Published: March 2, 2025
There is a saying that even after a tiger dies, its power remains. Lin Haifeng had just passed away for a few hours, and while some people were eagerly wanting to choose the next commander of Beijing for certain reasons, the feelings of respect and admiration for him would not dissipate in a short time. In fact, these emotions would peak shortly after a person's death.
For example, right now.
Upon hearing that Lin Haifeng had left a will, Caius fell silent. He simply took the will from Fran's hands, opened it, carefully discerned the handwriting and seal, and after a moment, handed the will to Qin Tian.
"Since this is the commander-in-chief's will, I have nothing else to say..."
Among the people at the table, it seemed Caius was the only one without ulterior motives.
Qin Tian also took the will, glanced at it a few times, and then his gaze showed signs of contemplation. After a while, he handed the will to Fang Bai.
"I second the motion..."
Lin Tianxue's son as the commander of Beijing... that seems possible too...
In fact, for Qin Tian, it didn't matter who became the commander; he was still at sequence four—now sequence three—the martial force of Beijing. The reason he had said so much earlier was purely because of personal feelings.
Speaking of personal feelings, Qin Tian was arguably the one with the richest emotions present.
Fang Bai took the will, examined it closely, and after a moment, he finally closed his eyes and spoke.
"I oppose!"
"I still propose that Lin Que be appointed as the commander of Beijing. The issue of identity can be resolved, and if his administrative capabilities are lacking, we old folks can help, right? The key point is that Lin Que has pure bloodlines. I don’t know what my father’s intention was in leaving this will, but I still believe Lin Que is a better choice for commander than my son."
"I agree with my father's will."
After reading the will, Lin Tianxue finally expressed her true thoughts.
Fang Yuqiong took the will, remained silent, and simply handed it to Lin Que.
Lin Que glanced at the will, his eyes once again reddening. He took a deep breath and sighed before saying,
"Since this is grandfather's will, I have no reason not to comply. I agree to let my brother take the position of commander of Beijing."
In fact, whether Lin Que truly wanted to become the commander was something to be debated.
However, Fang Bai's opposition led the proposal to a deadlock until Fran once again took on the role of presiding over the proceedings.
"How about this... Let's vote. Lin Que and Fang Yuqiong will both be candidates, and everyone present has the right to vote!"
This "everyone present" did not refer only to those at this table, but to all the senior officials of Beijing in the entire restaurant.
"Lord Wen Yu, please create a black box for the voting."
Upon hearing this, Wen Yu immediately waved his hand, gathering dark energy that formed a perfectly square black box. Then, he picked up a napkin and, in full view of the crowd, neatly wrote down the two characters "Wen Yu."
It was just a joke, and in fact, no one took it seriously...
After that, the waiter took the black box, and the "anonymous" voting began...
...
Although it was called anonymous... it was, of course, a joke...
The black box was made by Wen Yu, so he naturally knew who wrote what. Each person's votes were feedbacked to Wen Yu, and this feedback was then conveyed to Fran.
Fran's expression was unchanged, but deep inside, he began to filter out who might be the hidden agent of the celestial god—those at a lower level wouldn't be too high; at the very least, Fran, Caius, Qin Tian, and certain sequences of Beijing wouldn't be swayed by the celestial god, but the strong individuals who joined later were another story.
Ironically, three people actually wrote down Wen Yu's name—clearly fans of Wen Yu...
After a while, when the voting ended, the waiter returned the black box to Wen Yu, who started counting the votes.
"Wen Yu, four votes... Uh, I voted for myself, so that’s three votes left… Tsk tsk, how about considering letting me be your commander? That sounds pretty good..."