Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 310 002. The Arden Conference (Part Two)
"Calm down."

Someone said in a deep voice.

"We're sitting here today hoping to handle this properly and avoid unnecessary conflicts. We've been dealing with each other for a long time, don't we know each other's temperaments?"

The speaker was a radical. Playing the friendship card is a common tactic used by conservatives, but it unexpectedly became the radicals' argument.

No one spoke up for Furukawa Vien.

They'll just call this kid incompetent.

Those with some seniority present knew that Ling was the personal disciple of the Martial Prime Minister, and had even inherited seven or eight parts of his unreliable personality. Only a good-for-nothing playboy like Gu Chuanwei would dare to provoke this young lady.

"Xiao Ling, pay attention in the meeting," Wu Xiang said with a kind and gentle expression.

"Okay." Ling's eyes glanced at their intertwined fingertips.

Kato Ren's words helped Furukawa Vien out of the predicament, and everyone returned to the atmosphere of the meeting.

"Another matter is that we discovered that General Akahoshi's son had correspondence with my father before his death." Furukawa Wei'an calmed down a bit, raised his aura, and asked Akahoshi Akira, "General, our two families have always kept to themselves, but your son's behavior at this time is bound to arouse suspicion. Are you aware of this?"

Those present kept their eyes closed and their minds focused. Akira Akahoshi was a key figure in the conservative faction, and the fact that his son was contacting veteran officials in the radical faction was quite intriguing.

Whether he was acting under the direction of Akira Akahoshi or secretly approaching radical politicians, there is much room for speculation.

Regardless of the purpose, it is not a respectable thing.

“I was unaware of this,” Akira Akahoshi said.

He glanced behind him and said, "Let him explain this himself."

"Yes, Father."

The Crimson Star Mountain behind them slowly stood up.

His seat wasn't near the front; most of the younger generation sat in the back, dressed in suits and ties, sitting upright.

Chi Xingluan handed a USB drive to the secretary present before slowly saying, "I sought out General Furukawa for personal matters. I have a recording of the meeting, just in case. The recording has been given to the secretary, and I believe it is sufficient to prove my innocence."

The secretary, having received the executioner's order from the military minister, opened the file on the USB drive, and an audio file played.

"This is Furukawa."

Everyone shuddered; the voice belonged to the murdered General Gu Chuanmao.

"General, it's me, Chi Xingluan. I apologize for disturbing you so late."

Akashiro's voice was easily recognizable in the audio. Kouichi Masaru was clearly not interested. After giving a lukewarm greeting, he went straight to asking about Kouichi Masaru's purpose.

Everyone listened attentively, but the result was not as expected.

"I would like to ask you to introduce me to Councilor Qi."

Representative Qi, whose original name was Qi Tongli, once served as the military chief of the radical faction, responsible for the delivery of strategic materials. He was a protégé of Gu Chuanmao. After retiring from his post, he also took off his military uniform and became a politician active in the political arena. It was the old man who supported him to this position, and he was completely loyal to the old man.

At this moment, Councilor Qi Tongli was in the meeting. He had a calm appearance, his hair was neatly combed, his wrinkles were slightly reduced, and he was composed without showing signs of old age.

"Oh?" In the recording, Furukawa seemed intrigued and asked, "What do you need me to introduce you to?"

“I have long admired Councilor Qi’s daughter and hope to take this opportunity to get to know her.”

The crowd was in an uproar.

Representative Qi's daughter is named Qi Tongshan, and she is about the same age as Chi Xingluan.

Qi Tongli's eyebrows twitched slightly, but he didn't say anything more.

The following content was not played for much longer. Most people felt this audio was sufficient to clear them of suspicion.

So...it's just a coincidence?

"Yes," Chi Xingluan said, bowing his head. "I'm very sorry for any inconvenience caused."

"Don't say that," Wu Xiang said with a chuckle, like a little old man. "It's so good to be young. If you like a girl, just go for it. Don't end up like Ling, a spinster who's now an older single woman and nobody wants you."

Ling pursed her lips, muttered something under her breath, and didn't say anything more.

"We've gotten a bit off-topic. Let's continue, Nephew Wei'an. Is there anything else you'd like to say?"

Wu Xiang asked with a smile.

"No, no more."

Furukawa Wei'an glanced hesitantly at Wen Xiang, but the old man kept his eyes closed in quiet contemplation, seemingly unaware of what was happening.

"In that case, please proceed to the next person."

Kato Ren casually raised his eyes, and Furukawa Vian's Adam's apple bobbed, unable to speak. He could only nod sullenly and sit down unwillingly.

Although several political figures have been attacked recently, resulting in casualties on both sides, the other side's aim is to sow suspicion among them.

But the political arena is always a stage for exchanging interests.

Everyone present was well aware of why the radicals were so aggressive. Since the enemy had offended the radicals by pretending to be conservatives, the radicals could naturally use this as a pretext to launch an attack on the conservatives.

This group is definitely not mourning the passing of old ghosts like Gu Chuanmao and Xiao Chenggui. They are like sharks that smell blood, drawn by the scent of profit, all eager to get involved, afraid that if they arrive late they won't even get the leftovers.

Unfortunately, the last bit of value that Furukawa Masaru had gained was squandered by his good-for-nothing son.

His two attacks either hit a brick wall or struck cotton; the radicals, who had coordinated beforehand, were now somewhat asthmatic.

Having gained no real benefits, the radicals had no choice but to swallow their anger for the time being.

“Recently, one after another, political figures have been murdered, and the perpetrators are cruel and powerful. Even Mr. Xiao Cheng and Mr. Furukawa have been murdered. At this time, we should work together to capture the perpetrators instead of blaming each other here.”

The speaker was an elderly conservative, whose words effectively shut down the radicals, preventing them from using the issue as a pretext for further discussion.

"To be honest, everyone here is both an old rival and an old friend. We know each other's character very well. We wouldn't do anything to break the rules of the game."

The old man adjusted his glasses; his sparse hair looked as if it would fall out at the slightest touch.

"Let's get back to the main point. The fact that our investigation into an adversary of unknown origin has yielded nothing is enough to reflect the problem."

Someone added, "Once we find the mastermind behind the instigation, the misunderstanding between the two sides will naturally be cleared up. The key is that the other side's methods of covering up are also very clever. We have found witnesses, but they all died on the spot, like some kind of vicious curse."

"It's an organization."

Ling didn't even look at them. She crossed her arms in front of her, kicked off with her long legs, and leaned back in her chair. It seemed like she was just speaking casually, but she interrupted their long preamble.

"organize?"

Some people who knew the truth gradually became serious and fell silent.

Some of the key figures were hearing about the organization for the first time and whispered curiously.

For the first time, a disturbance arose during the meeting.

Thus, the "organization" officially came into the view of all the key members of both the conservative and radical factions.

“The full name is ‘New Age,’ a cross-regional intelligence agency of humanity.” Ling said, gesturing to her secretary standing next to the projector to hand her the projection pen. She took the pen, tapped it casually, and the screen instantly switched to the organization’s information.

I'm really bad at political maneuvering... I always get writer's block here.

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