Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 313 005. The Arden Conference (Part 5)
"Brother Xiujing, don't be angry."

Wu Xiang still chuckled: "Xiao Ling is a child who speaks without any manners. You've known her for a long time, why bother arguing with a little girl?"

Xiujing's complexion improved slightly, and she managed to stop her hands from trembling under the table.

He was testing Wu Xiang's attitude.

If the Prime Minister had actually believed it, his head would have been split in two immediately. Fortunately, the Prime Minister was well-versed in the rules of the Otherworld, and he was mindful of propriety and seniority.

"Hmph." He was only giving Wu Xiang face; he would settle accounts with this woman later.

"Xiaoling, you're something else. For a girl to say things like 'young woman's feast' or 'young girl's banquet' is shameless," the old man said with a grin. "Next time, just say 'female body feast' instead of using such poetic language."

Xiujing's pupils suddenly contracted.

Almost as soon as Wu Xiang finished speaking, he suddenly sprang up, leaped onto the long table, and reached for the nearest spirit. His blood-red claws materialized, and his black, bone-like claws had already crystallized, pointing directly at the spirit's heart.

Xiujing attacked swiftly, and the White Walkers around him were blown away by the shockwave, without even having time to react.

Ling didn't even bother to look up.

Everyone instinctively held their breath, and in the blink of an eye, the black claws were already at Ling's forehead.

The old ghost's long claws are not physical, but rather life-threatening claws nurtured over hundreds of years. They wound the White Walkers at their very core, ignoring any means of defense. If struck by this, any White Walker's life force will be severely damaged.

However, in front of Wu Xiang, the so-called risking one's life is like a jagged chicken claw.

Everyone looked at Xiujing in surprise.

The old ghost, his face contorted in a grotesque grimace, plunged his dark purple claws into his heart, completely unaware of what was happening. Then, he swiftly gripped his throat, squeezing it in several places, and shouted to those around him, "Don't come any closer! If you come any closer, I'll kill her!"

Xiujing stood on the round table at the meeting, looked around, and said fiercely, "Why are you forcing me into this dead end? Even if I die, I'll take someone down with me!"

Ling's seat was right next to Xiujing's feet. Her eyes were half-closed, her arms were crossed over her chest, and her leather gloves tapped her arms rhythmically, but she made no move.

The old man wouldn't allow it.

"Take him away," Wu Xiang said calmly.

The guards, realizing what was happening, went to the table, hesitated for a moment, and then tentatively dragged the old ghost Xiujing away.

"What are you doing! Don't touch me! I'm still holding hostages!"

His ghostly claws had long since returned to their withered, bony form, embedded in his own sternum, bleeding profusely. He wouldn't die anytime soon, but this grotesque sight sent chills down the spines of many of the councilors present.

Xiujing was completely incapable of resisting and posed no threat whatsoever.

To act recklessly at a meeting is tantamount to courting death.

But if you do nothing, you'll still die.

Wu Xiang said with a smile, "Where were we? Let's continue."

“Speaking of organized moles within our ranks,” Akira Akahoshi interjected.

"Oh," Wu Xiang clicked his tongue, "that's troublesome."

He looked around, revealing a mischievous old man's grin, and demonstrated by raising his hand: "Anyone here who is the mole, please raise your hand."

The scene was quite awkward, with the White Walkers looking at each other, wondering who could answer such a question.

Just like in an elementary school classroom, when the teacher asks with a smile, "Who didn't do their homework today?" Who knows if the set square under the teacher's desk is almost crushed?

Chi Xingluan sat calmly with an expressionless face, as if nothing concerned him.

The atmosphere became silent and oppressive after a short while.

Until Ren Kato spoke up again.

"I told you there wasn't any." Wu Xiang nodded in satisfaction.

Everyone fell silent, completely unable to guess what the old man in the black feather robe was thinking.

"Prime Minister Wu, if I may be so bold as to say this, now is the time when we need manpower. All of you here are important officials in your respective regions. If we are tasked with quelling internal strife at this critical juncture, I fear that when things truly become critical, we will be short of manpower."

An old man with white eyebrows said tremblingly.

"Sir, are you perhaps trying to exonerate those traitors?"

Someone said with a stern look.

“Old man, your concerns are not without merit. However, there is an old saying in District 9: ‘To repel external enemies, one must first secure internal stability.’”

(*The earliest source is a memorial presented by Zhao Pu to Emperor Taizong of Song during the Song Dynasty.)

Wu Xiang, unusually, responded to the old man's words with a profound gaze.

"True sowing discord never stems from conflict, but rather from exploiting the greed and desire inherent in living beings."

The attendees understood.

Today's meeting, seemingly a peaceful consultation between radicals and conservatives, is in fact aimed at purging traitors. The participants are key figures from both the radical and conservative factions of the White Walkers, totaling over five hundred people. These councilors and politicians are the backbone of the White Walker community in District 16.

However, money can be tempting, and self-interest can be blinding, so naturally there are also traitors within the organization who serve its interests.

The fangs of the military prime minister have already been revealed; he clearly doesn't fight battles he can't win. He probably knows pretty much who the traitors are in his heart.

Just thinking about it makes many people break out in a cold sweat.

"Gentlemen, have you been provoked?" Kato Ren's smile remained unchanged. The old man's eye wrinkles were not deep, but he had an inexplicable affability.

As Wu Xiang spoke, he slowly straightened up and stood up, walking to the window.

Those present understood each other without saying a word.

The old man was vigorous but thin. The large French windows were covered with blackout curtains, making his silhouette appear deep and dark.

Chi Xingluan looked at the thin old man, whose figure was projected onto the light-proof curtain by the light, yet he appeared as majestic as a mountain.

This is the tyrant who rules District 16, like a towering mountain standing tall in the modern steel jungle, causing all living beings beneath him to feel fear even when they look up at him.

His heart had never burned so brightly.

If one wants to realize one's ambitions, one must suppress one's trembling instincts and overcome him, or—overthrow him.

"You all need to understand that District 16 is ultimately our clan's territory. Those petty, underhanded tactics are fine to play around with; no one will take them seriously. But—"

His smile faded slightly, and the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes lessened, revealing clear, bright eyes that held a chilling edge.

"If you still can't grasp the situation and want to make an enemy of an entire tribe, then you should think twice."

Kato Ren slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, glanced around at everyone, and smiled:
"I'll let you all in on some news: His Majesty is about to awaken. If he wakes up and finds his descendants so cowardly as to kill each other, he might be furious. If he deletes our files and starts over, that would be a real problem."

Om-!
No one is calm anymore!
A shocking secret!

The legendary progenitor of the Others in District 16, the eternally immortal Night Emperor, is actually... is about to awaken?
This news struck everyone like a heavy blow.

Those who had dealt with the NA organization were genuinely panicked.

Some who had been observing the situation eventually became completely obedient.

Wu Xiang was satisfied with everyone's reaction and nodded, saying, "So the current crisis is not as severe as we imagined. However, if you want to prove your worth in front of His Majesty, you all need to take some action."

Kato Ren slowly stretched out his hands, palms facing upwards, like a bird flapping its wings.

"Therefore, right here, everyone, the time has come to pledge allegiance to the Night Emperor."

He looked like a devout priest, his expression excited.

As soon as he finished speaking, the buzzing sound in the distance suddenly grew louder.

Everyone was surprised, but when they looked up, they found that all the glass in the floor-to-ceiling windows behind Wu Xiang shattered with a series of loud crashes, and a strong wind rushed into the meeting room, stirring up a storm that scattered the white paper.

The shattered glass broke into snowflake-like fragments, instantly engulfing Wu Xiang's gaunt body.

"Beep beep!"

"Beep beep!"

"Warning! Enemy attack!"

"Warning! Enemy attack!"

Suddenly, a metal paddle-shaped object burst through the window and into the venue. It was a Black Hawk helicopter, the pilot of which was dead. In the distance, numerous drones were firing wildly, sparks flying from the helicopter's metal body.

It wasn't until a ton of high explosives flashed brightly that everyone realized this was a suicide terrorist attack!
"boom--!"

(End of this chapter)