Chapter 533
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Chapter 533: Walkie-Talkie
Shangjing City.
Headquarters of the Night Watchers.
The crisp ringtone of a mobile phone echoed in the office, drawing everyone’s attention. Ye Fan, sitting at the center of the conference table, furrowed his brow and glanced at his phone, a look of confusion appearing in his eyes.
After pondering for a moment, Ye Fan picked up his phone and slowly stood up.
“This meeting has already lasted nine hours; it’s time to reach a final conclusion…
I believe I have made the stakes very clear. Let’s proceed directly to the final vote.”
Ye Fan’s gaze swept over the crowd as he calmly spoke:
“Regarding the Supreme Commander of the Night Watchers, Ye Fan, whether he possesses absolute command, control, and resource mobilization rights over all living combat forces of the Night Watchers in the upcoming Great Xia crisis, we will now hold the final vote.”
In the silent conference room, the other seven senior members of the Night Watchers pondered for a moment before slowly raising their hands.
Five votes in favor, one against, one abstention.
Ye Fan nodded slightly and said in a deep voice, “In that case, for the time being, I will take full control of the Night Watchers. All personnel and resources must unconditionally comply with my arrangements…
The meeting is adjourned.”
Ye Fan walked out of the conference room with his phone and documents, heading to the corner window on this floor to answer the call.
“Hello?”
“Commander Ye, this is Lin Qiye.” The voice on the other end was Lin Qiye.
“Mm.” Ye Fan looked up at the time. “You should have arrived in Shangjing by now, right?”
“We’re here.”
“The 006 team stationed in Shangjing still has many matters to handle. You can freely move around Shangjing for a day, and tomorrow morning, we will hold the final confrontation. As for the format of the confrontation, the 006 team should send someone to notify you.”
“Commander Ye, I didn’t call for that.”
Ye Fan raised an eyebrow. “Then what is it about?”
“I want to know where Sword Saint has gone.”
Ye Fan froze in place.
“Why are you asking this?”
“For certain reasons, I have received a premonition about his future…” Lin Qiye paused before speaking solemnly, “His situation is very dangerous; he… might die.”
Ye Fan’s hand trembled as he held the phone, his pupils constricting, standing like a statue.
After a long silence, he slowly spoke,
“He… is lost in the fog.”
“Fog?” Lin Qiye’s voice rose slightly. “Why would he go into the fog?”
Ye Fan briefly recounted the events over the phone.
“Wind God, Anta County, Fengdu, fog…” Lin Qiye murmured, “How long has he been there?”
“32 hours.”
Lin Qiye pondered for a moment. “Commander Ye, can we… postpone the final assessment?”
“Postpone the assessment?” Ye Fan frowned. “And then what? Do you want to go into the fog to rescue the Sword Saint?
Anta County has been in the fog for 32 hours; do you know where it is now?
Even if you know its location, how will you survive in the fog?
How will you catch up to it? Do you think your speed can surpass that of the Sword Saint?
And after catching up, what can you do with your strength to help him?”
“…” Lin Qiye was left speechless.
“This matter is far more complicated than you think; it doesn’t just involve a city… The implications of this situation concern the safety of the entire Great Xia.
Don’t say you are not a special team yet; even if you have become a special team, you may not have the ability to get involved.”
Ye Fan’s voice was extremely serious,
“You are not the top combat power of Great Xia; you are the seeds of the top combat power.
And seeds… represent the future.
What you need to do now is to grow under our protection. One day, you will replace us and become the shield of the entire Great Xia,
but that is not now.”
Ye Fan hung up the phone.
He took a deep breath, slowly exhaling, his gaze falling on the city outside the window, his expression complex.
Zuo Qing, who had been silently standing beside him, sighed,
“Although what you said makes sense, your tone was a bit harsh.”
Ye Fan stared out the window for a long time before shaking his head. “I just don’t want them to follow in the footsteps of Team Blue Rain… They are too young.”
“Regardless, you have obtained the absolute command you wanted.” Zuo Qing shrugged. “Are you really confident?”
“Perhaps.” Ye Fan said lightly, “Right now, Great Xia has no other choice.”
“What about Zhou Ping?”
“Do you trust Zhou Ping?”
Zuo Qing was taken aback. “He is the Sword Saint; of course, I trust him, but…”
“Then do you trust me?” Ye Fan turned to look at Zuo Qing, his eyes filled with unprecedented seriousness.
“I trust you.”
Zuo Qing did not hesitate at all.
“Good.” Ye Fan nodded slightly. “Then follow my orders; there is no need to mobilize any combat power to rescue Zhou Ping…”
“But what if…”
Ye Fan shot him a glance, and Zuo Qing obediently closed his mouth.
“You go to the central control room and send a message to Guan, telling him to release immediately.
Notify all human top-tier fighters, except Zhou Ping, to head to the Great Xia border immediately.
Additionally,
wake up Special Team 001.”
Ye Fan issued several commands in succession, his expression extremely serious.
Zuo Qing’s expression changed slightly upon hearing the last command. “Has the situation become this serious?”
“It concerns the fate of the nation; we must prepare in advance.”
“Understood.”
Zuo Qing nodded and quickly walked away.
Once Zuo Qing left, Ye Fan stood still for a moment, as if contemplating something…
Finally, he seemed to have made a decision and stepped toward the other end of the corridor.
He pushed open the door to the Supreme Commander’s office, walked in, locked the door behind him, and sat down in the office chair.
He bent down, took out a key from his pocket, inserted it into the keyhole of the bottom drawer of the desk, turned it gently, and opened it.
Inside the drawer was a palm-sized mini safe.
He placed the safe on the desk, entered a twelve-digit password, and with a soft click, the safe popped open automatically.
He took out a walkie-talkie from the safe.
This walkie-talkie was not large, but its design was quite unique; from the outside, it looked like it was made up of tiny pixel blocks. Rather than a walkie-talkie, it was more appropriate to describe it as a Lego-like construction.
Ye Fan adjusted the walkie-talkie slightly, and a crackling sound came from it.
This pixel-style walkie-talkie was surprisingly functional.
He gently pressed the talk button.
The red indicator light lit up.
Ye Fan held the walkie-talkie in his hand, paused for a moment, and slowly spoke:
“The favor you owe me is due now…”
