Published: March 2, 2025
As Lin Tianxue was about to finish her words, she was interrupted by her tablemate, Lin Que.
He widened his eyes and glared at Lin Tianxue, seemingly in disbelief that his aunt would say such things.
However, aside from Lin Que, Wen Yu, Fran, Qin Tian, Caius, Fang Bai, and Fang Yuqiong at the same table remained silent—Wen Yu was the chairman, so there was no need for him to say much; Lin Haifeng's family naturally had to be at the chairman’s table; Fran had a special status, while Qin Tian and Caius were responsible for the military strength of Beijing.
This table gathered all the influential people in Beijing.
“Aunt! Grandpa just passed away, what do you mean by saying this?”
Lin Que's tone was unfriendly, as he seemed to forget about the respect due to elders. However, Lin Tianxue merely glanced at Lin Que and sighed softly.
“Lin Que, I know you’re hurting… but do you realize what time it is?”
“The threat of the eighth-level demonic disaster hasn’t been eliminated, and the relocation work in Beijing isn’t properly arranged. There are countless matters to deal with! I’m also saddened by Father’s death, but some things can’t be delayed. Do you think we have plenty of time to mourn the deceased here?”
Simple, direct, and to the point—this was very much in line with the identity and character traits of the Lin family.
In contrast, Lin Que seemed a bit childish.
“But…”
Lin Que wanted to say more, but Fran beside him tugged at his clothing, signaling him to be quiet.
“I think Little Snow’s words are very pertinent… There are indeed many matters at hand, and we need a new leader.”
The external environment of Beijing right now… isn’t very good…
There’s the threat from the celestial gods on Earth, and the Layered Battlefield is dominated by Wen Yu’s family. It can be said that Beijing has long lost its previous ruling status— and the worse the external environment, the more trivial issues arise!
Moreover, with Lin Haifeng dead, is it not time for Beijing to choose a leader? It’s impossible… This matter has to be done sooner or later, and doing it early is more fitting and appropriate than doing it late.
Although it seems somewhat inappropriate to discuss such matters just a few hours after Lin Haifeng’s death, and a bit disrespectful to the deceased… in the apocalypse, there truly aren’t so many formalities.
Many have died, and one more person like Lin Haifeng doesn’t matter.
“You all!”
Hearing Fran's words, Lin Que looked astonished to the left and right…
However, aside from Wen Yu who was still picking at food and sipping a drink, the entire restaurant filled with a thousand or so people sat upright, not one person meeting Lin Que’s gaze directly.
Choosing the next commander sooner would benefit everyone!
“I propose Lin Que!”
Lin Tianxue didn’t pay any attention to Lin Que's reaction; she opened her mouth and stated her opinion straightforwardly.
“This child has a good character, strong combat power, and more importantly, he has the surname Lin. I think no one is more suitable than Lin Que.”
Lin Que looked astonished at his aunt, seemingly surprised that she would support him in such an important matter…
Didn’t you once want to push your son into power? Why are you playing this card now when it actually comes down to it?
But the fact proved… Lin Que was still too young!
“No! Lin Que is not suitable!”
The one who spoke up was Qin Tian from the same table…
“Although he has the surname Lin, don’t forget… right now, Lin Que is not a person of Beijing! He is an oath keeper! And not even the leader of the oath keepers, just a small soldier under Mocha… Does that identity seem appropriate to you?”
When the oath keepers were established, Lin Haifeng kicked Lin Que out of the military structure of Beijing… but at this moment, Lin Que’s identity was being used against him…
After finishing his remarks, Qin Tian secretly glanced at Lin Tianxue, and both showed a knowing look.