Living in the Doomsday and Becoming an Immortal Alone
Chapter 450 - 212: Not Seeking Power, Only Justice!

Chapter 450: Chapter 212: Not Seeking Power, Only Justice!

Wang Jixuan had already made up his mind before he left the house.

If Lao Fu had no serious business this time and just called him over for a teppanyaki meal, then he would just slide tackle him...

No matter, he took it as an opportunity to meet the Battle Girl.

Lingtong was getting busier by the day, and the opportunities for the two to meet were few and far between. An encounter this time was certainly a joy.

When Wang Jixuan arrived on the first floor, Lingtong was standing with her hands behind her back, leaning against the wall by the elevator door.

She had obviously dressed up today, in her favorite tight jeans, a light grey crop top with a few frayed holes on the edges of the shoulder and sleeves, and a pair of platform shoes that gave her already tall figure a near-comic proportion. Her lightly made up face lost some of the harshness of the battlefield, and gained a delicacy that seemed almost vulnerable.

After the mechanical arm was covered with synthetic skin, although it lost some of the shock caused by the stitching of metal and flesh, it also reduced her aggressiveness.

Most people tended to unconsciously overlook Lingtong’s age when interacting with her because her aura and gaze were too sharp.

In fact, she had just turned twenty-two this year.

Lingtong gave a slight nod to Mu Dan behind Wang Jixuan, which passed as a greeting, and then sized up Wang Jixuan briefly, whispering,

"You look good."

"Why do I feel like you suddenly got prettier?"

The ever-honest Wang Jixuan extended his right hand proactively.

Lingtong was clearly surprised.

She glanced left and right, then extended her right hand, but quickly switched to her left hand realizing something was off.

"It’s a mechanical arm... the touch is simulated..."

"I see others do this," Wang Jixuan calmly explained, taking her left hand.

Below the caress of his fingertips, there indeed was an undeniable mechanical feeling.

Wang Jixuan calmly walked forward, and soon a group of patrolling soldiers appeared ahead.

Lingtong whispered, "Be mindful of the military atmosphere."

Daoist Wang naturally let go of the Battle Girl’s hand and then noticed a blush under her crystal-clear skin.

Was she embarrassed?

That was quite amusing.

"What does the Commander want with me this time?" Wang Jixuan casually brought up a topic.

Lingtong immediately reverted to her usual demeanor, "A Commander-level meeting is being convened at Huangli High Ground No. 39 Fortress ground army camp, the fortress previously devastated by the Blade Beast."

"Why invite me to such a meeting?"

"The Black Storm needs to make an appearance," Lingtong said quickly, "This time, the attendees include Commanders from the Fourth to Ninth Combined Combat Zones, and from D1 Combined Combat Zone came a retired Deputy Commander."

"No one from D2 and D3?"

"They tried to send two deputy level officials from Spiritual Ability City, but the Commander refused them."

"Got it, everyone coming is our own folk."

Wang Jixuan turned his head and called out to Mu Dan who deliberately stayed ten meters back,

"Bring my new Black Suit over."

— Since other members of the Peak Maids were on frontline duty, Mu Dan had to run the errand herself.

Fu Jian was waiting for him in the transport aircraft. After meeting, there was no need for pleasantries; he handed over a stack of documents to Wang Jixuan.

Daoist Wang read through them on the way and only felt a headache coming on.

The documents Fu Jian gave were about the political dynamics within the major combat zones.

Each major combat zone was "intertwined like a dog’s teeth."

Although the general trend within the combined combat zones seemed relatively simple—either leaning towards D5’s Fu Jian or towards the Six Elders of Spiritual Ability City—

in reality, there were different opinions within each zone.

Aside from Zones D1/D2/D3, most officers in the other major zones consider issues from a human standpoint. Generally speaking, whoever could lead humanity to victory or bring greater hope would gain their support.

As the transport aircraft was about to land, Wang Jixuan had not yet finished a third of these paper documents and decided to stop reading.

He rubbed his forehead murmuring, "Lao Fu, just tell me, what am I supposed to do today?"

"You don’t need to do anything, just watch. I need you to witness and understand the internal opinions of humanity," Fu Jian’s mechanical face remained serious.

Wang Jixuan stared, "Then why are you making me read these documents?"

"In case you became curious."

Lingtong pursed her lips, smiling from the back seat.

Wang Jixuan:...

Daoist curse.

...

Wang Jixuan had some recollection of this meeting from previous reports by Mu Dan.

He changed into the classic suit of the Black Storm, flanking Fu Jian together with Lingtong, entering the venue last.

The venue was an oval layout with a large round table that had dozens of seats.

Now in the Fortress Era, military power overwhelmed politics, but such high-level meetings always involved representatives from the combined combat zones’ joint ruling council.

— Half of the attendees were just there to make up the numbers, offering clichéd statements.

As soon as Wang Jixuan appeared, eyes from all around the room instantly converged on him.

Among the attendees, marshals and deputy marshals of the human faction, many had learned of the deeds of the Black Storm and were aware of some intelligence.

Fu Jian reached the table.

"Stand!" Dongfang Zhenghong commanded from a corner.

Amidst the noise of chairs being pulled back, a group of old-fashioned half-human mechas and white-haired politicians stood up, performing the human faction military salute along with Fu Jian.

Stirring music played from all sides.

This music had no lyrics but conveyed an indescribable sense of solemnity.

Several slightly younger marshals looked at Fu Jian with fervid eyes.

Fu Jian simply said, "Sit."

The group took their seats, now more disciplined than before.

Next to Fu Jian, Zhang Huanying began to chair the meeting and announced the agenda; two teams of mechanical bodies waited outside, all models less capable than Mu Dan from the loyal aide series.