Night Watch Headquarters.

Meeting room.

"It has been three days since the Gold Coast attack... The public opinion is not good now." Public Relations Director Zhong Xianzhi said in a deep voice, "Thousands of people are missing. This scale of disaster cannot be suppressed. The relatives of the missing have called the police one after another, which has caused a stir.

Although the reason we claimed was a tsunami, other places in the same sea area were calm that day. It didn't make sense that a tsunami only occurred two or three kilometers along the coastline and swept away so many people in one go.

Public opinion is now turning to conspiracy. Although we have been controlling online comments, the families of the victims have gathered and marched to protest, demanding that the authorities immediately organize a team to go out to sea and give them an explanation.

"The local Night Watch team has also reported that many civil organizations have crossed the blockade of the Gold Coast and launched investigations privately, but they didn't find anything." Chen Han nodded.

Yue Jiulin, the head of the logistics department, immediately spoke up, "We have already dealt with all the traces of Poseidon in advance. They will definitely not be able to find anything."

"I mean, they take this matter very seriously..."

Monk Fate sat in the center of the conference table, brows slightly lowered, listening calmly to the speeches of the other seven senior executives.

After everyone else finished speaking, Monk Fate slowly spoke:

“Continue to suppress the social impact of this matter.”

The fatalistic monk was very frugal with words, and after saying this, he had no intention of speaking again. The many senior executives looked at each other and saw the helplessness in each other's eyes.

"Are we really not going to take any measures against Olympus?" Chen Han couldn't help but ask.

"To be taken, but not now."

"But those ordinary people are in Olympus. Who knows what will happen? If we go out to rescue them one day earlier, perhaps we can avoid more casualties."

"I agree with Chen Han's point of view." Shao Pingge nodded and said, "Daxia is no longer the Daxia it once was, and Olympus is no longer the Olympus it once was. In terms of combat power, we are no worse than them... We should rescue those ordinary people as soon as possible to avoid more trouble."

"I told you, now is not the time." Monk Fate stood up and looked at everyone calmly, "If there is nothing else, let's adjourn."

He picked up the documents on the table and was about to walk out the door, leaving the seven senior executives looking at each other.

Squeak——

Just then, the door of the conference room was pushed open, and a crimson figure stood outside the door.

"Commander Lin?!" Chen Han's eyes lit up when he saw that figure.

The Fateful Monk looked at Lin Qiye outside the door and said calmly, "Is it over? Did Yuri Takishiro succeed?"

"He hasn't finished yet... I received a call from Min Junliang and rushed here as soon as possible." Lin Qiye glanced at everyone in the conference room and said to the fateful monk, "Let's talk in the office."

The two returned to the office, Lin Qiye closed the door and immediately spoke:

"Why don't you rescue them?"

"The risk is too great." Monk Fate said truthfully without beating around the bush, "Although our current combat power is not inferior to that of Olympus, they are in the fog after all, and it is their own home ground."

Lin Qiye seemed to be thinking about something. "Do you want to follow the original plan and wait for the teacher to come out of seclusion before attacking Olympus?"

"When Zhou Ping achieves the highest level of success, Daxia will have an extra layer of insurance, which will naturally be the safest."

"But there should be still three days before he comes out..." Lin Qiye said in a deep voice, "Three days is too long for ordinary people. Can they really hold on in Olympus until we get there?"

Monk Fate stared at him for a moment, "So? Are you going to let all of Daxia's top fighters take risks for these thousands of people?"

"Sacrificing ordinary people to preserve their wings is not the original intention of the Night Watch." Lin Qiye said firmly, "When Da Xia had only five human ceilings, they encountered the invasion of the outer gods. Didn't they still fight to the death and rush to the front line? Did they worry about their own life and death?

Today's Da Xia is several times stronger than it was back then. Do you want us to watch ordinary people being tortured to death by foreign gods just to preserve our wings?

If that's the case, then why are we trying so hard to become stronger? "

The fateful monk was not moved by Lin Qiye at all, and spoke coldly:

"It is precisely because this strength is hard-won that we must preserve our existing combat power... Our enemies are not just Olympus."

The two stood in the office staring at each other, frozen in place for a moment.

After an unknown amount of time, Lin Qiye took out a seal from his arms, placed it on the table, and spoke in a deep voice:

“If the dark night finally comes, I will stand before tens of thousands of people, draw my sword towards the abyss, and stain the sky with blood… If I, Lin Qiye, cannot even fulfill the content of this oath, then I am not worthy of being the commander-in-chief.”

After he finished speaking, Lin Qiye put one hand on the straight knife at his waist, turned around and walked out of the office.

The fateful monk looked at the departing crimson figure, his brows slightly furrowed...

"Wait." He suddenly said.

Lin Qiye paused.

"Do you really have to go?"

"Yes." Lin Qiye said without hesitation, "If anything happens... I will bear the consequences alone."

The fateful monk had a complicated expression. After a moment of silence, he finally spoke:

"Feel sorry."

Lin Qiye frowned and turned his head in confusion, "Why are you sorry?"

"I lied to you." Monk Fate spoke slowly, "I told the high-ranking officials of the Night's Watch that the common people were still alive in order to stabilize the morale of the army... In fact, only about 200 people were left out of the more than 6,400 last night.

The remaining ones won't survive for more than an hour. Even if you rush to Olympus now, you won't be able to save them."

Hearing these words, it was as if a bolt of lightning flashed through Lin Qiye's mind, and he stood there in a daze.

"If you don't believe me, just look for yourself."

The Fateful Monk handed the list on his desk to Lin Qiye. On that densely packed list of victims, threads of cause and effect stretched out to the distant void… Following those threads of cause and effect, there was no hope at the other end. There were only two hundred people left, as insignificant as a candle flame.

The Fateful Monk stared at Lin Qiye, whose expression was grim, and spoke word by word:

"Now...are you still going to risk the lives of the living for these corpses?"