"Because the Immortality Project was suddenly suspended, the Elder Council has been pressuring Old Marshal nonstop lately. At this time, the Elder Council should be in a meeting."
Seeing the Commander-in-Chief sit back down and prepare to video-call Old Marshal, Rui He reminded him responsibly.
The smile in Renault's eyes gradually faded. He straightened the collar of his white military uniform, tapped the air with one finger, and connected the video call.
A man who looked to be in his fifties immediately appeared on the screen.
The man wore a dark military uniform and sat in a large black leather chair. Behind him was a huge silver-gray projection wall.
Clearly, he was in a place resembling a conference room.
Renault gave the person on the screen a slightly unenthusiastic nod. "Father!"
The moment he saw Renault, the tall, burly, bearded man across from him shot to his feet, braced himself against the table, and glared at him. "You little brat, what the hell is going on with you lately?"
"I don't care that you can't stand those old men from the Elder Council, but why did you suddenly suspend the Immortality Project? Don't you know I'm old now, and this body of mine is about to give out? Besides, didn't you used to consider this more important than anything else?"
"I'm telling you, if you don't give me a satisfactory explanation, I'll beat you to death."
The elders sitting around the conference table immediately darkened at those words.
This father and son pair—neither of them was remotely respectable, and neither of them could give anyone peace of mind.
The father was hot-tempered and foul-mouthed, while the son was even more sinister and crafty, not to mention willful.
Such an important project was on the verge of success, yet he had