42: Chapter 26 The Big Shots 42: Chapter 26 The Big Shots Gongsun Ce and Alice, imrsed in the belly of the giant dragon, witnessed the rushing green sea, shivering from the truth about the biochemical experint.
anwhile, at the sa ti, at Dragon Head at the other end of the Sky City, authoritative figures of high position and power were also discussing the current event…
At 9:05 p.m., Cangshou District, Dragon Head International Integrated Office Building, on the 66th floor.
In the area that was once the head of a giant dragon stood a building with extensive grounds, a blue edifice that publicly served as the administrative organ of Sky City, managed by special appointees from countries around the world.
However, local students preferred to call it the “Three Kingdoms’ Giant Dragon Branch Office,” or simply “Governnt Building.” Regardless of the na, this structure, built not in the city center but in the remote head of the dragon, did not change in its significance as the center of the city’s power.
Ding-dong!
Floor 66 lit up, and the elevator doors opened with a chi, with polished leather shoes stepping onto the plush carpet.
The receptionist facing the elevator doors greeted with a perfect receptionist’s smile:
“Good evening, Principal Onowell.
May I ask…”
The man who erged from the elevator was bald with light golden stubble.
He had piercing blue eyes, wore a suit, stood straight, and had the refined deanor uniquely characteristic of a cultured middle-aged man.
However, the obvious anxiety on his face ruined his poise, and even his gentle words seed rushed.
“Good evening, madam.
Please forgive my impoliteness for visiting without an appointnt, but I have urgent business that requires a discussion with Director Liu Zhongwu.”
The Empire’s receptionist bowed respectfully to consult soone inside and then replied, “The Director welcos you at any ti.
Principal, please follow .”
The two proceeded down the silent corridor on the 66th floor, with views on the empire’s bureaucrats bending over their paperwork in the offices lining the route.
As they walked deeper, the sound of soone speaking grew.
“Everyone’s got to work hard tonight…
Stop direct energy supply throughout the city…
Confirm again…
Ensure at least a two-hour reserve energy supply…
Confirm details with those from the Kingdom…
His Majesty is watching us from the sky…”
Principal Onowell picked up his pace, glaring intently at the door at the other end of the hallway, his elegant beard trembling slightly.
The receptionist led him to the eting room door, relieved to have managed to scurry ahead of the striding man to knock.
“Director Liu, sorry to interrupt, Principal Onowell is here.”
“Please co in, please co in quickly.”
The door of the eting room swung inward, and the receptionist smiled and excused herself, as Onowell stord into the room.
It was an office hall arranged like an amphitheater, where one entering from above could take in everything at a glance: a large screen at the bottom showing live images of Sky City from above and dozens of the Empire’s dedicated servants deep in thought, working at their screens.
A plump, middle-aged man, dabbing sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief, issued orders with a loud voice atop his beer belly.
“Oh, look, Old Ao’s here…”
The corpulent bureaucrat struggled to turn around, attempting to greet his old friend with a smile that was smothered by the furious bald man’s outburst.
Director Liu trembled, his flesh wobbling as he spoke, “What’s gotten into you today, looking so frightening.
Little Li, go and fetch my fine tea from my office…”
Principal Onowell could no longer restrain himself; all talk of cultivation and self-control was thrown into the wastebin.
He grabbed Director Liu’s collar and bellowed under the gaze of all present, “What the hell are you thinking!”
Clerk Little Li was about to rise but, startled by the bellow, quietly sat back down.
Director Liu attempted a nervous chuckle, “What’s this about, coming all this way to go mad at an old friend…”
“Don’t play dumb!” Onowell’s voice bood, “How did the Dragon Worshippers get into the underground!”
Director Liu wiped the sweat from his forehead, “That man went down from your United States’ building, you should be looking there, not here.”
The bald man roared with even more ferocity, “What was Yiji Hall doing?!
They did nothing all day, even a single bypasser didn’t take action; do you really plan to rely on Gongsun Ce and that Hunter to solve such a major problem?!”
“Talk reasonably, let go of , hey let go of first, everyone’s watching, I can’t save face this way…”
Huffing angrily, the bald man let go of his collar, and the Empire’s dedicated servants struggled to pinch their fingertips to stifle their laughter.
Director Liu straightened his tie and spoke calmly, “Old Ao, you are uninford.
This enemy is likely already in the Manifestation Realm, rashly sending people might not have any effect…”
The United States-born principal erupted into a perfectly pronounced Empire curse, showcasing his deep understanding of foreign cultural sophistication, “Your Liu Zhongwu, as the forr Minister of Yiji Hall and current Governor of Sky City, can’t stand up to a re Manifestation Mage?
You have a thousand ways to make that madman drop dead in broad daylight!”
The Empire’s official laughed awkwardly, “See, I am so powerful, shouldn’t you, a Clarity Realm educator, show so respect in my presence…”
His old friend looked as if he was about to burst into flas from his eyes, nose, mouth, and ears, scaring Director Liu into ducking.
He thought, if anger could raise a person’s temperature, Onowell’s bald head could probably be used to fry sausages.
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