BXBX NOVEL But no one responded to him.
Instead, he was met with the chill of specially made handcuffs.
The coldness around his wrists made the elderly mans eyes somewhat hazy.
He seemed to see his like-minded classmates from decades ago, he seemed to see his former spirited silhouette.
This scene unfolded simultaneously across numerous locations in the Federation.
The action of Strategic Third Bureau was extremely swift.
However, not everyone responded passively like Constantine, most people chose to resist fiercely and then attempt to escape.
But escape was certainly not achievable.
After all, the person in charge of this operation was one of the Federations three Great Grandmaster-level Eighth Grade Martial Artists, Wesley Yorke!
This time the Federations action was significant, everyone realized the severity of the situation.
Some people with ulterior motives kept their thoughts to themselves.
Of course, these people were in the minority, most people contributed even the slightest bit of strength for the Federation, for themselves, and for the world.
The fast forward button of time was pressed again, fifty years passed in an instant.
And in the rapidly developing Federation, fifty years had brought about many many changes.
The members of the Federation Council were replaced time and time again.
William Yorke, Carson Dutton, Victoria White, and countless others stepped down from the stage of history.
A new generation took over the predecessors, becoming the second batch of pioneers.
The one thing that remained unchanged was the Speaker of the Federation, Milton Cheney!
Martial Arts truly became an indispensable part of this world, permeating everyones life.
The world had been peaceful for fifty years, and developed for fifty years.
The Subspace became a place visited by numerous people. The massive rock hanging over the heads of Federation citizens seemed to have disappeared.
But those who understood the situation knew that this was just the calm before the storm!
Capital City, Third Strategic Center.
Milton Cheney still had the appearance of a middle-aged man, it seemed there was not much change from decades ago.
Standing next to him on the top of the Strategic Center was Wesley Yorke.
Has there been any information transmitted back?
Milton Cheney asked softly.
Wesley Yorke shook his head: There hasnt, we can only resist head-on.
Wesley Yorke also had the appearance of a middle-aged man, his talent in Martial Arts cultivation was even higher than Milton Cheneys.
If Milton Cheney was considered an outsider, then there was no doubt that Wesley Yorke was the son of the era for this world.
The all-out attack from the Alternate World is coming. Three days ago, a new Subspace was discovered in the Southern District. Even though it was cleaned up quickly, it has undoubtedly sounded an alarm for us. Keep in mind, a new Subspace hasnt appeared for decades.
Milton Cheney said.
Wesley Yorke nodded without uttering a word, his gaze looking down.
Do you think theres meaning in what were doing?
Milton Cheney cheerfully said.
Yes!
How come you talk less as you get older, I remember you used to talk quite a lot, now youre almost like a statue.
Milton Cheney said with a smile, ribbing Wesley Yorke.
The older one gets, the less lovable they became indeed.
Wesley Yorke didnt respond to that, he exhaled lightly, then began to speak: No, I still dont agree with your plan, it has to be me who carries it out, you cant!
Old Man Cheney, I am now stronger than you are, and more suited for your plan.
I can die, but you cant! bender
Wesley Yorke said seriously. It was not the first time he had said such words. Milton Cheneys face didnt change upon hearing these words, he still looked cheerful.
Why are you still thinking about these things? We have already agreed, and the Council has voted on it.
It wont work, I disagree! I demand to initiate a new council session, I have the right to do so.
Wesley Yorke wasnt affected by Milton Cheneys words.
Having said that, he prepared to leave the place.
Milton Cheney was someone he had grown up with. Besides his own father, Milton Cheney was the elder he respected the most.
Now that Milton Cheney had actually drafted a suicidal plan, it was understandable for him to have such a strong reaction. Even if you start again, its pointless. I have a veto right. Milton Cheney cheerfully said.
Indeed, upon hearing this, Wesley Yorke stopped in his tracks.
Have you managed the Federation for a hundred years, just to meet your death in the end?
I dont understand. Everyone only has one life; your life is so much more important than mine, why wont you let me take your place? Wesley Yorke spoke word by word.
While speaking, his gaze was fixed on Milton Cheneys eyes.
This was the first time he spoke to Milton Cheney in this way.
Milton Cheney didnt reply, he continued to smile merrily, Wesley Yorke couldnt discern what Milton Cheney was really thinking.
He didnt really have just one life at all.
Wesley Yorke had no idea that this elder didnt actually belong to this world.
I think your survival is much more important than mine. Your journey is the stars and the sea, perhaps we still have the chance to meet even after my death.
Milton Cheney shrugged and said, just like an old child.
Hearing Milton Cheneys words, Wesley Yorke was dumbfounded.
This elder of his was spouting nonsense again.
What did it mean by his journey was the stars and the sea, what did it mean by a chance to meet even after death?
Did you even hear what you were saying?
After a moment, Milton Cheney spoke: This is just a backup plan. If we can resist the Alternate World smoothly, naturally I wont activate the plan.
I still want to live a few more years, to enjoy life.
Wesley Yorke didnt reply, he turned and left the place.
Milton Cheneys gaze didnt linger on Wesley Yorkes figure, instead, it was directed from the top floor towards the lower levels. In his eyes, there was a trace of profundity..