Chapter 1753
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Chapter 1753 The Seventh Commander-in-Chief
Beijing City.
Lu Wuwei wore a space helmet, riding his electric scooter as he slowly descended among the hills in the suburbs.
“Sigh… that was an exhausting fight.” Lu Wuwei removed his helmet, took several deep breaths of Earth’s fresh air, and relaxed completely. “I’ll rest for a day before delivering food again. First, let me find a place to wash my feet.”
Lu Wuwei was riding his electric scooter, just emerging from the valley, when his phone suddenly rang.
“Hello?”
“…”
“Oh, Secretary Min? What do you need from me?”
“…”
“I understand, I’ll come right away.”
Lu Wuwei sighed, immediately changing direction from the foot bath house and heading straight to the Nightwatcher Headquarters.
By the time he arrived, Min Junliang had been waiting for quite a while.
“Thank you for coming, Mr. Lu.”
Min Junliang smiled apologetically.
“Don’t mention it. Get on, I’ll take you to find him.”
Lu Wuwei took out a new helmet from under the seat for Min Junliang. The propellers of two little yellow ducks started spinning simultaneously as they flew toward the horizon…
The clouds slowly receded beneath them. Min Junliang peered down and couldn’t help asking:
“Mr. Lu, can we go any faster?”
“This is already full speed.”
“…” Min Junliang’s mouth twitched. “Mr. Lu, I’ve always had a question.”
“What is it?”
“With your speed being so slow, how did you ride your scooter to space?”
“Master Chen’s carriage took me up there.”
Min Junliang: ヽ(ー_ー)ノ
The two rode the electric scooter, swaying through the air for a long time before slowly descending. By now, they had reached the northern border of Great Xia.
They passed through forests, heading toward Fengdu. After traveling through the deserted ghost streets, they finally stopped in front of a grand hall.
Lu Wuwei removed his helmet and gestured toward the hall with his chin:
“He’s inside.”
Min Junliang frowned in confusion. He walked to the heavy temple doors, placed both hands on them, and pushed hard!
Creeeeak—!!
The ancient netherworld doors slowly opened. Inside the dim, cold hall, a figure dressed in bright red imperial examination robes stood dejectedly in front of two coffins, motionless like a statue.
Seeing that person, Min Junliang’s eyes lit up, and he quickly walked in.
“Director?”
“Director Lin Qiye?!”
Min Junliang called out twice before those empty eyes regained focus.
Lin Qiye rubbed his reddened eyes, looking utterly haggard.
He spoke hoarsely: “I recognize you, you’re Commander Zuo’s secretary… Why are you here?”
Min Junliang’s expression immediately turned serious. “I’ve come to ask you to return and take command of the Nightwatchers.”
Lin Qiye was stunned, then spoke with surprise:
“Take command of the Nightwatchers? Me?”
“That’s right. Commander Zuo died in battle on the moon. The Nightwatchers need a new leader. Before he left, he prepared a succession document stating that if anything happened to him, you would become the seventh Commander-in-Chief of the Nightwatchers.”
“Why me? I remember he said before that I wasn’t high on the list of candidates for commander.”
“That was before.” Min Junliang took out a document from his pocket and handed it to Lin Qiye. “You served as the Director of Special Operations, giving you some high-level management experience. Most importantly, Commander Zuo reviewed an ancient scroll from the Western Han period…
He said that while he didn’t know what the [Holy Covenant] was, he had heard of the existence of a chess game, and you might very well be the person after that chess game.
Commander Zuo left the Nightwatchers to you hoping you could maximize the organization’s resources and manpower to help you complete this chess game… The Nightwatchers need you, and you need the Nightwatchers.”
Lin Qiye stared at the succession list in his hands, frozen in place.
His name had been moved from fifth position directly to first, marked in red… From the moment Zuo Qing died, he became the seventh Commander-in-Chief of the Nightwatchers.
“Please return to Beijing, Commander Lin, and lead the Nightwatchers.” Min Junliang spoke with utmost solemnity.
Lin Qiye stared at the document for a long time, his hands clenching tightly… A determined light gradually appeared in his previously dull, dejected eyes.
“Very well.” Lin Qiye spoke calmly. “I accept this appointment.”
Min Junliang’s eyes brightened. “Excellent! I’ll prepare for the Commander’s succession ceremony right away!”
“Wait.”
Min Junliang turned back with confusion.
“Where is the succession ceremony usually held?”
“In Beijing, of course.”
“This time, let’s change the location…”
“To where?”
Lin Qiye looked up toward the distance and spoke deliberately:
“Mount Jiuhua.”
…
Two days later.
On Mount Jiuhua.
The cold autumn wind swept across the stone steps, red maple leaves danced wildly among the mountains.
Under the thick cloud layer, the peak of Mount Jiuhua was filled with figures. Distant thunder muffled their whispers as flashes of lightning occasionally streaked across the sky.
“I never thought this day would actually come.”
Fang Mo wore a dark red cloak with a straight knife at her waist. A Nightwatcher emblem was neatly pinned to her left chest, gleaming in the lightning.
“Yeah… now that Instructor Lin has become Commander-in-Chief, I guess we’re like his personal guards?” Su Zhe couldn’t help but marvel. “Instructor Lin… no, Commander Lin should take care of us, at least make it easier to request leave?”
“You’re dreaming. The line of people wanting time off isn’t just us.” Li Zhenzhen glanced at a higher platform not far away where eight golden cloaks fluttered in the wind, and whispered.
“You know, this is my first time seeing so many Nightwatchers.”
“That’s normal. After all, it’s the succession ceremony for the new commander. Every Nightwatcher team from each city in Great Xia has to send someone to attend, plus all the special teams and reserve teams, and the Nightwatcher leadership… Even the human ceiling experts have come to observe. This is truly a grand occasion!”
“Too bad we’re just the reserve team… If we could become an official special team, we’d move up another level.”
“We’re only one step away from becoming official. Everyone work hard. The sooner we become a real special team, the sooner we can share Lord Qiye’s burdens.” Fang Mo spoke seriously.
“We know, we know… Hey, he’s here.”
As if sensing something, everyone looked down the mountain simultaneously.
Crack—
Thunder rolled, red leaves danced wildly.
In the biting cold wind, a figure in a deep red cloak slowly ascended the stone steps.
The moment they saw that figure, all Nightwatchers straightened their posture, solemnly looking forward. The entire peak of Mount Jiuhua fell silent except for the sound of wind and thunder.
