Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Chapter 439: The bell rings at the moment of decision (+1 for Mrs. Huang who likes Xiao Mi Banana)

The atmosphere in the conference room was solemn, and the air seemed to be frozen.

After nine hours of heated debate, the curtain finally came to an end.

The final voting result was five votes in favor, one vote against, and one abstention.

Ye Faner's proposal to have the power of command in the Daxia crisis was officially passed.

"The meeting is adjourned." Ye Faner's voice, cold and firm, echoed in the conference room.

Everyone stood up, each with a different look on their face.

Some people felt relieved, some were worried, some were indifferent, and some had a gleam in their eyes.

Ye Faner walked out of the meeting room with steady steps, holding her cell phone and a stack of documents tightly in her hands.

The lights in the corridor cast flickering shadows on her face, which only highlighted the solemnity between her brows.

The cell phone rang suddenly, breaking the silence in the corridor.

Ye Faner glanced at the caller ID and pressed the answer button.

"Commander Ye, it's me."

Lin Qiye's voice came from the other end of the phone, followed by Wu Hen's signature nonchalant tone: "Sister Fan'er, long time no see, did you miss me?"

Ye Faner said calmly: "If you have something to say, just say it."

"Hey, we want to ask how Zhou Ping'er is doing now? Can we go see him?"

There was a hint of temptation in Wu Hen's tone.

"You don't have to worry about Zhou Ping'er's affairs. According to the agreement,

"You can now move freely in Shangjing for a day. Tomorrow morning will be your final confrontation."

Ye Faner spoke concisely and did not reveal any unnecessary information.

"Okay, okay, let's go shopping first, see you tomorrow!"

Wu Hen spoke in a relaxed tone, as if he didn't care about Zhou Ping'er's safety.

After hanging up the phone, Ye Faner walked quickly towards the command center, flipping through the documents in her hand as she walked.

"Zuo Qing'er,"

Ye Faner's voice echoed in the empty command center.

"Notify all Night Watchmen immediately and enter Level One combat readiness! Also, give this thing to Lin Qiye."

As she spoke, she handed a peculiarly shaped walkie-talkie to the assistant beside her.

"Commander Ye, this thing is..."

Zuo Qing'er took the intercom and asked with some confusion.

"This is……"

Ye Faner paused, "The only way to contact 'him'."

On the other end of the phone, Wu Hen's tone suddenly became serious, with a hint of imperceptible anxiety: "Sister Fan'er, we are not here to inquire about any confrontation. Is there something wrong with the old Sword Saint?"

"I have a feeling he's going to send it. Is this old man really going to die? This can't be right!"

Ye Faner's hand holding the phone trembled. She didn't expect that these two people came here for Zhou Pinger's matter.

And Wu Hen's intuition made her heart tighten.

An ominous premonition came over me.

She didn't answer immediately, but remained silent for a few seconds, and the air seemed to freeze.

"Zhou Ping'er, he's trapped in the fog."

Ye Faner's voice was a little hoarse as she quickly recounted what happened after Zhou Pinger entered the fog.

"Fuck, Misty? So exciting?"

Wu Hen exclaimed, "That old man is in great danger! Sister Fan'er, how about this, let's put tomorrow's confrontation aside and go rescue the old man?"

"After all, if the old man dies, our Great Xia will lose a top-tier fighter!"

Ye Faner frowned, her voice a bit colder: "Your most important task now is to complete the confrontation and become the top fighting force of Daxia, not to take risks!"

"Do you know how dangerous the fog is? If you go in, you will only die in vain!"

Wu Hen was speechless, and Lin Qiye also fell silent.

Ye Faner continued, "You are the hope of Daxia's future. Your value is far greater than you imagine."

"Do you understand?" Her tone was serious, with unquestionable majesty.

"Beep-beep--" The phone was hung up and the busy tone echoed in my ears.

Ye Faner took a deep breath and held the phone tightly.

She knew that she couldn't be soft-hearted and put these two young people in danger, but her heart was filled with helplessness.

She handed the walkie-talkie to Zuo Qing'er, turned around and walked back to the command desk with her back to Zuo Qing'er.

Zuo Qing'er looked at Ye Fan'er's back and always felt that her tone today seemed a little heavier.

Zuo Qing'er looked at Ye Fan'er's back, wanting to say something but stopping herself.

Finally, she couldn't help but speak: "Commander, your tone just now...wasn't it a little harsh?"

Ye Faner turned around, she paused, her tone low,

"You know, those kids..."

Zuo Qing'er fell silent. The Blue Rain team, once the brightest rising star in Daxia,

However, they were completely wiped out in a mission, which became a pain in the hearts of all the Night's Watchmen.

"Now, I have absolute command,"

Ye Faner's voice trembled a little, "Are you confident?"

Zuo Qing'er answered without hesitation: "I believe you, Commander!"

Ye Faner smiled bitterly: "I hope I can lead everyone through this difficult time... In today's Daxia, there is no other choice."

After a brief silence, Zuo Qing'er asked, "What about Zhou Ping'er..."

Ye Faner stared at Zuo Qinger sharply: "Do you believe me?"

"Of course!"

"Okay," Ye Faner took a deep breath and said firmly, "Send the order immediately to let Guan Zai'er out!"

"Also, notify all human ceilings to immediately go to the Daxia border to garrison! Finally..."

She paused, "Wake up Special Team 001."

When Zuo Qing'er heard "Special Team 001",

His expression changed slightly: "Commander, this...isn't it too early?"

Ye Faner shook her head: "This is related to the fate of the country. We must be fully prepared."

"Yes!" Zuo Qing'er saluted, turned around and left in a hurry.

The command center returned to silence again. Ye Faner stood alone in front of the huge electronic screen.

Various data and images flashed on the screen, symbolizing the crisis facing Daxia at the moment.

She rubbed her brows and walked towards the commander-in-chief's office.

In the office, Ye Faner walked to the desk,

He took a key from around his neck and unlocked the safe in the bottom drawer of his desk.

She took out a strangely shaped walkie-talkie from inside. It was completely black and had only one red button on it.

Ye Faner skillfully adjusted the intercom and pressed the button.

His tone was low: "You owe me a favor, now it's time to pay it back."