"Damn it!"
People cursed one after another, yet they were helpless.
...
Simultaneously, the Star Network exploded. Everyone’s netizens were praying anxiously, while so angrily cursed on the organizer’s official website. As this year’s co-organizer, the First Military Command College couldn’t escape either.
They were cursed out by netizens.
They were truly wronged, having sent so many elites over, even the death of one would be heartbreaking.
Though soldiers do not fear death, this ti, it was certain that many, many would die.
Sending people to their deaths in such a way really wasn’t sothing to be happy about.
The organizers were under great pressure as well, and even the Military Departnt could not escape responsibility.
With such a big problem, as the final decision maker, the Military Departnt must have known the rules of the competition well ahead of ti but chose to keep them hidden; they were too authoritarian.
The Cabinet Pri Minister’s Office sent an inquiry letter imdiately.
But the Military Departnt did not reply.
This caused the discussion on the Star Network to beco even more heated, and the military academies participating in the competition were no longer silent, beginning to join forces to apply pressure in the hope of rescuing their students.
Eighth Fleet, Supre Commander’s office—
Fu Xing was in a eting, listening intently to the gunnery chief’s work report, pointing out issues occasionally. His adjutant Monger ca in midway, saw the eting wasn’t over, and left again.
The eting didn’t end until lunchti.
After the gunnery chief left, Monger ca imdiately to report.
"Report!"
"Co in."
Fu Xing didn’t look up, his attention fixed on what he was focusing on the desk.
Monger entered and inadvertently caught a glimpse, his pupils dilating in shock.
The Commander was watching a video of Lady Lin Fu during work hours, huh! This video didn’t seem like a competition video, one he had never seen before.
As a loyal fan of Lady Lin Fu, Monger followed every competition she was in, and knew all her competition videos by heart; he was certain what the Commander was watching was different from what he had seen.
"What is it?"
Fu Xing’s cold voice interrupted Monger’s speculation.
"Report to the Commander, there has been an accident at the newcor’s competition, here are the details I’ve gathered for your review."
"Uh-huh, I already know."
Although Fu Xing already knew, he still took the papers and looked over them again.
Suppressing the confusion in his heart, Monger continued, "Additionally, the Military Departnt has notified you to attend a eting."
"Good!"
...
As soon as Fu Xing’s shuttle landed at the Military Departnt, several people greeted him.
"Duke."
"Duke, you’ve finally arrived."
Fu Xing knew the people who approached him, but precisely because he knew them, he found it odd.
They were all nobles from the Capital Star and didn’t hold military positions; it wasn’t normal for them to be at the Military Departnt. But he quickly understood, and his expression subtly changed.
"I know what this is about, everyone, don’t worry."
"I wouldn’t be worried if it weren’t for the old man at ho! If the heir were to die on a Prison Star, it would be a disgrace for our Cape family," said a very serious and stern middle-aged man who was extrely angry by now.
The old nobility valued honor the most, and for an heir to die on a Prison Star, regardless of the reason, was disgraceful.
"This matter absolutely cannot be left as it is."
Soone even shouted in agitation, "This is a conspiracy, it must be a conspiracy."
Fu Xing looked at one of them, "I rember your family never involved itself in military affairs, so how co you have family mbers participating in the newcor’s competition this year?"
The person addressed hurriedly explained, "My son didn’t want to join the military, but the Military Departnt issued a conscription order. As nobles of the Galaxy Empire, we are obligated to fight for the Empire. My eldest son accepted the draft without hesitation and was imdiately assigned to attend the Military Academy."
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