"Alright, let's end the meeting here."
"I won't interfere with administrative matters. I'll naturally appear whenever our war zone needs me."
Listening to the higher-ups discuss the entirely new structure and how to manage the entire war zone, Lin An felt that they were simply wasting time.
Perhaps he still had some blood-related affection for the survivors of China, but in Lin An's eyes, the foreigners were hardly more important than the NPCs in a dungeon.
Emotion was like water. It was difficult for him to share it with outsiders.
Seeing Lin An rise, everyone hurriedly stood as well.
As they looked at the mask, the crowd felt both regretful and faintly relieved.
Although they had unanimously decided to grant Rehn the highest authority, deep down, none of those present wanted Rehn to "do whatever he wanted." If he truly intervened in management, they could only cooperate. Any change to any matter in a war zone would affect millions of survivors.
It seems Lord Rehn isn't the type to crave power.
Just as Rehn was about to leave, Tyre, who had remained silent since the meeting began, inexplicably looked at him and hesitantly spoke:
"Lord Rehn."
"Now that you've returned to Soviet Russia, but as—"
"As our leader. We still haven't seen your true face."
"This..."
A trace of doubt showed in his eyes.
It wasn't that he had noticed anything or was harboring suspicions. It was simply that his sixth sense instinctively told him that something was off.
According to what Rehn had said, he had lost his family after the apocalypse erupted and had leveled up alone in dungeons. Only after consecutively completing several high-difficulty dungeons had he emerged recently, so he was very unfamiliar with Soviet Russia's current situation.
It sounded like there was no problem, and