Everyone's gazes turned to the live broadcast at the same time, but soon, intermittent boos rang out. The reason was simple. The one looking over wasn't Mr. Mo, who had been a 'passerby' for a long time, but the female assistant behind him.
The first person to issue a warning was an Extraordinaire. Even in the circle of his own kind, being directly looked down upon like this was quite humiliating. It was hard to avoid a few retorts. "Are you all blind? What did Mister Mo just tell her?!"
"Is that so?"
"It seems so." Someone testified.
Mr. Mo had indeed called out to Yin Le, and the latter had bent down to listen carefully. Since it was a side view, it was impossible to see what he had instructed her. But in a few seconds, Yin Le straightened her body and turned her head slightly, giving the camera a clearer view of her side profile.
The camera and the line of sight were at the wrong angle, but it was obvious that Yin Le was looking in his direction.
At this moment, Mr. Mo nodded to the 'veteran' in the distance. He extended his thumb and pinky and made a hand gesture, indicating that he had something to do. The wheelchair beneath him turned around nimbly and headed towards the cruise that was docked at the pier.
He had actually left just like that.
There were no longer any obstacles between Mr. Mo and the cruise. Perhaps the Fusang Divine Tree's Great Divine Treasure System hidden in the endless sunlight was one, but the Pope of the Hundred Communities didn't show any intention of stopping him.
There were quite a few people who suspected that this extremely intelligent Pope Empress Dowager had already used her geographical advantage to secretly form a connection with Mister Mo.
Hadn't he already "volunteered" to do it?
After Mr. Mo left, Yin Le, who had been acting like a personal member, didn't follow him. On the contrary, she turned her body towards the lake and nodded in that direction.
The live broadcast paused for a moment. The camera language perfectly displayed the ignorance of the owner of the camera. Of course, he was definitely receiving instructions.
Two seconds later, the coverage area of the live broadcast began to shrink and rapidly converged on Yin Le's surroundings. It was obvious that the owner of the live broadcast was currently approaching Yin Le.
In the virtual venue, there were noises of "lock Mr. Mo down," but most people still maintained a high level of interest in the unforeseen event.
In the end, the camera gave Yin Le a close-up. From this moment on, the second-in-command of the Bloodflame Order, who only had a little fame in the inner world, had entered the sights of at least two-fifths of the Extraordinaries in the world.
However, her eyes were still a little out of focus. She didn't seem to understand Mr. Mo's arrangement, nor did she know anything about the live broadcast. She was just a narrator.
"What Sir means is that you can start bidding now."
The virtual venue was silent for a short period of time.
A considerable number of people looked at each other and exchanged glances. And on a level that was invisible to the audience, the information exchanged in secret should be a thousand times more than this.
With great difficulty, someone finally followed up, "That's … direct enough."
"Are you sure he didn't participate?"
Or perhaps …
The vast majority of people added a connection in their minds. Their gazes, whether direct or indirect, revolved around Ouyang Chen and Her Majesty Empress Wu.
Unfortunately, there was no response.
Yin Le didn't explain further after that. Instead, she turned to the veterans and comforted them. In the blink of an eye, the amount of energy and tongues spent on this had already exceeded the so-called announcement of the price. Moreover, the difference was still growing.
This also made all the participants certain that they couldn't obtain any more information from the live broadcast.
What made them even more annoyed was that the most crucial "picture-in-picture" had stopped.
It was as if an absurd play had suddenly come to an end.
The abstract changes that could cause the imaginations of the Extraordinaries present to run wild had suddenly locked onto a single instant. Even if all the participants' gazes were focused on it, they couldn't move it even a little bit.
Several seconds later, that small window turned into an irritating snowflake noise that drowned out the last bit of people's thoughts.
"F * ck, this is provocation!" Someone slammed the table and stood up. His stocky and stocky figure looked extremely intimidating, but unfortunately, there were only a few who responded.
The vast majority of people's thoughts were far from reaching the point where they needed to display extreme emotions. They only grew like weeds and flew around like mosquitoes.
"What's the meaning of this? Is he trying to show that he can control the transmission of information from the alternate dimension? "
"Why is he in such a hurry to show this? Is he tired of living? "
"Does he really want us to bid … that alternate dimension?"
"Cooperation and development? That's so smart! "
"Is he overthinking things? Maybe he's simply saying this to that operation team … to the people behind them. He's saying that he wants to use money to redeem them. "
Inside and outside the venue, the interaction between many people and many levels continued to heat up. However, the significance of the virtual venue itself wasn't that important anymore.
"I need to reflect on how a mere appraisal meeting has come to this stage."
Amidst the buzzing noise of the virtual venue, President Abner gently stroked the yellow beard on his cheek. He maintained a state of communication with Director Mou on Marlon's side, but the topic of conversation changed extremely quickly. "The broadcast from Ti City has stopped … But I heard that Cadru's soul has returned to his body. No matter what he does, he's still a member of the Society. Today, his soul was heavily injured, and the consequences are hard to predict. The Society has to do something about it. "
In a private conversation, Director Mou was much more frank this time. "Well, we're the ones who contacted Cadru. As the person directly responsible, we're the ones who can't shirk the responsibility … Don't even think about it. We definitely won't let such important research material go!"
"Is it Tianqi who's not letting it go, or is it Deep Blue who's not letting it go?"
"… We can discuss this issue after the meeting."
President Abner laughed. "Why do we have to discuss after the meeting? Of course, it's not good to end it in a hurry … Why don't we take a break first?"
The last sentence was directly transmitted to the ears of every participant.
"Take a break?"
"At present, the situation has already exceeded the scope of the original topic of the meeting. Due to the limitations of the conditions, there are still many people who haven't had the time to attend the meeting and participate in the discussion … For example, His Excellency the Priestess of the Order of Justice. Why don't we take a break for now? Tomorrow, or perhaps a few days later, we can discuss it again. "
Most of the participants were somewhat tempted. In reality, there were indeed many people who needed to gather their scattered thoughts. They also needed some time and space to settle their thoughts.
But then again, if the meeting was "adjourned," there was no doubt that it would give some of the true bigwigs the opportunity to form alliances. Perhaps the entire situation would be completely different during the next meeting.
It was even uncertain whether there would be a second half of the meeting.
Many people fell into a dilemma. The problem was that as the organizer of the meeting, President Abner had sufficient authority to enforce this "suggestion."
The next second, before some people could voice their objections, Marlon, who had received a signal from President Abner with his eyes, knocked on the table. "Then we'll take a break. As for the resumption time, we will inform you later."
Someone cursed out loud. However, the broken signal connection turned all of this into meaningless nonsense.
Most people didn't have the leisure to care about this. They needed to spend more effort to lock onto the truly meaningful information from this conference that had almost no conclusion. They also needed to use their own connections and other resources to search for the mine and dig out the real gold.
Of course, for some people who currently had first-hand information, it would be even better if they could seize the opportunity to capture a new entry point.
The plans of the higher-ups always needed to be executed by the people at the bottom.
Right now, in the operation team at North Mountain Lake, Team Deputy Mende had received the latest order.
This order bypassed their direct superior, Supervisor Bai, who did not really fulfill her responsibilities, and directly took command through the internal authority channel.
"Lock the original 'Format Space' settings and Captain's main authority. Activate full-sensory mode. Until there is a clear change of command, maintain this state!"
Mende confirmed his new supervisor. At the same time, he also confirmed that this "old superior" who was slightly younger than him was still in a bad mood. Therefore, he first opened his mouth to accept the order. After a while, he carefully added,
"Supervisor Yan, currently, the Apocalypse Array can no longer detect Captain Jimmy's signal. I'm afraid we won't be able to hold on here for too long …"
Yan Yongbo's voice sounded like he was chewing on ice. "I will activate the superior structure to give you the necessary support."
"This … Aren't you in Ti City? If it's consumed … "
"Care about what you should care about."
"Yes, sir."
Mende subconsciously straightened his back, causing the entire Deep Blue Walker to buzz. At the same time, the seventh-generation Dynamo Core that was deeply implanted in his brain and spinal nervous system emitted a clear electrical signal. It actively connected to the Archetype Format hub of him and all the other team members around him.
A layer of faint yet real and wonderful structure spread out from the distant void. It also seemed to be growing from the inside out. The two ends, near and far, resonated with each other and fused together at a higher level that surpassed the spiritual sea.
In less than a second, Yan Yongbo's "Superior Architecture" had crossed thousands of kilometers of the Pacific Ocean, arrived at Osaka, and exerted its influence.
However, this function was rather restrained. It was only a "template" with a weak stickiness. It helped the formatted space on this side, which was on the verge of collapsing due to the lack of the main axis, to do a simple splicing and gluing.
At the same time, the missing structures that had been glued together formed an even stronger magnetic force between each other. Then, he used this magnetic force to search for the signals of the main axes that had been cut off.
As for whether it was useful or not, Mende, who was on the frontlines, wasn't sure. It wasn't just because the signal was so weak that it far exceeded the limits of his perception. It was also because after the superior structure was laid down, frontline personnel like them only existed as "antennae." They no longer needed to undertake the function of "analysis."
It should be useful.
The long-range support of the Apocalypse Array consumed a lot of electricity!
Mende's active thoughts gradually settled in the deepest part of his heart until he entered an extremely quiet and pure state.
Whether Captain Jimmy's signal was there or not was no longer a problem for him to consider.
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