Chapter 1205: The Emperor Arrives

7012 Underground Project.

Conference room.

Dust drifted down from the ceiling as numerous figures crowded into the empty conference room, the noisy discussions growing louder.

"Grandma... what happened outside?" Yao Qing stared at the ceiling and couldn't help but ask.

"Grandma doesn't know either..." Xiao Chunping sighed deeply, her expression extremely solemn, "However, if you encounter any danger later, you must hide behind Grandma, understand?"

"Grandma! I’ve also stepped onto the Path of the Green God! I can protect you too!"

"Hahaha, good grandson, Grandma believes you will definitely be able to in a few years... but for now, let Grandma protect you for a few more years." Xiao Chunping looked at the boy waving his fists and smiled softly.

Xiao Chunping’s gaze turned to Han Xiang on the other side of the conference room. Han Xiang was the closest to the 749 Bureau; if anyone present knew what was happening, it would likely be him... It was a pity that Han Xiang on the other side was equally troubled, as if worried about something.

"Where is Director Sun? We want to see Director Sun!"

"That's right, if Director Sun doesn't come, we're leaving!"

"What exactly is your 749 Bureau doing? Leaving us here for so long without anyone coming to explain the situation?"

"What is this underground project for anyway?"

“……”

Just as the many guests surrounded the staff at the door, questioning them incessantly, a voice sounded from the front of the conference room:

"Everyone, please take your seats."

Everyone turned to look. In the corner of the conference room, Sun Zhongliang had already emerged from a secret passage with numerous 749 Bureau personnel and military staff. The former helped Sun Zhongliang adjust the microphone, while the latter surrounded the conference room with guns, slowly closing the main doors...

The sudden appearance of so many people left the guests bewildered. They didn't understand what this display meant, and someone asked directly:

"Director Sun, what happened outside? Where is this? What do you want to do by calling us here?"

Sun Zhongliang didn't answer immediately. Instead, he raised his hands, signaling everyone to sit down again:

"Everyone, please stay calm. I will explain everything to you... but please believe that our 749 Bureau has no malice toward any of you."

Sun Zhongliang had led the 749 Bureau for so many years; the reputation and connections he had accumulated were effective. Once these words were spoken, the noisy crowd quickly quieted down, and after a moment of hesitation, they each walked to their respective seats.

Everything in the conference room was arranged very orderly, with each person's name placed on their table. Looking around, only Sun Bumian, Shen Nan, and Fu Kun were absent... The rest of the guests had already taken their seats.

At the same time, a staff member had finished adjusting the microphone and handed it to Sun Zhongliang. Sun Zhongliang took a deep breath and spoke slowly:

"Everyone, what I am about to say may overturn your understanding... No matter what, please listen to me patiently until the end..."

Sun Zhongliang used the calmest tone to recount the recent regression of cutting-edge technology and the tense international situation, gradually cutting into the current situation from the strategic planning of the higher-ups and the 749 Bureau... It was evident that Sun Zhongliang had prepared for this meeting for a long time. He was very seriously analyzing the logic behind it from the perspectives of the nation, the individual, and culture.

After all, the 749 Bureau had lured them to the 7012 Underground Project without their knowledge and cut off their contact with their wives, husbands, children, friends, and parents. If the way he spoke was even slightly off, it would immediately trigger a riot.

As Sun Zhongliang explained, the guests indeed showed shock and anger, but most of them were rational and didn't immediately flip the tables. However, anyone could feel that the temperature in the entire conference room was dropping rapidly...

"How do you think this will end?"

On the other side of the secret passage, Shen Nan looked at the screen on the closed-circuit television and asked with a complex expression.

Sun Bumian was silent for a long time. "If it were before the meeting, perhaps half of them wouldn't have chosen to come... But now that they are all here, even if some are dissatisfied, there is no way out. In the end, they can only live in this underground project according to the 749 Bureau’s plan... This is what I hate about the 749 Bureau."

"...Sigh." Shen Nan leaned against the wall and sighed helplessly.

"If it were you, would you go out, or stay?"

"Of course I would go out!" Shen Nan answered without hesitation. "Only when there is trouble does the Nuo exist... I was born to eliminate disasters. If I hide here when I encounter a disaster, what kind of [Nuo] would I be??"

Sun Bumian looked back at the exhausted Shen Nan, a flash of appreciation in his eyes:

"It seems we are the same kind of people... Shen Nan, you are quite good."

"Don't evaluate me with such a preachy tone; it makes me feel like you're an old man." Shen Nan glanced at him. "But saying this now is meaningless... Even you can't break out, so I have even less hope."

"Not necessarily."

Sun Bumian pushed up his small round sunglasses and looked up at the low ceiling.

"Didn't Sun Zhongliang just say? This secret treasure is difficult to break from the inside... But if someone attacks from the outside, that’s a different story~"

……

Half-Mountain Hotel.

Because the Half-Mountain Hotel was far from the city and at a high altitude, it hadn't been directly destroyed by the aftermath of the explosion. Numerous fully armed figures rose from the elevators and began to spread out in an orderly fashion to confirm the casualties in the city.

*Boom—!!*

A bolt of purple lightning tore through the sky, and a violent tremor sounded from the entrance of the Half-Mountain Hotel. The terrifying shockwave swept across, knocking dozens of armed figures at the door unconscious.

Rolling dust rose from outside the hotel entrance. The people in the hotel lobby were stunned, then nervously aimed their guns at the door.

"What's the situation? Did the enemy's missiles find us here?"

"No, that shouldn't be... That didn't look like a missile explosion just now..."

"Not a missile? Then what could it be?"

The swirling dust gradually dissipated in the breeze. Under everyone’s stunned gaze, two figures walked slowly toward them.

The vermilion opera robe danced in the dust, and a pair of red earrings swayed with the wind. The actor’s eyes were as cold as frost; just by looking at him, fear from the soul arose spontaneously—it was an absolute suppression at the species level.

Beside him was a man in a black coat. He slowly took off the simple black-framed glasses on his nose and crushed them underfoot. Without the cover of the glasses, a pair of golden eyes filled with mighty imperial power stared indifferently at all the figures before him...

The two emperors arrived together, and terrifying pressure erupted in the dust simultaneously!

At this moment, everyone’s legs in the hotel began to tremble involuntarily, and they couldn't hold their guns steady. But even so, they gritted their teeth, stood straight, and shouted loudly:

"Who are you people?!"