Doomsday Summoning Frenzy

The child's hesitance, uncertainty, and confusion about the unknown left Lahar hesitating.

Seeing this, Wen Yu let out a soft sigh and picked Lahar up, bringing him over to Fran.

As he placed Lahar in Fran’s hands, Lahar suddenly cried out, "Wah!"

Even though he could sense the stars and deduce the outcome of the situation, Lahar still felt an inexplicable discomfort about going to Beijing.

Gently wiping the tears from the corners of Lahar's eyes, Wen Yu’s tone was filled with an indescribable peace and tenderness.

“Go on, child, it will be better there…”

The voice echoed in Lahar’s ears, and the soul power contained within it slowly calmed Lahar's sobbing. Lahar then looked at Wen Yu with teary eyes, slowly nestled against Old Man Fran’s shoulder, and once again fell into a dream.

If nothing unexpected happened, Lahar should be dreaming of the wonderful tapestry titled “The Wonderful Life of the Beijing Gathering Place” that Wen Yu had woven for him.

…

Sensing that Lahar had fallen into a deep sleep on his shoulder, Fran waved to the two female soldiers behind him, gently handing Lahar over to them. He then turned around with a strange expression and looked at Wen Yu.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, not just Tang Haofei, it seems you have changed a bit too. The old you wasn’t this gentle…”

Old Man Fran always lacked the respect that ordinary people showed to powerful figures, whether it was toward Tang Haofei or Wen Yu. This attitude made Wen Yu feel at ease—one must say, judging people and their actions is indeed a form of life wisdom, and because of this, Wen Yu did not harbor any ill feelings toward Old Man Fran.

This old man had a high level of quality; during the time he replaced Tang Haofei at the Beijing gathering place, Wen Yu enjoyed playing chess and tasting wine with Old Master Fran—just like friends.

Wen Yu chuckled awkwardly and didn’t respond to Fran’s teasing—after all, even the most cruel of thugs have bits of beauty in their hearts. Moreover, Wen Yu was not a thug; he was just a powerful ordinary person.

Then, Wen Yu straightened his face: “Now that the task is complete, go back and tell Tang Haofei that I have repaid this favor.”

Fran nodded in understanding. Seeing Wen Yu turn to leave, he immediately tugged at Wen Yu’s Heaven-Covering Robe.

“Hey, young man, did you forget something?”

“Ah?”

Wen Yu looked at Old Man Fran in confusion, and suddenly it dawned on him.

Fran smiled and said, “You don’t need this old bone of mine to run around to pick up a small child. My main purpose for coming here is to discuss the ‘trading items’ you have in hand.”

After finishing, Fran pointed to the plane he had just disembarked from.

“Shall we go inside? There’s a good selection of fine red wine prepared inside.”

…

Inside the luxurious plane, Wen Yu was swirling the red wine glass in his hand, watching the wine swirl within.

The wine was bright red like blood, and the fragrance wafting from it clearly indicated its high quality—Wen Yu felt ashamed to admit that his wine tasting knowledge came from Old Man Fran.

Meanwhile, Fran was surrounded by five Huaxia Military personnel and three researchers in white lab coats, who were carefully checking and valuing the items inside the Spatial Ring that Wen Yu had provided.

After a moment, Old Man Fran gently pressed his brow, saying, “You really have quite a haul this time.”

“Not bad, right?”

“Not bad at all! These items…”

Fran pointed to the piles of Job Change Scrolls and skill scrolls stacked nearby.

“Enough to form twelve fully organized special operation teams of the same profession. With some life-related Job Change Scrolls and matching skills, the overall value has already exceeded our estimate!”

“More importantly, this technology includes a detailed array of technological data, from beginner to advanced levels, which can seamlessly integrate with the existing technological systems on Earth. Once we fully digest these things, the technological strength of the Huaxia Military will be able to elevate several tiers—no, it’s more appropriate to say it will undergo a transformation.”