Only when Old Johnny learned that the adversary in the Eighth Domain who had nearly taken his head was the "Mr. Wen" he had admired for years did he truly realize, for the first time,
that his years of walking the hero's path had led him astray.
A thousand arguments from Qian Wendao could never make Zhang Yang bow his head. The name Wen Daoqian alone was enough.
At that moment,
Old Johnny lowered his head, a faint helplessness and bewilderment drifting through his eyes.
He was like a traveler who had missed his bus and no longer knew how to get home.
Looking at the dejected Old Johnny, Qian Wendao naturally knew what he was thinking.
His enemy had become his benefactor. Anyone would struggle to digest that all at once.
But Qian Wendao had no time to deal with Old Johnny now.
He said, "Old Johnny, time is short. I don't have time to talk you through this. You'll have to process it yourself."
Olof asked, "Secretary-General Qian, are you really going to meet them?"
"Of course." Qian Wendao's voice was resolute. "I told you, once I agreed to the deal with William, there was no turning back."
"All right." Olof stopped trying to persuade him and simply nodded. "I'll discuss with Minister Chu and the secretary-general's office how to divide up the rescue of the people in War Readiness Zone 931. No single war readiness zone can take in over two hundred thousand people."
"Yes. Thank you for your efforts. The safety of those two hundred thousand people is entirely in your hands."
"I won't let you down."
Olof's brief reply carried weight and conviction.
It was the strongest assurance he could offer a companion he had worked with for years.
Unlike Old Johnny, Olof did not