Doomsday Summoning Frenzy

“Tut, tut, tut, quite a harvest, huh…”

After letting the Sea King and his entourage leave, Fran personally led Wen Yu away, his earlier seriousness replaced by a smile as he spoke to Wen Yu.

Wen Yu chuckled and joked back with Fran, “What can I say? A lonely man, ugly and broke, can only find ways to do a bit of small business to make a living.”

Hearing Wen Yu’s self-deprecation, Fran let out a hearty laugh.

Over the past five years, Fran had been responsible for connecting the military with Wen Yu, and the two had become quite familiar. Added to Fran's charismatic personality, Wen Yu quickly found rapport with him. While they might not be life-and-death friends, they could certainly be considered ordinary friends.

After exchanging a few jokes, they turned back to serious matters.

“The Sea King is coming, and the Insectoid Race King, Skyry, will arrive in the afternoon. The Sea King is one of us, but Skyry has had significant objections toward the human race, and there are also some conflicts with the Tiger Tribe and Lion Tribe. These are all points that need attention at the ten thousand races conference.”

Fran rambled on, and Wen Yu didn’t interrupt, quietly listening to these “world affairs” until Fran summarized.

“In short, as the size of each race grows, the number of members increases, and intelligence rises, conflicts are gradually intensifying. This is also thanks to your presence. If it weren’t for you, the ten thousand races conference might have been canceled long ago. I have to thank you for that; yes, this is a message from Lin Haifeng.”

“Old Man Lin could just tell me himself, no need to pass it through you.”

The past hatred and conflicts had faded, and now Wen Yu didn’t mind meeting Lin Haifeng to chat for a bit.

“He’s quite troubled right now. You have no idea, Lin Tianxue, remember her?”

“We’ve dealt with each other before. Last time, she was rude and tried to snatch my foundation level skill upgrade scroll.”

Regarding this matter, Wen Yu didn’t feel much anger. Instead, Fran spoke with candor, “It’s not Little Snow’s fault. Lin Haifeng wanted to give her a lesson, and you actually did him a favor.”

Wen Yu shook his head, signaling that it wasn’t a big deal.

“Lin Tianxue is currently causing a stir in Beijing, forming cliques. If Lin Haifeng didn’t have only this one daughter left, he probably would have dealt with her by now. Ah, these family matters.”

“What? Does she want to be the boss of the Beijing gathering place?”

Fran shook his head, “She has some self-awareness. She knows she doesn’t have that ability. She just wants to push her son to a position of power. You know Lin Haifeng has two grandsons, and think about it—if the power gap isn’t too big, the difference in authority between the Guardian and the Commander is like heaven and earth.”

“Just like that celestial god and Lin Haifeng right now, huh?”

“Exactly. That celestial god, the Guardian, is essentially just a high-level enforcer. In the past, Tang Yi was the same; the real decision-maker was still the commander-in-chief. Although professionals have long lifespans, unpredictable events can happen. Lin Haifeng is also aware of the risks and has long started training successors. It’s just that the son left behind by the chaotic stream clone is not to Little Snow’s liking. Ah, Little Snow might not know that everything she’s been doing is all laid out in front of Lin Haifeng’s desk. I don’t know how she became like this…”

At this moment, Fran buzzed on like an elderly figure worrying about his juniors. Clearly, it was Lin Haifeng’s family issue, yet Fran acted as if he were the one exhausted by it. Wen Yu’s spirit of sarcasm suddenly ignited…

“Speaking of which, this doesn’t have much to do with you, does it? Are you having an affair with Lin Haifeng?”

Old Man Fran was instantly taken aback, then glared at Wen Yu while fuming, the Civilization Staff in his hand swooshing toward Wen Yu’s head, “You little brat…”