Chapter 87
…the final beginning.
...That's what I said.
But what is the situation now?
Chen Jian came out of the living room with great interest, and sat in the leadership room. A question mark slowly appeared above his head.
The leader's room, which was home to some dirty things in the dark, had its curtains pulled up on both sides as if to welcome the leader's return. The bright sunlight shone in and illuminated the elegant leader.
As always, he sat in the most confidential, safest, and most open position in the Wuyan Tower, without even an adjustment period, as if he had never left, looking at his subordinates kneeling in front of him.
Without Shen Jian realizing it, he became more and more accustomed to controlling sovereignty in any place, and then lightly shifting everyone's attention to himself.
...Of course, we can't say "everyone". After all, the only ones who keep their eyes on Shen Jian for a long time are the top talents, his opponents who fear him, and a few of his peers with filters.
The kneeling man broke into the leader's room directly without knocking on the door or waiting for Shen Jian's message.
When Shen Jian heard the footsteps, he paused in reviewing the documents and recognized the people as members of the militant faction.
After all, it is normal for them not to knock on the door when they are in a hurry - for example, there is a subordinate with long red hair and a bad temper, who often breaks in to complain after being ridiculed by the clerical staff of the same level.
Shen Jian thought, since the plan had been decided, the two undisciplined peers who were now at odds with him must not be used, and he still had to coax his subordinates.
He didn't even raise his head, and said in a gentle tone: "Why..."
He suddenly stopped and raised his eyes slightly.
The footsteps sound wrong.
Sure enough, the person standing in front of him was Shen An.
Shen Jian's speed of reviewing the documents slowed down a bit, and surprise flashed in his eyes, "...Shen An?"
"Sir." Shen An lowered his head slightly, then leaned over naturally, knelt on one knee, and straightened his back.
The leader was a little confused about Shen An's actions.
Shen An was not right from the moment he entered the room. Indeed, after receiving the news that he appeared in the leader's room, Shen An should have been the first to come in and observe the situation, which was correct.
In fact, if it was Shen Tu who came, Shen Jian would be able to realize the problem. This guy never interferes in the open affairs of Wu Yan Tower. His coming only means that no one dares to see Shen Jian.
But unfortunately, Shen Tu chose to remain neutral in this roundabout position.
Shen An chose to take the risk. If no one chose a position that could suppress him a little, Shen An could take action immediately.
Shen Tu thought it was not going to work, he was panicked, so he quickly turned to neutral.
...It turns out that he was right. At least now, he was not the one kneeling on the ground in fear.
Shen Jian was preparing to start a reckoning with the Wuyan Tower, but that was all based on his priority death in a very short time. But now, a huge problem that must be solved is placed before him: world consciousness.
Therefore, the "liquidation" can be delayed indefinitely until this issue is resolved. In other words, Shen Jian needs to appease his frightened subordinates.
During this period of time, they should have reflected on it almost enough, right? Shen Jian thought sincerely.
He turned the pen calmly and looked at Shen An gently.
His subordinates knelt at a distance that Shen Jian was very familiar with.
When he first met Shen Xiuzhu, Xiuzhu was also kneeling at this distance, on the carpet, and even his posture was almost the same, respectful, restrained, able to advance or retreat, with his sword placed directly in front of him.
The sword is usually just a symbol, just because Shen Jian likes it - although Shen Jian has never shown it openly - so most of Wu Yan Tower's subordinates have swords.
Of course, with Shen An's arrival, perhaps it will soon be more than just a symbol.
In fact, even Shen Jian himself didn't know that he had such a hobby. It was only after he realized that Mo Yi was very good-looking that he realized that he actually liked people with long black hair and things from the ancient century.
...Jörmungandr doesn't count. When Shen Jian sees the two isotopes now, he still feels sad as if a chess piece has gone out of plan.
Thinking of this, Shen Jian casually fixed his gaze on the subordinate who had been left out for a while.
The subordinates’ attention seemed to be focused on their leader, and Shen Jian’s gaze shifted in an instant, and his body stiffened.
“…” Shen Jian remained silent for a while, his face calm.
He realized something was wrong. The bad feeling that had been brewing since Shen An entered the room finally took shape and spread out in front of Shen Jian's eyes.
The leader paused, crossed his fingers and placed them on the table, his dark eyes calm and collected.
A faint shadow of an iceberg took shape under the pupils, waiting to make the subordinates who were kneeling on the carpet with their heads down even more uneasy. Drops of cold sweat fell on the plush carpet, smudged into needle-sized thread tips.
Shen An could hardly remember the last time he was so embarrassed.
He only knew that the dangerous pressure from his leader made his eyes sore, as if he was in the bottom of the cold storage.
"...Sir." After a while, Shen An opened his dry lips and called out.
The gentleman did not respond to him.
From the time he deliberately walked into the leader's room without knocking, to the time he broke the rules and took off his sword and placed it in a posture as if he was about to present it to the leader, the gentleman did not respond to him a word, only called his name.
Sometimes, "name" is not a good symbol, like Shen Xiuzhu was able to realize the troops when Shen Jian called out "Shen Xiuzhu", and Shen An could also.
Was it "Shen An"... or "Shen An" that the gentleman called out?
At that moment, Shen An inexplicably felt a sense of fear.
When he was planning the [rebellion], he was not so afraid because he knew they would not succeed.
If the gentleman really wants to die, wouldn't it be nice for us to set off a final fireworks display together?
But now, he felt like he was falling into an icy cave.
It's not that Shen An can't survive without Shen Jian, but he will live a life worse than death.
Shen Jian watched his subordinates start to cry without him saying anything, a bunch of question marks slowly rose on his forehead, and his eyes widened slightly.
If anyone dared to look up and take a closer look, they would find that the black-haired man sitting in the leader's position had a hint of confusion in his eyes.
"...Shen An?" Shen Jian straightened his back and called out slightly nervously.
This time it wasn’t him who made her cry…!
Looking at the silently wet carpet under Shen An, Shen Jian inexplicably felt a little guilty, and he tried to suppress this feeling that came from nowhere.
He really wanted to comfort his furry chestnut-haired puppy at home!
"Sir." Shen An's soft chestnut hair fell down, covering his expression, leaving only his uncontrollably trembling shoulders exposed. It seemed that he was showing this expression in front of Shen Jian for the first time in history...
Shen Jian watched in silence for a while, and slowly found a description: a puppy thrown into the rain by its owner, relying on persistence, picking up garbage and drinking dirty water, and after stumbling a thousand miles home, it was once again thrown out indifferently by its owner.
Shen Jian’s fingertips twitched, and finally he sighed calmly.
He stood up, and the dark red velvet with white edges that he had worn as he stepped into the winter slipped off, and he was replaced with the black and red military uniform of the Wuyan Tower with layers of ribbons and medals from the tower.
When it was woven, this cloak intentionally or unintentionally adopted the style of coronation dress, with neatly arranged black spots rolling down the white suede lining.
The tower has the rules for awarding these ribbon medals. Behind every piece of honor is the pride of a genius, but on Shen Jian, these are just decorations.
Obviously, the leader's calm dark eyes made people feel more terrified and oppressive.
Shen Jian walked to a place not far in front of Shen An, and then whispered, "Look up."
Shen An paused for a moment, shook his head slowly, and said, "Sorry, sir, I'm crying. I hope you can wait a while before looking at me again... I hope you can forgive me, sir."
“I dare not look up to see you, sir.” Shen An’s tone was very calm, and Shen Jian could not see his expression.
He lowered his head to look at Shen An and hummed, "It's okay."
Shen Jian's face was still calm: "I forgive you. Now, look up at me."
Shen An's pupils dilated and he remained in a stiff position for a long time.
As if he had gone through a fierce ideological struggle, he took several deep breaths before slowly raising his head.
Shen An finally realized that he had "met" the leader for the first time and couldn't help but feel a sore nose again, "Sir..."
It seemed to be Shen An's illusion. The leader's voice was a little gentle. He stated slowly and calmly, "Your Excellencies, my good subordinates, I know you are all here."
"Let me think about it. Solomon's projection technology is probably capable of being upgraded, right?"
"Is Wu Yan Tower conducting a holographic live broadcast of the leader's room now?" Shen Jian asked thoughtfully, then raised his hand, "Of course, Solomon asked me about this matter in advance."
The panic that had yet to rise on Shen An's face froze, and his eyes widened.
...What!? Sir, you know that Solomon is colluding with them privately, no, forwarding the live broadcast!?
"Well, my good lords, as you can see, Jörmungandr - oh, the long-haired me... destroyed the converter." Shen Jian got to the point.
"I assure you that if there is any possibility, I am not prepared to sacrifice anyone, including myself."
He didn't look at Shen An's expression and continued, "...if you can prove one thing."
"What?" Although Chen An was still digesting these two incoherent sentences, he asked quickly as if subconsciously.
Shen Jian smiled, turned around and returned to his seat, crossing his knees. His posture was exactly the same as the leader in Shen An's memory.
His leader raised his eyebrows, his half-long black hair fell on the side of his neck, and his eyebrows and eyes showed a bit of the sharpness of a superior.
The leader put on a gentle smile and gave an order briskly: "Prove to me that the 'world' is an independent individual that can think for itself."
Moreover, this time, Shen Jian only allowed the survey result to be "existence".
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