For Fang Moli, he had had enough of being the captain and was now resigned to his fate.
When he first became the captain, he was full of vigor and prestige. He often flew on his sword, carrying the Xuanyuan Sword to various countries to intimidate them. Wherever he went, he was the center of attention and was treated as an honored guest.
He had a great time back then, but later, due to the intensified invasion from the other side and the appearance of spatial nodes, his good days came to an end.
First, under the spotlight, he failed to show off and had his Xuanyuan Sword stolen, and was beaten up. If it weren't for the old bald monk of the Buddhist sect being concerned that killing Fang Moli would damage the image of Buddhism and hinder the recruitment of disciples, he would probably have died long ago.
Later, the West came under God's rule, and their voices became increasingly assertive, leading to constant minor conflicts. As the captain, he had no choice but to negotiate in humiliation, compromising between Taoism, Buddhism, and God, and trying to survive in the cracks.
Given Fang Moli's temperament, he would never tolerate such treatment, but there was nothing he could do. He had the headquarters behind him, and as the acting captain, he couldn't act impulsively, nor did he dare to.
The consequences of his impulsiveness would not only be his own death, but could also lead to the annihilation of the entire headquarters. For the sake of the greater good, he had no choice but to endure the humiliation.
Now that Fang Xiu is back, he can't wait to return the position of Captain-General. Let whoever wants to be Captain-General be it; he's not going to take it anymore.
After the brief general meeting, Fang Xiu held a smaller meeting, leaving behind several team leaders from headquarters, as well as Yang Ming and others.
"Immediately notify the Buddhist sect to return the Xuanyuan Sword. They have three days to do so. If they refuse to return it, I will personally lead a team to retrieve it," Fang Xiu ordered.
“Fang Xiu, they definitely won’t return it. Wouldn’t sending out such a notice be like alerting the enemy?” The minister was slightly puzzled.
"What I want is to stir up trouble." Fang Xiu calmly surveyed the crowd and slowly said, "The headquarters has been weak for too long, surviving in the cracks between various forces. Countries outwardly comply but inwardly defy it, and even sabotage it behind the scenes. Now it can't even take back its own antiques. It's time to change this situation. The Buddhist sect is the first target to establish our authority."
I want to use Buddhism to announce to the world that the prophet they once feared... has returned.
Everyone instantly perked up. For some reason, they seemed to see a leader's aura in Fang Xiu, just like an ancient emperor, who exuded authority without anger.
"Brother Xiu, if the Buddhist sect doesn't return the Xuanyuan Sword after the three-day period, should we immediately attack the Buddhist sect?" Yang Ming asked, smoking a cigarette, eager to try. His trouser pockets were bulging with rectangular objects, and it was obvious what they were.
Clearly, he learned his lesson after being caught without cigarettes at the burial site. Now, he can't even leave the house without a pack of cigarettes on him.
Fang Xiu nodded: "Let's add two more. Besides the Xuanyuan Sword, the Buddhist sect must compensate the headquarters for its losses. First, they must hand over the inheritances from the previous era that they possess. Second, they must compensate with another hundred mysterious or spiritual artifacts."
"This..." Even a composed minister felt this was a bit too domineering. Such harsh conditions were clearly intended to incite conflict and instigate war.
However, he did not question it, because no one would question the prophet's decision.
"Alright, I'll have someone issue a notice and publish your words on the homepage of the Global Weird Forum right away." The minister finally nodded and made a call to arrange for staff to take care of it.
While arranging work, Fang Xiu took out his phone and made a call.
"My lord! You've finally remembered me! I couldn't get in touch with you before..."
"Enough with the nonsense, Ace of Spades, how's the task I gave you going?" Fang Xiu interrupted.
A respectful, slightly trembling voice came through the phone: "Sir, I will absolutely fulfill the task you have assigned me, even at the cost of my life! Now that I have integrated the Poker Organization, I only need your order, and the Poker Organization will do whatever you command!"
“Very good, Ace of Spades, you have not disappointed me. Now, immediately gather all members of the poker organization for a meeting at Platform 18 of the High-Speed Railway Station in the North District of Beijing.” Fang Xiu’s calm tone carried an unquestionable authority, like that of a high-ranking figure who had long held a position of power.
The Ace of Spades paused for a moment, then trembled as he said, "M-Sir, are you going to call a meeting yourself?"
"Um."
The Ace of Spades became increasingly excited. Ever since Fang Xiu asked him to integrate the poker organization, he had not shown his face again. He could only silently follow Captain Fang's news on forums and in the news.
This gave him a feeling of being abandoned by the organization, as if he had lost his sense of belonging.
Moreover, there are more and more discordant voices within the organization. In the past, the Ace of Spades would use Fang Xiu's reputation as the organization's leader to intimidate his subordinates and tell them that he was authorized by the organization's leader to manage the playing cards.
However, since Fang Xiu had not appeared on the poker cards for a long time, more and more people began to suspect that the Ace of Spades was forging an imperial edict, and because of Fang Xiu's instructions, the Ace of Spades had never revealed anything about Fang Xiu's identity.
They always claimed that this person was the Dean's right-hand man, who always followed the Dean to the other side and rarely came to the mortal world, which naturally made the people of the poker card game even more disbelieving.
Now that Fang Xiu is going to personally convene a meeting, then Ace of Spades will definitely be able to firmly secure his position as the Joker!
"Yes, sir! I'll make the preparations immediately. I guarantee I'll get everyone to the meeting place within a day!"
"Hmm." Fang Xiu gave a soft "hmm" and hung up the phone.
Inside the meeting room, the team leaders glanced at Fang Xiu with slight surprise, but none of them asked any further questions.
Fang Xiu's actions just now would be quite explosive in any faction, after all, the playing cards had attacked the headquarters, and the two sides should be mortal enemies.
It feels like a spy making a phone call to a spy organization in front of everyone, which is very blatant.
But placed at headquarters, and in Fang Xiu's own hands, this action didn't seem out of place at all. Those who knew the inside story wouldn't think much of it, and those who didn't would naturally assume it was all part of Fang Xiu's plans for the future and wouldn't overthink it either.
They wouldn't be surprised if the playing cards became a subordinate unit of the headquarters one day.
"Alright, everyone, go down. Strange events are increasing these days, so everyone should do their job."
"Yes, Captain!" everyone shouted in unison.
(late)
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