After hearing Lü Yuncheng's account, Ye Buyu's brow did not relax. Instead, her expression grew even graver.
"The Scholars' Association's updated equipment can indeed screen for split bodies within a small area and prevent possession, but its range is too limited. I've already had the Scholars' Association's warship activate wide-area radar coverage, but it needs time.
[Perception Controller] also needs time to proliferate. Since it couldn't make its move at Command Headquarters, it will definitely incite a riot on the Frontline."
"Exactly."
A snap of the fingers interrupted Ye Buyu's thoughts. Bai Zhao, who had left and returned, patted his face, now back to normal, and said,
"Actually, on our way here, we already ran into quite a few soldiers with strange expressions. When Xue Qing and I went over to greet them, their first reaction was to raise their guns and aim at us.
I could only knock them out and bring them back. Oh, right, those men were members of the Vanguard Unit Lou Guanshan sent as reinforcements."
Bai Zhao looked at Lou Guanshan and noticed his expression was off.
"Calm down. They're fine. It's just that if this keeps getting worse, the Frontline will be in serious danger."
If [Perception Controller] controlled the comrades who fought alongside them and turned them against the rear, the consequences would indeed be immeasurable.
No, there was no need for "if." [Perception Controller] must have already started doing that.
Lü Yuncheng's expression turned cold and stern. He rose, took one step, and was outside the door.
"I'll deal with it."
Ye Buyu and Lou Guanshan were about to follow when a hand gently pressed them back.
At some point, Shen Juan had appeared behind the two of them. He patted their shoulders reassuringly, extraordinary confidence in his narrowed eyes.
"Don't rush.