Food God System: Wasteland-Chapter 465 - 265: The Little Princess’s Departure

"Has An Nishang become mentally impaired by her boy toy? Wanting to launch a military coup—such an event, I find it a bit hard to believe,"

said Yan Chong, once the Director of the Judicial Bureau and now the commander of the outer military district, as he held a silver-haired girl in his arms, her tender, bare skin covered with scars from torment.

Yan Chong pinched the girl's lower lip, a glint of scrutiny in his eyes.

Vazmir, sitting opposite Yan Chong, calmly spoke, "Commander Yan, our Director An is far stronger than you imagine. In a way, she has already been authorized by the Night Empire Headquarters.

If we want to stand against her, we must unite together.

Commander Yan, you must know that if the military district you control stands idly by, waiting for Director An to seize full power over the main district of the Ninth Special Zone,

then when the lips are gone, the teeth get cold. Surely Commander Yan understands this principle?"

Yan Chong was silent for a moment, his fingers pressing slightly harder, causing the Enchanting Snow in his arms to show a flash of pain, deep hatred hidden in her eyes.

Yan Chong looked up and said blandly, "What does the President of the Council want me to do?"

"Director An is now using the previous events as a pretext to continually arrest people in various government departments. If this continues, the conflicts will inevitably escalate... The council has to strike first..."

"This woman's power is very strong. After all, I've been her superior for so long, I'm quite familiar with her. Even if we can balance her subordinates, this woman herself is a huge crisis bomb."

"The trade association has made a move," Vazmir slowly raised his head and said, "The trade association has brought the Thorny Necklace. You should know the function of this necklace. As long as it can restrain this woman and the Thorny Necklace works, no matter how strong her personal ability is, it's of no use.

The military headquarters of the special zone, plus your district's military joining hands, along with the unique troops of the trade association, just surround and hold her underlings in check.

Then kill Chen Che, and everything will change."

Yan Chong rubbed his forehead and said, "President of the Council, your plan is very risky, with so many loopholes."

"We have no way to devise a more precise plan, Commander Yan. You should be able to see that her being able to return alive to the Ninth Special Zone means she is already gaining the upper hand.

From all aspects, our only way is this.

We must forcefully strike first, even without any justification, and quickly take action.

Otherwise, the consequences will be unpredictable."

After pondering for a while, Yan Chong swore under his breath, "You're really putting me on the spot. Damn it.

If we win, you know what I want."

"Of course."

Yan Chong had already agreed, and Vazmir immediately felt a weight lifted off his shoulders.

"How much time?" Yan Chong asked, looking up.

Vazmir replied, "The sooner, the better."

...

"Master..." Arabic knelt on the ground, body trembling. A somewhat slender middle-aged man silently looked at the head placed before him.

The head still carried icy shards, just brought out from cold storage. Otherwise, in the previous weather conditions, it would have long decayed.

Under the current extreme cold weather, even placed outside, the head would not continue to decay, which is a small blessing amid the misfortune.

Yet it also carries a sense of gallows humor.

Although the middle-aged man looked slender, the aura he emitted made Arabic not dare to take a deep breath.

The figure before him was a Judging Priest of the Apocalypse Society. To serve as a Judging Priest with immense combat capabilities within the Apocalypse Society, it was clear just how powerful this person was.

Snapping him like snapping an ant.

"How did my son die?" the slender middle-aged man asked in a hoarse voice.

Arabic did not dare to conceal anything and quickly recounted the story: "Reporting to you, Master, Shaoyang died at the hands of a man named Luo Qingtian!"

Arabic fully informed the Judging Priest in front of him about the course of events.

Including how Young Master Zhou had unfortunately fallen into Luo Qingtian's hands. While attempting a rescue, it turned out the person was ruthless, directly beheading Luo Qingtian and using his body as a trap, killing a bunch of followers.

"Master! This person has grievously sinned; I beseech you to take vengeance for Shaoyang! The entire Apocalypse Society branch in the Ninth Special Zone will support you fully!" Arabic, displaying his loyalty and intention, bowed his head and spoke quickly.

Zhou Tian quietly stared at his son's lifeless head, hands clasped together, slowly reciting ancient, obscure words.

Arabic knew Zhou Tian was praying for Zhou Shaoyang, hoping his soul could return to the Eden of Apocalypse.

"With Shaoyang's level of loyalty to the Apocalypse Society, Master, he is sure to return to Apocalypse's Eden, receiving the Master of Revelation's protection!"

Zhou Tian did not respond to Arabic's words, only blandly asked, "How is the matter of avenging my son?"

Arabic immediately bowed his head and replied, somewhat fearfully, "Master, the identity of Luo Qingtian in the entire Ninth Special Zone is really too special. In the Night Empire, he is top-tier family scion. I have exerted all my strength, but still can't deal with this person... But rest assured, Master!"

"There is still a loyal believer within the Apocalypse Society, who has already reached a high position in the government of the entire Ninth Special Zone and has captivated the strongest woman in the Ninth Zone, An Nishang!