The uniformed old man had just come back from the brink of death. Seeing the subordinates on either side of him gradually give in, how could he possibly keep standing his ground?
He suspected that if he kept being stubborn, Lu Bai wouldn't hesitate to shut him up for good.
At that thought, the old man in uniform hurriedly said, "I agree too."
The highest-ranking leader at Forward Base had bowed his head. The remaining senior commanders and staff officers had no reason to hold out, either, and one after another, they declared they were willing to follow Lu Bai's orders.
Pu Xueli, standing in the corridor, didn't say much at a time like this. He merely gazed at Lu Bai with a complicated look, as if he'd only just met him.
Lu Bai had noticed Pu Xueli among the staff officers, too, but he glanced at him and then looked away.
Now that he'd decided to become a dictator in all but name, it didn't matter to him what status the other person held or what kind of history they shared.
It was worth noting that, compared with the City Council's reluctance, the Rebel Army and ordinary people at Forward Base were actually happy to follow Lu Bai's orders.
On the one hand, Lu Bai had displayed truly unrivaled power. On the other, the people who'd been relocated to the surface were at the bottom of society to begin with, so any change seemed like a good thing to them. Things couldn't get much worse.
What if life under Lu Bai's rule turned out to be even worse than under the City Council?
Well, they'd been through it once before. They could always raise the flag and rebel again. The worst that could happen was death.
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