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The Dragon Breaker Army returned victorious. The successful experimental results, along with the achievements of the Dragon Breaker Army, reached Magellan Star, allowing many to reassess the status of the Dragon Breaker Army.
Chen Ziping looked at the battle report in his hands, and he could vividly imagine the details of the command in his mind. Xunran, this battle was significant; any seasoned military veteran could have achieved similar results. But let’s not forget, the one who commanded this battle was merely a rookie with less than two years of military experience.
Putting down the battle report, Chen Ziping murmured to his nearby guards, “After so many years, I finally found someone like myself. Having been away for so long, Magellan Star is starting to stir; he should be coming back soon.”
Ganwen held a document similar to Chen Ziping's. Skimming through the complex military jargon hastily, he focused only on a string of comments from General Zhang Huwei.
“This person is already capable of great responsibility!”
Ganwen paid no mind to the thick stack of papers detailing various contents; he only cared about those seven words.
He was very pleased—truly pleased. He even hummed a tune naturally. After finishing, he made a phone call.
The political arena was turbulent, and after two years of fermentation, the New Wave Party was thriving, with conflicts against old factions intensifying. It was indeed a time for utilizing talent.
Once the call connected, he said, “It’s time to propose bringing the Dragon Breaker Army back. Also, we can initiate the plan for building momentum.”
…
Recently on Magellan Star, among both elite and civilian circles, a certain name circulated widely.
“Did you hear? The behind-the-scenes boss of Interstellar Express is actually a young man—someone around the same age as Prince Huankezhao’s Shangguan Wangyu!”
“Really? That’s impressive. Huankezhao is a family business that has been around for hundreds of years. But Universal Express has just been established; if it was indeed founded by a young man, he must be quite ambitious! And it seems Jiang Xue’s laboratory and manufacturing company are all friends with him—truly remarkable!”
"Not only that, but there are rumors that he is a Red-Class Mecha Pilot, and not just any ordinary Crimson Rank, but a mid-tier one!"
The two of them gasped in shock, their expressions filled with disbelief.
"You two, stop exaggerating. There can't be such an impressive young person; you're almost making him a god. Is he also the Commander of the Dragon Head Army?"
"...Believe it or not, it's true. Moreover, he is a friend of our Music Goddess, Wen Yun."
The one who had been skeptical widened his eyes, hardly able to believe that his earlier words had inadvertently hit the mark. How could it be that even his beloved goddess was connected to him?
After a moment of stunned silence, he finally regained his composure and asked dreamily, "So... what is this person's name?"
"Tch, you don't even know that? He just led the army back—General Ju, Jufeng!"
In today's society, the fastest Assault Ship.
However, there is something faster than an Assault Ship: public opinion and gossip over tea and meals.
It spreads like an uncontrollable plague once someone starts it.
Jufeng has returned, but no one expected that after two years apart, he would have gained such fame on Magellan Star that it could rival Jiang Xue Wenyun.
"When did the aesthetic standards of the crowd in Kyoto become so high? I really find it hard to adapt."
On the way to the joint military and political conference, Jufeng was accompanied by Vera and Ouyang Chang, while Jiang Xue, a member of the assembly, walked alongside them with Civilization.
Listening to Jufeng's somewhat shameless remarks, Jiang Xue couldn't help but grimace in disgust. With a hint of helplessness, she said, "I thought that after spending two years recuperating at the border, you would have calmed down a bit, but here you are. Vera, can't you keep him in check?"
With Civilization, an extraordinary man, by her side, it seemed that time had no way of leaving any marks on Jiang Xue's face or body. Her heart remained pure; aside from her passion for machinery, nothing could disturb her peace.
Vera smiled sweetly and replied, "The winds have been too stifling these past two years. It's rare to have a chance to relax; I won't interfere with him."
The border was desolate and dull, and Vera's words rang true. She feigned annoyance at their display of affection before skipping over to Civilization's side.
The joint military and political conference was an annual event attended by political representatives and senior management from the military. Civilization had become a member of the assembly at Jufeng's suggestion, allowing him to express his opinions on behalf of himself.
"Have you met with Ganwen recently?"
After indulging his mood for a moment, Jufeng quickly returned to the main topic. These were no longer carefree days; every thought and concern revolved around significant issues affecting people's livelihoods that could not be ignored.
Civilization shook his head and said, "Although the situation is tense lately, we can't do much to help. However, we can confirm that the public opinion in the capital is orchestrated by them; it seems they are gearing up for the elections in three months."
In three months, the well-prepared New Wave Party would be participating in the elections. Therefore, they could not afford to be careless at all.
Jufeng understood that aside from Ganwen, no one else would exert such effort on his behalf. The contributions made now were all for the sake of reaping rewards three months later.
"Let's get through this conference first. It's my first time attending something like this, and I still feel a bit nervous," he admitted.
Nervousness is a feeling, a warning about future situations, distinct from the perception of danger, yet equally accurate.
The footsteps of the four came to a halt as a figure surrounded by a crowd appeared not far ahead.
They were in the plaza of the United Nations Assembly Hall, where the wide steps were filled with hurried figures preparing to attend the meeting, still half an hour before it was set to begin.
At that moment, the United Nations Secretary-General unexpectedly appeared.
Liu Lei strode confidently and cheerfully toward Jufeng and his group, greeting Jiang Xue warmly before turning his gaze to Jufeng.
Jufeng felt a chill run down his spine as he met Liu Lei's smile, which seemed warm on the outside but cold within.
"General Jufeng, this is our first official meeting. On behalf of the United Nations government, I would like to extend my heartfelt congratulations and sincere gratitude for your Triumph."
Gratitude? Jufeng pondered these words, feeling as if he were being made to dress someone else's bride.
He smiled back, his expression as bright as Liu Lei's. "Having been in the military for over two years now, I should have visited the Secretary-General long ago. Unfortunately, Commander Pan did not give me that opportunity and sent me into exile at the border. I hope you won't hold that against me. As for your thanks, Secretary-General, you are too kind. I am working for the people; they have already expressed their gratitude to me."
Liu Lei listened to Jufeng's words, which were filled with reason yet sharp in tone. A hint of sadness and regret crossed his face.
"General Jufeng, I believe there may be some misunderstanding between us. The current situation is turbulent, and many are taking advantage of it to sow discord. I truly hope we can sit down together to clarify any misunderstandings and contribute our efforts toward peace."
Earlier, when he met Ganwen, there had also been misunderstandings. Why did it feel like he had misunderstandings with everyone? Was he really coming across as someone who didn’t understand anything?
The square was bustling with people, a continuous flow of movement. Jufeng wondered why Liu Lei wanted to meet him here when suddenly his expression sharpened.
He then said, "Secretary-General, if there is an opportunity in the future, I will definitely accompany you."
With that, the conversation came to an end. Jufeng took Vera's hand and walked around Liu Lei, followed by the other three as they headed towards the United Nations Assembly Hall.
Liu Lei watched Jufeng's retreating figure until it disappeared from the elevated platform. The person beside him also approached and observed Jufeng's abrupt departure with a sense of indignation. "Is he really that ungrateful? You came to see him, and he just leaves like that."
Liu Lei remained calm and smiled. "If you had seen how he looked when he was pulling Pan Commander's beard, you would know this is already quite polite."
"It's alright; he's just a young man. We need to be patient with the youth. It's getting late; let's head to the Assembly Hall together."
(To be continued)
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