Sky-cracking Rider

Huang Xiulun's preparations within six hours are, of course, not merely to rely on words to make those military leaders understand the actual situation.

He also needs to assemble a team of experts to evaluate and simulate this meeting.

Meeting is one thing; not meeting is another. The subsequent impact on "Atlantis" and the Satellite City, as well as on the Blue Star Civilization, requires various complex and professional analyses to pre-assess all potential consequences of Chen Fei's decisions.

If the meeting is beneficial, then let him go.

If the meeting will only bring disaster, then it must be prevented at all costs.

Therefore, even though Chen Fei notified Huang Xiulun unilaterally, as a collective, they cannot truly let this youngster act recklessly. Previously, they tolerated this solo mayor's antics, but it was still within an acceptable range for everyone. The choice was between two benefits to take one, or between two harms to avoid the more significant loss. Otherwise, how could those military leaders willingly be sent to the Satellite City? The equipment in their hands was never just fire sticks.

The City Management Committee convened an emergency meeting again. This time, not only the sovereign forces of the American Federation and Europa, but also the military leaders of Asia and Africa began to complain, wondering how they had the audacity to talk directly with a Divine Breed. How-Dare-YOU!

By the time everyone was online for the meeting, an hour had already passed.

The affairs of "Atlantis" and the Satellite City are intricate. Even with AI assistance, unexpected situations that cannot be handled automatically still emerge one after another, and the ones making the decisions are precisely these military leaders, so it was not easy to gather all the committee members in haste.

"Here is the preliminary report just issued by the expert team. You can look at it carefully later, but the evaluation basis is insufficient to be relied upon. The current assessment result indicates a 65% possibility for negotiation."

There wasn't much time for idle talk, so Huang Xiulun, who presided over this temporary emergency meeting, treasured his words like gold and directly reported the evaluation result without repeating the contents of the report.

Unlike his worries, the expert team's assessment was more optimistic.

If that Divine Breed, hidden somewhere unknown, were hostile to them, it wouldn't have allowed the "skylight" to be completely established. Without its intervention, descending dry ice blizzards, winds over level ten, and extreme subzero temperatures below minus 100 degrees Celsius would be enough to take their lives.

The venue was in an uproar.

No one expected the expert team's opinion to align with Chen Fei's side.

It's one thing for an ignorant youngling to be fearless like a tiger cub, but for these professionals proficient in psychology, game theory, and negotiation studies to support a meeting tantamount to seeking death was another matter.

"However, the expert team suggests that someone else should speak with the Divine Breed, not the 'Rookie'!"

Had it not been for Huang Xiulun's timely shift, the meeting would have exploded immediately.

This statement caused the meeting, which was like a volcano ready to erupt, to suddenly become as silent as a cloudless sky.

No one opposed this dialogue with the Divine Breed "Sagali." Even if it truly meant certain death, no one wanted Chen Fei, a crucial figure for everyone, to go.

If the "Spatial Branding" could transfer to others, everyone present would gladly send Chen Xiao'er on the road without hesitation.

Chen Fei's importance lies not in himself, nor in his Psi Skills, but in the "Spatial Branding" that holds a vast amount of resources, which is the greatest guarantee for everyone's survival on "Antalu."

"Alright then!"

The military leader from the American Federation was the first to raise both hands and feet in support.

"Who's going? We can send someone!"

Africa lacks no brave men unafraid of death.

"You all will just mess things up."

The Goryeo military leader gloomily jabbed a knife, a move they're accustomed to.

"Huh? Say that again?"

The black brothers from Africa immediately expressed tenfold dissatisfaction and eightfold grievance, challenging them to a duel to experience the martial arts of the black continent, which can't be compared to the flashy moves of the Goryeo Peninsula.

"Who's afraid of whom! One-on-one or all together, bring it on!"

"Ha! Bring it on; I'll send a hundred people, and you send a thousand. We'll take on ten of yours with one of ours!"

"What's so great about one against ten? Face it alone; we'll all come at you!"

"Ha! Shameless! If you've got the guts, come on!"

"Come on!"

...

With a bit of a fierce attitude, how can one become a soldier and eat government rations? The half-pint teammates shouted at each other, with a wounded pig not fearing boiling water and another accustomed to smooth-talking, arguing fiercely when someone from The First Sovereign cleared their throat, bringing the farce to an abrupt halt.

If those chatty fellows who like to talk about ruling the universe could hold back a bit, they'd have a place in the top-tier sovereignty game circle.

"We'll send people from The First Sovereign to form a negotiation team to contact the Divine Breed."

The First Sovereign isn't worried about a lack of daredevils among these younger brothers but fears they'd mess things up.

Divine Breed "Sagali" is not so easygoing. Perhaps it already considers them as insignificant ants under its nose, indifferent and inattentive. But if the conversation goes wrong and hits a nerve, it might result in relentless hostility toward the humans of "Atlantis" and the Satellite City. How can humanity survive lacking top-tier combat power?

"Agreed!"

The military leaders from Europa exchanged glances, recognizing this as a mature and prudent proposal.

"Agreed!"

The sovereigns of the American Federation unanimously agreed.

The army lacks no men unafraid of death; candidates are easy to select, but the distribution of numbers and proportions will spark another contest.

A new struggle began, and the City Management Committee is the largest Jianghu in "Atlantis." At times, military leaders still have pride to consider, but politicians are shamelessly brazen at all times and places; what is a face worth? Can it be eaten? So, wearing a mask daily is normal.

They bickered for over two hours without reaching a conclusion.

If it weren't for the fact that they have now split into two cities, some might have invited each other to fight directly, addressing subsequent matters only after a bloody brawl over trivial issues, an everyday occurrence for military leaders, of little consequence.

Suddenly, consumed by the chaotic progress of the meeting, Huang Xiulun exclaimed in surprise.

"Oh no, the 'Rookie' is out!"

The online meeting of the City Management Committee, initially as chaotic as chickens flying and dogs jumping, suddenly became a mess of feathers and fur.

"How did he leave, and why wasn't he stopped!"

The people from The First Sovereign jumped up, appalled by the lack of organization and discipline, wondering how he could have snuck away!

The American Federation's people shouted after them: "Quickly, send someone to bring him back!"

"He can't be brought back without a specially designed vehicle!"

With a bitter smile, Huang Xiulun explained that they only had one experimental mobile base vehicle capable of adapting to the harsh environment outside the "skylight." There's simply not enough time to modify a second one.

More importantly, they do not have an extra SEG Core Unit.

The SEG Core Units of "Atlantis" and the Satellite City exist in only two places: one is the supporting column of the "skylight," and the other is in the Crystal Jets of the Sky Knights. The former cannot be moved; if it were, the city would be fully exposed to Antalu Planet's extremely harsh winter dry ice blizzards, and everyone would die.

The latter?!

The Sky Knights would undoubtedly beat anyone trying to forcibly dismantle the core components of a Crystal Jet into submission.

Without an extra SEG Core Unit, there is no way to ensure the safety of a modified vehicle in extreme outdoor weather; venturing out is a death sentence, with both the person and vehicle being smashed to pieces.

Clang, clang, the dry ice struck the sharp Blade Wing, resonating with clear sounds.

Chen Fei and the Guard Party Wei Jun sat inside the cockpit of the X-D-005 Giant Dragon-type Combat Mobility Armor. The mechanical dragon, identical in appearance to the Metallic Dragons, flew leisurely in the blizzard, and the ice and stones capable of turning ordinary vehicles into scrap couldn't shake the armor of the dragon's body.

Like the Mobile Base Vehicle moving slowly in the distance, this mechanical dragon was also fitted with an SEG Core Unit—two of them, in fact.