Fifty minutes later.
At Nicolo's, a restaurant open twenty-four hours a day. In the empty hall, only the waiter dozed over the counter, yawning.
The lights were lonely.
In the corner, the plate before Huai Shi had already been picked clean.
"That's it?"
He set down his fork and wiped his mouth blankly, unable to understand why Ai Qing was being so serious.
Why was she so worried?
Before hearing Ai Qing out, he had come here prepared to blow up half of London, storm the Central Decision Room, and chop off a few dog heads.
And now it turned out there was no need for rivers of blood?
Wasn't that clearly good news?!
"It sounds like a company organizing a spring outing for team-building, doesn't it? The project's just a little exaggerated at most." Huai Shi stroked his chin and asked curiously, "Aren't you taking this a bit too seriously?"
Ai Qing fell silent.
Suppressing the urge to hit him.
This guy still hadn't understood how serious the situation was.
Or rather, he simply didn't care!
"True, it might not come down to a fight to the death. But even if that is merely the final resort, everyone will make preparations for it. Once negotiations and discussions break down, things will inevitably develop to that point."
Ai Qing corrected him sternly. "What you'll be facing next is the entire Unified Bureau."
No matter how obscure their current functions might be, or how little power they held, every investigator and every department participating in the Regeneration Plan would never allow their authority to slip away.
Likewise, they would not allow their claims to slip away.
They could even set ideology aside. This was a genuine struggle for power.
At present, every department within the Unified Bureau that possessed real authority