Chapter 1096: Planning and Relying on Fame

Sovereign Hall, Central Wing of Aurelion Palace.

Olin walked into the lounge, which was filled with senior officials waiting to be received by the Archon, as well as representatives and responsible personnel from various organizations.

The surface of the walls here is covered with slowly crawling biofilm walls that emit a faint fluorescence. Every once in a while, the color and pattern change to a different color, and no two are the same.

In the sky, there is a dome-shaped transparent glass cover, from which soft light falls, but after a while it will turn to an angle, as if a huge eye is watching everything in the hall.

At this time, the door of the Archon's office opened, and Cassian walked out with an internal affairs officer.

Olin glanced inside and saw the Union flag flash across the Archon's large desk, and the door was quickly closed.

Cassian saw him, spoke a few words to the internal affairs officer, gestured, and walked with him to the side corridor.

The two of them arrived in front of a partition sightseeing wall. There were miniature luminous plants on the table, illuminating this side, and a faint plant fragrance filled the air.

"What's going on?" Olin asked.

Cassian said, "The Strategic Affairs Department just sent us a report that Fan Zhentong may have separated a part of his flesh and blood and went there once." He paused, "This may be something he intentionally revealed to us."

"Differentiation of flesh and blood?"

"Well, how to explain it? Just like the one next to the Archon, we can always see him at the same time but in different places, and we can also have conversations with different 'him'."

Olin thought of the person whose appearance he didn't know, and he didn't even know whether he was a man or a woman. He suddenly understood. He asked in a cheerful tone, "So the West Coast Party's attempt failed?"

Cassian hummed.

"It seems that Mr. Chen is a talent that Dashun values very much, and that is why the Dashun delegation will spare no effort to help him."

Cassian said: "Ah, I have to correct you on this. Fan Zhentong is a staunch Dashun believer, and he is a very traditional Dashun person. He cares for all his subordinates like a patriarch in the East Land."

Olin had been to Dashun, so he tried to understand and asked, "So he considers everyone his 'children'?"

"It seems to me that way."

Olin shrugged and said, "Well, I just talked to Tu. Dashun is very tough this time and seems unwilling to give in. Since the West Coast Party's attempt has failed, they must be restrained, otherwise the negotiations may be difficult to proceed."

Cassian said: "I agree with you. The Archon's plan cannot be affected. This is related to the future of the Federation. The West Coast Party should restrain themselves."

They all agreed that if the West Bank Party succeeded this time, they would accept it. But who told you to fail? In this matter, failure is shameful, while the winner can be exempt from blame.

Olin said: "Then our attitude towards the Dashun delegation has also changed."

Cassian nodded, but they didn't express their opinions because they wanted to use this issue to control the other party. Since there was no benefit in insisting on this matter, and the issue might be deadlocked due to the involvement of the West Coast Party, there was no need to dwell on it.

Olin said: "As for the West Coast Party, they will definitely use this as an excuse to create obstacles for us in Congress."

Cassian said decisively, "We don't have to stop them. If they want, they can solve this matter themselves, unless they want us to intervene," he smiled sarcastically, "Will they?"

"I'm afraid those psychopaths won't. They only live in their own world." Olin followed with a mocking remark.

Cassian knew that the matter had come to an end. The previous action had failed, so the only way to resolve the matter was to let the Throne Fighter step in.

But in reality, every throne fighter is a weapon of the country. Not only do they have to look after a lot of things, but they are also subject to international supervision when operating in the internal world. Before taking actual action, they must report to major countries in advance.

Of course, if it is only a partial force, it is not within this framework, but if even this cannot stop or defeat the opponent, it means that it is impossible to solve the problem by relying on conventional force.

"What about the Throat of the Star? Are we just going to give up on that place?" Olin asked. "What does the Executive Office think?"

Cassian said, "That place has not yet crossed the Central Ridge. Strictly speaking, it belongs to the West Coast. We can't take it, so let those First People and the West Coast Party fight it out. Besides, compared to that place, the Throat of the Protoss is nothing."

"Well, if that's the case..." Olin said, "Then I think we can use this as a bargaining chip to get our Dashun friends to accept our kindness. Hmm... Let me think, how should we say it in Dashun's words?"

Cassian said in a blunt Dashun language: "It's a favor."

"That's it," Olin tapped his belly and said with a smile, "A favor." He checked his watch again, "It's about time. I should go see the Archon."

On the other hand, Tu Haisheng and Fan Zhentong returned to the Dashun Foreign Affairs Embassy together and reported the matter to the head of the delegation Jiang Hongzhi.

Jiang Hongzhi is in his early fifties, but he is well-maintained, with a straight body, thick black hair, and muscles hidden under his suit, which makes him look like a young man in his thirties.

After listening to the report, he asked Fan Zhentong, "Mr. Fan, Director Chen solved this matter himself. Are you sure?"

Fan Zhentong said: "When I arrived, Director Chen had already dealt with the matter, and he was not injured. I can be sure that he solved it alone." "Mr. Fan, I don't understand the things between you fighters, but I know the huge gap between each of your levels. Can you do this?"

Fan Zhentong hesitated for a moment and said, "Theoretically, it is possible."

"Theoretically?"

"Yes, as long as a person passes every hurdle without any flaws and maximizes his potential, he can gain a much stronger body and spirit than fighters of the same level. If it is such a person, I think it can be done."

“Has there been such an example in the past?”

"Have."

Fan Zhentong nodded and said, "For example, the one from the Liu family."

Jiang Hongzhi thought for a moment, "The one who was originally going to be sent to Jibei Road?"

"It's him."

Fan Zhentong said: "There are also many people in the old imperial family who can do it, because they have transformed more and obtained an additional set of alienated tissues than us. Usually, the older they are, the deeper the transformation of their alienated tissues, and the stronger their strength will be."

Tu Haisheng said coldly beside him: "The old imperial family enslaved the world in the past, relying on this kind of transformation."

Jiang Hongzhi pondered for a moment and said to his assistant, "Bring me the previous report about Director Chen." The assistant immediately took out the prepared report from his bag and handed it to him.

Jiang Hongzhi took a look and saw that Xie Xinmin had applied for some resources locally on behalf of Chen Chuan. He showed it to Fan Zhentong.

"Mr. Fan, are these what you use for your practice?"

Fan Zhentong took a look and said, "Yes, these are all medicines he uses for cultivation at this stage."

Jiang Hongzhi asked: "Is this enough?"

Fan Zhentong said: "It's enough for ordinary people."

Jiang Hongzhi nodded, "Then I will apply for another batch of resources from China on behalf of Director Chen in my name." The assistant immediately took out a pen to record it, and then looked up and asked, "Captain, what is the reason for the application?"

Jiang Hongzhi said: "He killed three, or possibly four, Changsheng Temple fighters, and resisted the attack of Dongxuan Temple fighters, dispersing the pressure of attacking Kavatua, and completed the task assigned by the country beyond the limit. Isn't that enough? I think this reason is enough."

The assistant wrote it down immediately, and after Jiang Hongzhi signed it, he immediately said, "Captain, I will send the message right away."

At this moment, the federal capital was gathering with representatives from various countries and companies, as well as many spies and intelligence personnel. The conflict in the Throat of the Protoss could not be concealed at all, and soon some news about the matter was spread.

Following the battle in Jibei Road where the active consciousness was defeated, Chen Chuan's figure and information about him once again entered the eyes of the upper echelons of various countries.

However, intelligence personnel from various countries basically believed that the reason why he was able to successfully deal with this conflict was not only because of his own strength, but also because of the intervention of Fan Zhentong, a powerful fighter who also came from Dashun.

This speculation is considered very reasonable. As for the bolder point, it is not that no one has thought about it, but given that it does not conform to common sense and there is no definite intelligence to support it, we can only adopt information that is more in line with cognition and facts.

The town of Suvaren in Arantava Island is a typical small industrial town outside the central city.

Many of the residents in the town were immigrants who had come to the Noros Theocracy. Of course, there were also many laborers from the Sanmavoga Continental Association. They were equipped with the cheapest implants and were engaged in the lowest-level and most arduous work.

The houses and buildings here are almost the same style as those from forty or fifty years ago, with neat and rigid reinforced concrete buildings. The street lamps on both sides are tall and bright, with only one at a long distance.

Under a certain building, a fierce conflict has come to an end. In fact, it only took five minutes from the beginning to the end.

More than a hundred gang members were lying in the building and the square in front of it. The ground was littered with bullet shells and twisted limbs. The air was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder, but it was obvious that everyone had died directly after receiving a fatal blow. No one had suffered too much pain before death.

After dealing with the last person, the puppet took the cane and walked out silently.

As soon as he walked outside, "bang bang bang", rows of car lights lit up and all shone on him.

It can be seen that many armed figures appeared on both sides of the vehicle, but he did not even blink, and walked forward expressionlessly, with no change in pace, but the blood on the cane in his hand was still slowly dripping down, and flowed drop by drop on the ground behind him.

At this time, a fat figure came out. He was wearing a top hat and formal clothes. He looked at the bloody wooden stick in the latter's hand with his small eyes and said, "Ah, Mr. Bloody Stick, it seems that you have wiped out the rats of the Gray Rat Gang. I really don't know what else can stump you."

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(End of this chapter)

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