Wang Jixuan had already made up his mind before he left the house.
If Lao Fu had no serious business this ti and just called him over for a teppanyaki al, then he would just slide tackle him...
No matter, he took it as an opportunity to et the Battle Girl.
Lingtong was getting busier by the day, and the opportunities for the two to et were few and far between. An encounter this ti was certainly a joy.
When Wang Jixuan arrived on the first floor, Lingtong was standing with her hands behind her back, leaning against the wall by the elevator door.
She had obviously dressed up today, in her favorite tight jeans, a light grey crop top with a few frayed holes on the edges of the shoulder and sleeves, and a pair of platform shoes that gave her already tall figure a near-comic proportion. Her lightly made up face lost so of the harshness of the battlefield, and gained a delicacy that seed almost vulnerable.
After the chanical arm was covered with synthetic skin, although it lost so of the shock caused by the stitching of tal and flesh, it also reduced her aggressiveness.
Most people tended to unconsciously overlook Lingtong’s age when interacting with her because her aura and gaze were too sharp.
In fact, she had just turned twenty-two this year.
Lingtong gave a slight nod to Mu Dan behind Wang Jixuan, which passed as a greeting, and then sized up Wang Jixuan briefly, whispering,
"You look good."
"Why do I feel like you suddenly got prettier?"
The ever-honest Wang Jixuan extended his right hand proactively.
Lingtong was clearly surprised.
She glanced left and right, then extended her right hand, but quickly switched to her left hand realizing sothing was off.
"It’s a chanical arm... the touch is simulated..."
"I see others do this," Wang Jixuan calmly explained, taking her left hand.
Below the caress of his fingertips, there indeed was an undeniable chanical feeling.
Wang Jixuan calmly walked forward, and soon a group of patrolling soldiers appeared ahead.
Lingtong whispered, "Be mindful of the military atmosphere."
Daoist Wang naturally let go of the Battle Girl’s hand and then noticed a blush under her crystal-clear skin.
Was she embarrassed?
That was quite amusing.
"What does the Commander want with this ti?" Wang Jixuan casually brought up a topic.
Lingtong imdiately reverted to her usual deanor, "A Commander-level eting is being convened at Huangli High Ground No. 39 Fortress ground army camp, the fortress previously devastated by the Blade Beast."
"Why invite to such a eting?"
"The Black Storm needs to make an appearance," Lingtong said quickly, "This ti, the attendees include Commanders from the Fourth to Ninth Combined Combat Zones, and from D1 Combined Combat Zone ca a retired Deputy Commander."
"No one from D2 and D3?"
"They tried to send two deputy level officials from Spiritual Ability City, but the Commander refused them."
"Got it, everyone coming is our own folk."
Wang Jixuan turned his head and called out to Mu Dan who deliberately stayed ten ters back,
"Bring my new Black Suit over."
— Since other mbers of the Peak Maids were on frontline duty, Mu Dan had to run the errand herself.
Fu Jian was waiting for him in the transport aircraft. After eting, there was no need for pleasantries; he handed over a stack of docunts to Wang Jixuan.
Daoist Wang read through them on the way and only felt a headache coming on.
The docunts Fu Jian gave were about the political dynamics within the major combat zones.
Each major combat zone was "intertwined like a dog’s teeth."
Although the general trend within the combined combat zones seed relatively simple—either leaning towards D5’s Fu Jian or towards the Six Elders of Spiritual Ability City—
in reality, there were different opinions within each zone.
Aside from Zones D1/D2/D3, most officers in the other major zones consider issues from a human standpoint. Generally speaking, whoever could lead humanity to victory or bring greater hope would gain their support.
As the transport aircraft was about to land, Wang Jixuan had not yet finished a third of these paper docunts and decided to stop reading.
He rubbed his forehead murmuring, "Lao Fu, just tell , what am I supposed to do today?"
"You don’t need to do anything, just watch. I need you to witness and understand the internal opinions of humanity," Fu Jian’s chanical face remained serious.
Wang Jixuan stared, "Then why are you making read these docunts?"
"In case you beca curious."
Lingtong pursed her lips, smiling from the back seat.
Wang Jixuan:...
Daoist curse.
...
Wang Jixuan had so recollection of this eting from previous reports by Mu Dan.
He changed into the classic suit of the Black Storm, flanking Fu Jian together with Lingtong, entering the venue last.
The venue was an oval layout with a large round table that had dozens of seats.
Now in the Fortress Era, military power overwheld politics, but such high-level etings always involved representatives from the combined combat zones’ joint ruling council.
— Half of the attendees were just there to make up the numbers, offering clichéd statents.
As soon as Wang Jixuan appeared, eyes from all around the room instantly converged on him.
Among the attendees, marshals and deputy marshals of the human faction, many had learned of the deeds of the Black Storm and were aware of so intelligence.
Fu Jian reached the table.
"Stand!" Dongfang Zhenghong commanded from a corner.
Amidst the noise of chairs being pulled back, a group of old-fashioned half-human chas and white-haired politicians stood up, performing the human faction military salute along with Fu Jian.
Stirring music played from all sides.
This music had no lyrics but conveyed an indescribable sense of solemnity.
Several slightly younger marshals looked at Fu Jian with fervid eyes.
Fu Jian simply said, "Sit."
The group took their seats, now more disciplined than before.
Next to Fu Jian, Zhang Huanying began to chair the eting and announced the agenda; two teams of chanical bodies waited outside, all models less capable than Mu Dan from the loyal aide series.
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