Outside the Governor's Office of Fortress No. 76, Dongfang Zhenghong and the Fortress Governor were already waiting.
When they saw Wang Jixuan wearing a black helmet, they immediately smiled knowingly, understanding the Commander-in-Chief's intent.
Be tough to the very end.
"Commander-in-Chief!"
Dongfang Zhenghong gave a military salute.
"The Six Elders have connected the communication in advance. They look anxious. We must have hit their sore spot!"
"Mm. You don't need to come in with me, lest you become targets for their retaliation. Wang Zheng will come with me."
Fu Jian raised a hand to straighten the collar of his trench coat. His Mechanical Eye flashed red as he said slowly:
"Wang Zheng, remember one principle of negotiation.
"If they're tough, then we have to be tougher."
Wang Jixuan asked, "What if they're soft?"
"That usually isn't likely," Fu Jian said, shaking his head. "If they chicken out, I'll look down on them."
Yet half a minute later...
"Fu Jian, I know you hate us, but this matter is indeed immensely important. I hope you can return that wall. Whatever conditions you name, we can consider them."
At the center of the Projection Screen stood a bald old man in a white robe, speaking in a deep voice.
Calling him an old man was not entirely accurate based on his appearance.
He looked only a little over fifty. Beneath his robe was a powerfully muscled body, and his bronze skin carried a metallic texture.
He was one of the Six Elders, one of the leading figures of the Dominion Faction of Psionic Capital:
Steel Venerable Taisheng Steel.
The other five SS-Class Psionicists were currently hiding beyond the Projection Screen and had not shown themselves directly.
Fu Jian sat in his office chair, expressionless, seemingly deep in thought.
Wang Jixuan stood beside