Chapter 974: Pulling the Air and Moving the Flow

The middle-aged man and Cheng Zitong were somewhat related, so he knew about what happened in the past. To be honest, he felt quite unfair for Cheng Zitong.

Just because I come from a martial arts family and can't practice martial arts well, do I deserve to be looked down upon?

Especially after Cheng Zitong left the central city and went to Yangzhi, he was used as a negative example by some people who inherited martial arts from their family and talked about him everywhere. This made him very angry and he had several arguments with those people about this matter.

Until the last two years, these people have remained silent.

As for the reason...

He suddenly remembered something and looked at Chen Chuan standing not far away. He was surprised by his unusually tall figure in casual clothes and asked in a low voice: "Brother Tong, that is..."

Cheng Zitong smiled and said, "Oh? That's my student. He heard that I was coming back this time, so he came to pick me up."

The middle-aged man couldn't help but shudder. Everyone knows that Brother Tong's student is... Suddenly he didn't dare to breathe, nor did he dare to look over there.

Cheng Zitong patted his shoulder and said, "My previous room is still there, right?"

The middle-aged man hurriedly said, "I'm here, Brother Tong. This is the house your cousin left for you. I have to help you take care of it."

Cheng Zitong patted him again, turned around and said to Chen Chuan: "Xiao Chuan, I'm here soon and I can move the things myself. It's not a big deal. You can go back first."

Chen Chuanshuo said: "Okay, teacher, if you need anything, feel free to contact me."

"The teacher is not polite to you."

Chen Chuan smiled slightly, "Teacher, I'll leave first." He nodded to the middle-aged man with a stiff expression, then turned and left.

After he left, the middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief. When he came up to help Cheng Zitong carry his luggage, he asked in a low voice: "Brother Tong, how many students do you have?"

Cheng Zitong smiled and said, "There were many in the past, but only one in recent years."

"Oh...oh." The middle-aged man swallowed and subconsciously looked in the direction where Chen Chuan left. After helping to move the luggage inside, he said, "Brother Tong, I suddenly remembered that my cousin's husband is celebrating his 80th birthday next month. You are..."

Cheng Zitong smiled, revealing his white teeth, "The old man is eighty years old, I have to come back to see him and wish him a happy birthday, right?"

"We should take a look. We should take a look."

"Well, no one knows that I'm back this time except my students. Don't tell anyone yet. I have to leave a surprise for the old man."

"I know, I know, Brother Tong, do you still not trust me?"

The middle-aged man patted his chest, and at this moment he suddenly felt excited and expectant.

After Cheng Zitong entered the room, he found that the layout was almost the same as when he left, except that things had become a little old. There were photos taken that year still under the glass plate of the five-drawer cabinet.

He walked over and took a look. There were photos of himself when he was a child, and some of them with his family. The old man still had a serious expression on his face. He looked away. Those were photos of himself and his senior brother Qiao Linhu. He was still a child at that time, and his senior brother was a grown man, but he had learned 60% of the serious look from the old man.

He groaned and touched his stomach. How come his appetite improved now that he was in the central city? He called the middle-aged man, "Xiao Ke, let's go eat. I'll treat you."

"Okay, Brother Tong."

"Is the old Shen's shop still there?"

"It's still here. Mr. Shen is no longer in charge, so his son has taken over. His skills are not bad. This kid is very determined and is determined not to have implants. It's definitely the old style."

"Okay, let's go over there and try it first."

After Chen Chuan returned to Weiguang District, he first went to the Defense Department. Recently, with the advancement of the Skyline Project, in addition to practicing, he has focused on this. He must ensure that the most basic connection between the two central cities is established before the end of the year.

The specific connection time has not been determined yet, but it will take at least half a month to prepare for the connection. It will not be connected on a certain day, but only on the official announcement day. The protection tasks before that must be done well.

Now it is enough to maintain the public security in the central city through city patrols and a small number of processing bureau members. Most of the capable members have been sent to the sea, while the Ocean Development Group and Canglong Company are patrolling all around the sea to ensure that no problems occur.

As long as the field communication is successful and is received by the people in the central cities of the two places, even if there are problems in the future, it will not be able to stop this trend, because after knowing clearly that it is really possible, it can no longer be completely erased from people's minds.

He heard some reports from his subordinates and everything was normal at the moment. Apart from some media reporters, no targeted actions by hostile forces were found.

But this time the main route that needs to be protected is on the sea. Not only is it far away from the central city, but it is also long enough. If there is a problem in one section, there may be problems in all of them. It cannot be protected by protection alone, so additional information support is needed from the secret department.

He had already contacted Special Agent Feng and knew that any possible impact needed to be notified in a timely manner. Only by reacting in advance of the changes could the disasters be eliminated. The fusion area, the swamp training camp.

Zhao Zhenye was floating in the air with silvery-white aura floating up and down, and vaguely one could see that the entire building seemed to be filled with a huge figure.

He exhaled slowly, and in those long breaths, there seemed to be bursts of light expanding and collapsing.

After a long time, he suddenly opened his eyes and asked, "What's the matter?"

A female voice sounded from behind, "The Skyline Project may affect us when the time comes."

Zhao Zhenye said, "You didn't care about it before, but now you are worried about it?" He looked up and said, "It's not that serious. There is at most one fighter stationed in Haidong Road. One more fighter will not hinder our plan."

The female voice said, "That's the case now, but what about half a year later, or a year later? How many more central cities will be connected, and how many fighters will be connected?"

Zhao Zhenye stood up straight at this time, and with this movement, the whole hall seemed to have waves of light and shadow shaking, and there was some kind of sound that vibrated faintly.

He said in a deep voice, "They want to advance? So they asked you to come and tell me?" He turned around, "Is that so?"

Right opposite him, there was a vague outline in the mist. It looked like a slim woman, but when she stood there, she was more than three times taller than him.

The female figure said, "You know, the failure of the priests has a huge impact. They don't want any more interference or changes."

Zhao Zhenye shook his head and said, "The skyline is an inevitable trend. Not to mention that I can't stop it, even if I go over and destroy it, it will alert the enemy and be detrimental to our plan."

The woman was silent for a moment before she said, "I don't want to do it in advance, but this explanation won't work for them. I still think you should give them an explanation that will reassure them." Her voice softened. "It's okay if I can't think of it right now. I'll try to delay it. Tell me when you've thought it through."

Zhao Zhenye hesitated for a moment and said, "It is not appropriate for me to come forward at the moment, but I think you don't have to worry about someone taking action."

"Are you sure?"

Zhao Zhenye said in a deep voice: "I will be there in person at that time. If things don't go as I judged, I will be responsible to the end."

The woman didn't say anything else, and her figure slowly disappeared from the mist. Zhao Zhenye was the only one standing inside the building, and the only sound around him was the dripping sound of a water clock.

Linax Federation, Geserfitu Continent.

This is a large island far away from the west coast and also a military port.

At this moment, in a scenic resort below the main peak of Wally on the island, in a plantation-style mansion, two men dressed in New Light Church costumes were talking fiercely inside.

One of them clenched his fist in anger and shouted, "Those port parasites on the East Coast want to compromise with Dashun. The diplomatic team has even sent out an invitation letter. We must not let them continue! If this happens, the interests of the West Coast will be wiped out!"

The other person on the other side said in a serious and heavy voice: "Yes, we can't let them reach an agreement." He paused and said coldly: "We must find ways to delay and disrupt the communication with Skyline."

The Supreme Archon of the Linax Federation who came to power this time was from the East Coast, so he only considered the interests of the East Coast. The West Coast Party lost in the last competition for the Supreme Archon because the puppet it had spent twenty years supporting was destroyed in one day, which greatly damaged the interests of the Federation.

But they also have grievances. They are using the power of the West Coast to fight against the power of the entire Dashun country, at least the power of the authoritarians. There is a gap in the comparison. The previous achievements were already the result of their hard work.

Once the Skyline Project succeeds, the outside world will establish comprehensive contact with the Dashun mainland, and the West Coast will be blocked at its doorstep forever, so they must find a way to destroy it. Even if it leads to hostility between the two countries, it doesn't matter. In other words, this is exactly what they want to see.

The worse the relationship with the other side, the more resources and benefits can be transferred to the west coast.

After some discussion and reaching an agreement, the two walked out together and were in the long hall outside.

A man was kneeling upright on the floor. He had a strong build and was wearing a wrinkle-free combat suit. His long hair was combed into a bun at the back, neat and tidy without a trace of disorder. His face was full of vicissitudes and his expression was extremely serious.

The owner of Fenglin Pavilion, one of the three major overseas pavilions, Fengjian Yinghu.

Two people came and sat down in front of them. One of them said, "Master Fengjian, we invited you here this time because we hope you can come forward to stop something."

Another person said, "Skyline Project, Mr. Kazama, have you heard about it?"

Fengjian Yinghu was silent for a moment and bowed slightly, then said: "I am willing to serve the Federation, but I have a concern."

……

(End of this chapter)

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