"Commander Shen, our president has invited everyone to a meeting to discuss important matters. Please follow me." A Fortune Commerce Association staff member led Shen Cang to the conference room.
By now, Shen Cang had washed away the dust of travel and changed into a clean black combat uniform. He had not had time to shave the beard on his face, but it added a measure of steadiness and authority to him.
He entered the conference room. It was extremely spacious, with rows of soldiers standing along both sides. In the center sat a massive war sand table and maps.
There was also an enormous conference table, already filled with people.
He surveyed them without revealing anything. Most of them were familiar faces.
Apocalypse Directors, the Yellow Sand City Lord, the chairman of Cloudwater Group, the Seven Prefectures Alliance, the Lin Clan...
He gave everyone a slight nod, then swept his gaze across the room before looking at the plump man in luxurious clothes seated at the head of the table.
His obese body nearly filled the chair. His golden custom-made Starshine suit had been stretched wide, and cold sweat beaded on his face, as though he had not rested properly in a long time.
A flicker of surprise crossed Shen Cang's eyes. Was this Gao Bancheng, the new president of the Fortune Commerce Association?
A young fat man?
"Commander Shen, please take a seat." Gao Bancheng smiled as he wiped away sweat with a handkerchief.
Shen Cang nodded and took an empty seat.
The Yellow Sand City Lord beside him gave him a meaningful look without speaking.
The two were old acquaintances.
"Everyone, time is of the essence, so I will not waste words. Nearly everyone who could come is here. Those who are absent likely will never be