zhi and Matsui Mu must have wanted to
To secretly investigate the eternal life plan.
The royal family will not allow this to happen, because once it is provoked, the reputation of the entire city of Selva and the royal family will be at stake.
solve?
It can be expulsion with a strong attitude. If this is not possible, then the person who knows the secret must keep it secret forever.
End of the meeting.
Caen stood up, looked at Flo expressionlessly and said: "This is not a criminal case. Joan was captured, and my beloved relatives were slaughtered in Lone Light Castle. This made me very sad and angry.
, it is more about the face and honor of the royal family. My guard captain, no matter what method you use, I must see my dear brother in this conference hall within the next half month.
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"As you command, Your Majesty." Flo bowed.
"Go back and rest." Caen nodded slightly to everyone and walked out of the bright parliament hall.
At the entrance, more than ten servants followed Caen and accompanied him out of the administrative building of the palace, all the way through the garden and to the bedroom at the back.
Five minutes later, more than a dozen servants walked to the stairs on the second floor of the palace, and they all stopped and stopped following. Only an old man accompanied Caen to the huge door.
"You can leave." Caen had only walked for less than ten minutes, and fine beads of sweat were already forming on his cheeks.
The blond old man paused and persuaded softly: "Your Majesty, you can't stay here today. Your health...!"
After hearing this, Caen looked at the blond old man and asked succinctly: "Are you going to stop a warrior from walking towards his battlefield?"
"...!" The old man was speechless.
Caen looked at him and asked softly: "Do you want me to open the door myself?"
"Of course not, Your Majesty." Seeing that the dissuasion was ineffective, the old man could only open the door for him himself.
The huge solid wood door opened, a burst of dazzling light shot into the corridor, and many women's cheers and wanton laughter came from the room.
If Zhang Yunxi was eavesdropping on the door at this moment, with his voice discernment, he would be able to hear the shouts of at least twenty women.
Caen immediately stepped in and the old man closed the door for him.
As soon as he entered the room, the solemn look on Caen's face disappeared in an instant. He slowly unzipped his white robe and walked toward the crowd with a stern expression: "I'm going to crush you bunch of pretense!"
The so-called royal family, from a tribal clan with a certain amount of wealth to today's glory, only takes twenty years at most.
The royal family's heritage, just like the city of Selva, is only wrapped in a shell of extreme splendor, but is hollow inside.
Can you expect that maybe fifty years ago, a group of people who wore small leather skirts for nothing would wear coins every day that they could hardly handle?
It's difficult, isn't it?
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Selva City, inside the Royal Hotel.
Kang Pingnan stood in front of the conference table and shouted excitedly: "I didn't say I wanted to hand Grandpa over, I just wanted to use him to lure Tong Zhan and those black-robed men to show up!"
A middle-aged man stepped in and looked at him: "He hasn't woken up yet. He is in a very weak stage. Once he is taken out, what will happen if something happens?"
"This method is indeed somewhat dangerous." A middle-aged woman expressed her opinion with a frown.
"What if Tong Zhan offers to exchange hostages?" Kang Pingnan turned pale and put his hands on the conference table: "What should we do?"
"Of course I cannot agree." A woman in her thirties responded bluntly: "Grandpa's personal safety must come first."
"Bang!"
Kang Pingnan slammed the table and shouted in a rare rudeness: "If you don't agree, my daughter may die!!! Isn't she a relative of yours?!"
Questions echoed, and the huge conference room fell into silence.
After a while, a middle-aged man who was sitting in the front seat and had been silent for the whole time slowly raised his head and said, "Pingnan, Tongtong was kidnapped. We feel the same as you..."
"It's the same shit!" Kang Pingnan shouted with scarlet eyes: "If it were the same, you wouldn't sit here and be indifferent."
The middle-aged man was stunned and frowned at Kang Pingnan, saying nothing.
Next to him, the middle-aged woman stood up, walked up to Kang Pingnan, raised her arm decisively, and pulled him away.
"Snapped!"
A loud slap hit Kang Pingnan on the side of his face. The latter's cheeks were red and swollen and his head shook.
"Apologise to your uncle." The middle-aged woman looked at Kang Pingnan and ordered lightly.
Kang Pingnan calmed down for a while, then looked at Kang Wei, the current patriarch of the Kang family, and said in a hoarse voice: "I was wrong, uncle, I was affected by my emotions..."
Conway, who was in his fifties, replied calmly: "Sit down and calm down."
Kang Pingnan tried his best to calm down his emotions and bent down to sit on the chair.
About twenty minutes later, Flo walked in with a group of people and said succinctly: "The meeting is over. The attitude of the Royal Council is that Tong Yiyi is of higher value."
Everyone looked up at him and nodded slowly.
"Dear distinguished guests, let's continue to move forward with our previous plan." Flo sat on the chair, frowned and said, "Quickly."
Kang Pingnan was silent for a long time, then gasped and responded: "Someone who knows Tong Zhan will be here soon."
After a while, the door of the conference room was pushed open, and Chen Xun and Wang Xiaofeng, the political directors of the Supervision Administration Bureau, dressed in disguise, stepped into the room.
The door of the conference room was closed, and a counterattack led by the royal family and planned by the Kang family and a group of capital officially began.
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Within the Mud Dragon Tribe.
The old man wearing a cane looked at Zhang Yunxi in surprise, and slowly raised his withered palm: "The witch god favors you. My child, you may be the descendant of the flying dragon."
Zhang Yunxi looked at the nagging old man and said in confusion: "What the hell? What is he talking about?!"
The clan leader looked at Weber next to him and said softly: "He is the flying dragon totem that the Mud Dragon Clan worships and believes in. I want to take him back to my room to talk."
"What is he talking about?" Zhang Yunxi wiped the water from his face and asked Weber.
"Are you deaf? Isn't real-time translation a translation?" Weber also said with a confused face: "He said that you are the flying dragon totem of the Mud Dragon Tribe, and he wants to take you into the room to communicate..."
Zhang Yunxi looked at the extremely ugly old man with wrinkles all over his body: "...How can we communicate when we enter the house?"