Published: March 2, 2025
Wen Yu remained their sky, their master. This was not due to status, but rather the natural gap brought about by strength.
At such moments, no one would be foolish enough to neglect Wen Yu. On the contrary, the high-ranking officials of Beijing would flock around Wen Yu, inquiring about his well-being, and then respectfully see off this revered figure.
So what do you think Fran came here for?
After joking with Fran for a while, Wen Yu turned his gaze to Tang Hao and Gul.
“After I leave, Tang Haofei will still value you. Tang Hao, I won't say much; you're Old Tang's own son. After I leave, with your godfather not here, Old Tang will definitely be stricter with you. Prepare yourself mentally.”
Upon hearing Wen Yu's words, Tang Hao immediately turned sullen, while Gul beside him chuckled. It seemed that these two brats had gotten along quite well during this time.
“And Gul, there's no problem with you staying here. Everything will remain pretty much the same as before. By the way, where’s the baru demon beast?”
Seeing Gul, Wen Yu suddenly thought of the baru demon beast—this was his predetermined ninth soul pet, which he definitely intended to take with him upon departure.
As for the subsidy from the sovereign—the creature in that so-called treasure land, Wen Yu certainly would not place his ninth soul pet in such an uncertain unknown.
“Here.”
Hearing Wen Yu's words, Gul immediately took out a sealing sphere the size of a ping pong ball from his waistband. Wen Yu took the baru demon beast, examined it carefully for a moment, and then his eyes sparkled, as if he thought of something.
...
After seeing off Fran and the others, Wen Yu went out again. Long Er drove him to the Beijing Research Department, and in just a few minutes, Wen Yu found Wei Tian.
Upon seeing Wen Yu enter, Wei Tian immediately shut the office door, and the two had a lengthy private conversation before Wen Yu finally stepped out of the room.
It wasn’t until Wen Yu returned to his residence that he took a final moment to review the “seeds” he had sown here. After a moment, Wen Yu suddenly smiled and then closed his eyes, drifting into slumber.
...
Three days passed in the blink of an eye.
On this day, the red flags fluttered in the Beijing Central Square, and a red carpet was laid out. All the high-ranking officials of Beijing who had no urgent tasks were present. In addition, some large groups of mutated beasts from around the world also sent representatives to witness the event.
That's right, it was a ceremony...
Beijing, the strongest rogue faction of the current era, every move and decision it made would have a deep impact on the entire world, and the handover of the Beijing commander-in-chief was a major event that no race would want to miss.
As noon approached, after Fran finally finished his lengthy speech, applause erupted, and Wen Yu and Tang Haofei stepped onto the podium together.
The two wore identical military uniforms, with the only distinction being the large seals on Wen Yu's chest. As the former Beijing commander-in-chief, Wen Yu also delivered a speech devoid of substance, before carefully removing the seals from his chest and placing them on Tang Haofei's.
Thus, the handover of the commander-in-chief was considered complete.
It was simple, without any complicated procedures. Watching Tang Haofei take the oath on the podium, Wen Yu chuckled and with a flicker, vanished from sight.
Having relinquished his position, Wen Yu felt a rare sense of relaxation, though he also felt reluctant. At this moment, he changed out of his military uniform and into the Heaven-Covering Robe, leaving Beijing unnoticed and heading straight for the Layered Battlefield.
As for the matters of this world, they were left entirely to Tang Haofei, and Wen Yu would have little more to do with them.
...
Layered Battlefield Zone One Main City.
In the luxurious villa built by the mountain puppet for Wen Yu, he leisurely ate grapes, enjoying a rare moment of peace.
This time was different from the last time he went into hiding. Last time, Wen Yu was uncertain about the sovereign's intentions and attitude, hiding like a rat, but this time, it was a consultation he had reached with the sovereign. In other words, Wen Yu was not a “stowaway”; he remained a part of this world.