Chen Chuan set down the receiver and said to Huang Quji, "Officer Huang, I still have matters to attend to. Please leave."
After saying that, he directly tapped the World Token, and Huang Quji's projected figure immediately dissipated before his eyes.
Chen Chuan gave it some thought. What Huang Quji had expressed followed its own logic. It seemed compassionate on the surface, but in truth, he was still speaking from the Conservative Faction's position.
But Chen Chuan could sense that those words had merely been a superficial formality. There was likely some other purpose hidden behind them.
Was he trying to get a definite answer from me?
If that was the case, there was no harm in telling him. The news would be released sooner or later anyway, and Chen Chuan had already planned to make a personal trip to the Convergence Zone.
Whatever that man's true intentions were, anyone who did not stand with them and instead opposed them was naturally an enemy.
The final offensive against the Old Imperial Household was already underway. Once those people had been destroyed, they could turn back and clean up the internal affairs.
He rose from his seat, straightened himself up, picked up his hat and put it on, then walked out.
Elsewhere, Huang Quji sat in his office chair. None of the earlier harshness or fury from his questioning remained on his face as he pondered something.
A slender rod turned between his fingers. On closer inspection, it was an object formed from condensed black light.
Just then, He Shugang's figure appeared on the field screen before him and asked, "Officer Huang, how did it go?"
Officer Huang continued turning the object in his hand and said casually, "It really was him. But there was no need to confirm it in