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Everyone was waiting for Zhao Lidong's backer to answer the phone.

but!

A crisp, emotionless busy tone announced the end of the call.

The smile on Zhao Lidong's face froze instantly.

The calmness and composure in his eyes were like glass hit by a stone, instantly covered with cracks, and then with a "crash", it shattered to the ground.

The whole room was dead silent.

The allies who had just been counting on him to turn the tide now looked at him with changed eyes.

Doubt, fear, and...

The fear of being abandoned.

Zhao Lidong calmed his panicked expression: "It's okay, it's okay, I'll try again, I must have pressed the wrong key..."

Chapter 86: No official may leave Handong without permission! Those who disobey will be shot on the spot

Platinum Club.

Zhao Lidong's fingers, like unruly puppets, hung stiffly in the air.

He wanted to call again.

Proves that his umbrella of protection is still very solid.

But when I called, no one answered.

"Secretary He is probably in a meeting, and his phone is on silent. It's normal, very normal."

As he spoke, he picked up the phone again.

This time, he didn't turn on the speakerphone.

The gazes of the people around him were like countless tiny needles, piercing his back and causing a burning pain.

Those faces that were once filled with flattery and awe now had strange expressions, ones of suspicion and fear.

Zhao Lidong felt his throat dry. He swallowed hard, slid his fingertips across the screen, and found the number of "Secretary He" again.

At the same time, in the conference room of Jingzhou Military Region Hospital.

He Liming had just stuffed the hot potato back into his pocket, his heart still beating wildly in his chest.

He forced himself to calm down, but the cold sweat oozing from his forehead and his slightly trembling body betrayed him.

Sha Ruijin.

Gao Yuliang.

No one speaks.

Zhou Shoujing was also waiting for orders from his superiors.

In this suffocating atmosphere, the door of the conference room was suddenly pushed open from the outside.

A loud "clang" broke the silence.

There were two people standing at the door.

Leading the group was a middle-aged soldier in a neat general's uniform, with a shining star on his shoulder.

He had a resolute face and eyes as sharp as an eagle, without a trace of emotion.

Behind him followed a young officer also in military uniform, standing like a pine tree with a gaze as sharp as lightning.

Zhao Yuanchao!

When they saw the person coming, Sha Ruijin and Gao Yuliang's pupils shrank almost imperceptibly.

He Liming's whole body stiffened and he almost slipped off the chair.

The unique murderous aura of the soldiers, tempered from mountains of corpses and seas of blood, instantly filled the conference room.

The delicate balance and false courtesy of officialdom in the conference room were shattered by this atmosphere.

Zhao Yuanchao's footsteps were light, but every step seemed to be stepping on the hearts of the three people.

He walked straight to the main seat.

"Now, I issue my second order."

His voice was not loud, but it carried unquestionable authority, like the sound of metal colliding with stone, resounding to the ground.

"During the Handong Martial Control Period."

He paused, and his sharp eyes swept over Sha Ruijin and Gao Yuliang in turn, and finally passed by He Liming's face, which had already turned pale.

"No official is allowed to leave Handong without permission."

"Anyone who disobeys will be shot on the spot!"

Shocking!

Sha Ruijin's brows instantly twisted into a knot.

As the top leader of Handong Province, he could not tolerate such direct orders that bypassed the provincial party committee.

This is not just a procedural issue, but also a challenge and trampling of local power.

He spoke in a deep voice, his tone firm: "General Zhao, martial law is a very serious matter. This is against the procedure."

There was unshakable majesty in his voice. He represented the entire Handong Provincial Party Committee.

Gao Yuliang didn't say anything, he just watched the scene in front of him silently.

The storm came too fast and too violently.

He needed time to judge the direction of the wind and decide how to deal with himself in this huge wave.

Faced with Sha Ruijin's questioning, Zhao Yuanchao's expression did not change at all.

He didn't even raise his eyelids, but just uttered a few words lightly.

"The procedure will be here soon."

The tone was very calm.

But the strong confidence and absolute control contained in it made Sha Ruijin's heart sink suddenly.

Just then, the phone rang urgently.

Sha Ruijin took a deep breath and answered the phone.

"I'm Sharijin."

I don't know what was said on the other end of the phone, but Sha Ruijin's face became extremely solemn.

He subconsciously straightened his back.

"Yes!"

"understand!"

"Resolutely implement the organization's decision!"

A few brief answers were clearly heard by everyone in the room.

He Liming felt like his world was collapsing.

Sha Ruijin slowly put down the phone, turned around and looked at Zhao Yuanchao with complicated eyes.

After a long time, he finally spoke, his voice hoarse and heavy.

"There's a call from above."

He paused, as if searching for the right words, but ultimately chose the most direct statement.

"Appoint Comrade Zhao Yuanchao to assume full responsibility for the military control of Handong Province."

The last syllable of the phrase "implementing martial law" had not yet dissipated in the conference room, but had solidified into a cold entity, pressing on everyone's chest.

Sha Ruijin seemed to still want to find room for maneuver from the sound of the disconnected electric current.

However, no.

The will from above was like a sword dropped from the sky, cutting off all procedures and authority of the Handong Provincial Party Committee.

Gao Yuliang didn't move.

His deep eyes were like two deep ancient wells at this moment, without any ripples.

He just looked at Sha Ruijin quietly, then at Zhao Yuanchao.

The chessboard was overturned, and all the chess pieces, black and white, were swept to the ground by an irresistible force.

Now, it's time to rearrange the pieces.

And he must find his new position.

Zhao Yuanchao's gaze finally shifted away from Sha Ruijin's face.

He seemed to be completely oblivious to the turmoil in the provincial party secretary's heart.

His gaze, like a searchlight, slowly swept over Gao Yuliang, and finally fell on He Liming, who was almost curled up in the corner.

Just this one look.

Just this one glance.

He Liming felt like a moth nailed to the wall, and the blood in his body froze instantly.

The string of reason in his brain finally broke with a bang.

He's done.

Everything for him is over.

He is not Sha Ruijin and has no right to question the procedures.

He is not Gao Yuliang, and he does not have the cunning to plan a way out.

He was just a vine clinging to a big tree, and now, the big tree that he thought could shelter him from the wind and rain was nothing but a pile of rotten wood in front of real thunder.