Something big happened?
The War God’s heart tightened at those four words.
Old Tang, as the highest authority, usually faced issues with calm composure, never showing such urgency as today.
Clearly, this was no small matter.
Before the War God could ask, Old Tang hung up.
“Tang Fei, take me to the August First Building,” the War God said.
Tang Fei asked, “What about Ye Qiu?”
“Don’t tell him about the Bai family yet. When he gets to the capital, I’ll explain in person,” the War God said, then dialed Ye Qiu.
Ye Qiu was on his way to the hospital when he got the call.
He hadn’t been to work in a while, and with Bai Bing in the capital for a medical conference, he planned to check in on the TCM department.
He’d just parked in the hospital lot and was still in the car when the War God called.
“Ye Qiu, drop everything and come to the capital immediately,” the War God said.
Ye Qiu asked, “What happened?”
“Not clear yet. Old Tang ordered you to rush to the capital. Head to the Jiangzhou military zone now; a plane’s waiting,” the War God said. “When you arrive, come straight to the August First Building.”
“Yes, sir!”
Ye Qiu hung up, about to start the car, when a white figure appeared in front of it.
The Prophet!
She wore her usual attire: a white dress, a white headscarf, a purple crystal pendant around her neck, and delicate bare feet.
Why was this woman here?
Ye Qiu frowned, got out, and asked, “Still not giving up? You followed me to Jiangzhou?”
“I’ll say it again: I won’t agree to your request.”
“Go back to the Vatican!”
The Prophet looked at him, her blue eyes shimmering with a captivating glow, her lips parting slightly, “I’m not here for that. I came to warn you—you’re facing a life-or-death crisis soon. Be careful.”
Ye Qiu looked at her, surprised. “You came just to warn me?”
“Yes,” she nodded slightly.
“Thanks. Goodbye.” Ye Qiu waved, got back in the car, and drove straight to the Jiangzhou military zone.
As he left, the Prophet’s face turned deathly pale, a trickle of blood seeping from her lips.
Watching his car disappear, she murmured, “Just divining your fate cost me so much vitality.”
“I can’t help you this time.”
“Whether you survive this crisis is up to you.”
“Good luck, Ye Qiu.”
Her words faded, and she vanished from the spot.
On his way to the military zone, Ye Qiu called Old Ye to see if he knew what was going on.
But when the call connected, it wasn’t Old Ye—it was Shadow.
“Senior, where’s the old man?” Ye Qiu asked.
Shadow said, “He was summoned by Old Tang.”
Ye Qiu asked, “Do you know why Old Tang called him?”
“No idea,” Shadow replied. “He left in a hurry, so it must be something big.”
“Got it. Thanks.”
Ye Qiu hung up, his expression heavy.
“Old Tang called both the War God and Old Ye, and now me, rushing to the capital. What’s going on?”
Half an hour later, Ye Qiu arrived at the military zone, boarding an armed helicopter bound for the capital.
At 10:40 a.m., the helicopter landed at an airport near the August First Building. As Ye Qiu stepped off, a sharp-eyed middle-aged man approached quickly.
“Mr. Ye, I’m here to escort you on Old Tang’s orders,” the man said.
Ye Qiu recognized him as part of the guard regiment. “Thank you.”
“No trouble, Mr. Ye. This way.”
The man gestured, leading Ye Qiu to a red Hongqi sedan.
Ye Qiu noticed the military plate with a distinctive number—he’d seen it before.
“Is this the War God’s car?” Ye Qiu asked.
“No, it’s Old Tang’s,” the man replied.
Ye Qiu remembered: the night of the Forbidden City battle, Old Tang had arrived in this car.
“Mr. Ye, please get in. Old Tang’s waiting,” the man said.
Ye Qiu slid into the back seat.
The man drove the Hongqi swiftly toward the August First Building.
Ye Qiu felt a weight in his chest.
Old Tang ordering him to rush to the capital and sending his personal car signaled something major.
Twenty minutes later, the Hongqi entered the August First Building.
As Old Tang’s car, it passed the gate without inspection.
The man said, “Mr. Ye, this is as far as I go.”
“Thanks.” Ye Qiu got out, scanning the area. Over a dozen Hongqi sedans, each with special plates, were parked nearby.
“So many big shots. This is serious,” Ye Qiu muttered, heading inside.
Oddly, the guards and patrols didn’t stop or question him, as if he were invisible.
He recalled his first visit here, passing countless checkpoints and even being searched.
Then, Tang Fei appeared.
“Ye Qiu, Old Tang and the others are waiting in the ninth-floor conference room. Follow me.”
Tang Fei led him hurriedly to the ninth floor.
“Old Tang, why didn’t the guards check me today?” Ye Qiu asked, puzzled.
“Old Tang gave orders: from now on, you don’t need to be searched or questioned here,” Tang Fei said.
That explained it.
Ye Qiu pressed, “What’s going on? Why the rush to get me to the capital? And I saw all those big shots’ cars outside.”
Tang Fei shook his head. “I don’t know.”
“You don’t?” Ye Qiu was shocked.
Tang Fei wasn’t just a high-ranking member of the Underworld Palace—he held significant status.
“Believe it or not, I’m not even allowed in this meeting,” Tang Fei said.
“But it’s clear something big’s happened.”
“Hurry up!”
Tang Fei brought Ye Qiu to the ninth-floor conference room door. “Go in. I’ll wait out here.”
“Alright.” Ye Qiu pushed the door open.
His heart jolted.
The room held over a dozen old generals, each with three gold stars on their shoulders.
The atmosphere was silent and grave.
As Ye Qiu entered, all eyes turned to him.
“Greetings, Old Tang, esteemed generals,” Ye Qiu said, calm and composed.
“Sit,” the War God gestured to an empty seat beside him.
Ye Qiu sat next to the War God.
Old Tang spoke, “Everyone’s here. Let’s begin.”
