Published: March 2, 2025
Tang Haofei left, carrying the highest order issued by Fang Yujie. With this decree, he could mobilize powerful experts from all races and regions.
After sending off Tang Haofei, Fang Yujie sat alone in a chair. After a moment, he gently scratched his head, picked up the phone, and connected to the secretarial office to issue a series of orders, including evacuation, defense, and attack.
The orders were systematic and comprehensive. It seemed that Fang Yujie, in terms of governance and military dispatch, was not much inferior to the former Lin Haifeng.
Perhaps this was also the fundamental reason why Fang Yujie could become the lord of Beijing despite his low strength…
Back at his own residence, Tang Haofei did not inform Sun Xuewei about his defeat. Instead, he locked himself in the study, contemplating the numerous powerful beings on Earth. After a while, he picked up the phone and made a call.
“Beep… Beep…”
After two beeps, the communicator was connected, and a deep male voice came through.
“I am Lin Que, who is this?”
“Brother Lin, it’s me, Tang Haofei.”
“Oh… What do you need?”
It was understandable that Lin Que's tone was indifferent; the relationship between Lin Que and Tang Haofei was not deep. Strictly speaking, there was a generation gap between them—one was the first playboy of Beijing, while the other was the second. By the time Tang Haofei was born, Lin Que had already become a fierce warrior as an oath keeper, guarding a territory, and later had little interaction with Tang Haofei.
“Brother Lin, I have a mission.”
“…”
Lin Que was silent for a moment before slowly speaking.
“I’m currently in Zone Seven, the Demon Palace is launching a full-scale attack, and there are sporadic soul puppets invading. I really can’t leave.”
The soul puppets of the spirit of the demon lord were unpredictable, and the higher-ranked ones had the strength of pseudo eleventh level. In Zone Seven, Lin Que was the only one who could contend with pseudo eleventh-level beings. If he left, there would definitely be chaos…
Tang Haofei contemplated briefly and chose to speak frankly.
“Brother Lin, my dad has been sealed. I discussed it with Fang Yujie, and we both feel it is necessary to rescue my dad.”
After saying this, Tang Haofei detailed the situation to Lin Que. After a moment, he hung up the phone with a relaxed smile on his face.
The logic was clear; without Tang Haofei, the guard would inevitably fail, and Lin Que understood this. After a brief thought, he agreed.
After ending the communication with Lin Que, Tang Haofei dialed another number.
“Uncle Fang Bai? It’s Tang Haofei…”
“Uncle Caius, I hope you are well…”
“Commander Qin…”
“Uncle Arthur…”
“Your Highness Sea King…”
One call after another, he received only good news—being powerful beings in this world, they all had a clear understanding of the current situation.
After finishing fifty-seven calls, Tang Haofei finally sighed in relief. He leaned back in his chair, looking at the ceiling, his mouth slowly revealing a bitter smile.
He hadn’t felt it just moments ago, but now, after making the calls, Tang Haofei realized that the war potential of Earth was indeed fundamentally different compared to the Demon Palace.
With fifty-eight tenth-level limit breaker experts, including himself, they were to face as many as thirty-two eleventh-level beings. At this moment, Tang Haofei fell into thought but quickly regained his determination.
…
With the personnel gathered, the first round of intelligence regarding Tang Haofei’s location had already been sent to Tang Haofei. He lingered briefly in the study before pushing open the door and striding outside.
It was not until he reached the entrance of the Tang residence that he saw a beautiful figure standing in the porch.
The sunlight illuminated her delicate face, but at that moment, Tang Haofei had no mind to appreciate it. He simply lowered his head, looking at the woman in front of him, and softly spoke.