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Chapter 338: Chapter 337: Nangong’s Analysis (1/5) Chapter 338: Chapter 337: Nangong’s Analysis (1/5) “This is too much!”

Nangong slammed the table and stood up, his face turning bright red.

As the commander of the Fire Phoenix army and also the main target of the slander, Nangong’s eyes were red with fury.

“Sit down.”

The old man in the Zhongshan suit glanced at him, his face expressionless.

“But they–” Nangong, pointing at the video, had hands that trembled with rage.

“I told you to sit down!”

Seeing the old man’s firm stance, Nangong threw up his hands in frustration and sat back down.

At that moment, a gasp sounded throughout the conference room, and the surrounding mockery stopped abruptly.

Nangong looked up and saw a familiar fire dragon appear in the video.

Entwined in blazing flames, it pinned a griffin against the hull of a ship.

Atop the fire dragon’s head there stood a figure entangled in flames, and the person’s right hand was hoisting up the very Slavic man who had been hurling abuse previously.

Everyone in the conference room held their breath, eyes glued to the video, watching the defiant figure.

The man’s heart-wrenching screams echoed as he was burned to ashes.

The person filming the video seemed unable to bear watching, as the camera kept turning away, missing many shots.

If an ordinary person were to witness this scene, they would undoubtedly be terrified, but those present were all Iron-blooded Generals.

Watching the youth atop the dragon’s head, they all showed looks of approval.

“Good!”

The loud, boisterous voice rang out, and without looking anyone knew who it was.

Although they also thought the youth was commendable, they could not express themselves as usual due to the setting.

“There’s something off about him.”

Nangong’s voice drew everyone’s attention. Among the twelve generals in the conference room, Nangong might not be the strongest, but he was certainly the most skilled in fire elements.

Qin Zhenbei’s face fell, and he looked at Nangong with annoyance: “What’s off about him? Is it just because he isn’t one of your men? Why are you so petty?”

“You!” Nangong, infuriated by his words, was red-faced and gasping for breath: “How am I being petty!”

“If you weren’t petty, you wouldn’t be saying something’s off with him. After all, he just helped your Fire Phoenix army cleanse its disgrace,” Qin Zhenbei said, and seemingly not satisfied with his remark, added under his breath, “Pettifogger.”

The volume of his muttering was loud enough for the whole room to hear.

Nangong closed his eyes and took several deep breaths, his complexion slowly calming. He looked at Qin Zhenbei calmly: “Regardless of what you say, whether it’s being petty or jealous, if something’s off, it’s off.”

“I can’t forget my responsibility just because he helped cleanse the humiliation of the Fire Phoenix army.” His voice gradually deepened: “As for you, Qin Zhenbei, don’t let personal likes and dislikes affect your judgment.”

“We’ve gathered here to discuss national affairs, not to throw tantrums.”

Nangong’s resonant voice echoed in the conference room, eliciting thoughtful expressions from the others.

Qin Zhenbei opened his mouth to retort but couldn’t find the words.

Thump, thump!

The old man in the Zhongshan suit put down the gavel, rubbing his temples with a headache: “That’s enough from you two. Nangong, let’s hear your thoughts.”

“Yes!” Nangong stood and saluted respectfully: “I’ve carefully observed the video footage just now. Although the picture would shift at times, I’ve still picked up on some details.”

Accepting the remote control handed to him by Xiaosun, Nangong moved the progress bar of the video back a bit.

“Look here, this person should be the leader of the Slavs,” Nangong circled Valery with the drawing tool, then emphasized with another circle around his actions: “In this video clip, this guy covers his mouth with his hand twice.”

“What could that possibly mean, that people aren’t allowed to cough in the freezing cold of the Floating Ice Sea Area?” Qin Zhenbei said, clearly annoyed.

Nangong didn’t answer immediately but clicked on play instead.

Shortly after Valery made that gesture, Shao Zifeng covered his head with his hands, and then the camera shifted, not capturing the scene completely.

Next, Nangong rewound the video progress bar, Valery covered his mouth with his hand again, and then Shao Zifeng once more covered his head, his body’s flames becoming even more violent.

After comparing the two details, the faces of generals from other legions all took on a thoughtful expression.

A few elderly men at the center of the conference table exchanged glances; apart from the chairman, it was their first time watching this video.

The thin elderly man in traditional Chinese attire coughed lightly, leaning on his cane as he spoke: “Nangong, share your thoughts.”

Nangong glanced at Qin Zhenbei: “I suspect that this kid was controlled by someone from the Holy Origin Society during the time he disappeared.”

This statement set off waves of shock throughout the meeting room.

Some generals found this conclusion unacceptable, as from the two video clips, it appeared that every time he was doing his utmost to save the Snow Dragon.

As a result, many generals had quite a favorable impression of the young man.

Qin Zhenbei was especially unable to accept it, his eyes bulging as he was about to curse, but fortunately, someone held him back.

“Silence!”

The elderly man dressed in a Zhongshan suit tapped his gavel, and once the room fell quiet again, he looked at Nangong: “Continue.”

“Regarding that conclusion, aside from what I have already mentioned, I have two more pieces of evidence. First, where did he disappear to during the time he fell into the sea? We all know what it means to fall into the sea and go missing for several days in the Floating Ice Sea Area; why was he able to return unscathed?”

“The second is concerning the flames on his body.”

“Flames?”

Nangong nodded, then brought up the footage of Qiuqiu from the previous video.

“Take a close look at this fire dragon. In the first video, the flames on its body are dark red. But in the second video, not only does the fire have a faint purple hue, but even the shape of the flames beneath has changed.”

As he spoke, he enlarged the video footage. Although it was not very clear, one could discern slight changes in the shape of the flames beneath.

“This…”

“Everyone knows that I specialize in fire, and I’ve seen a few Combat Training Masters with a special ‘Bonding Reaction’ fire, but even an eighth-tier Combat Training Master wouldn’t be able to burn someone like this with just their own energy.”

“Putting these clues together, I’m convinced he might have been controlled by the Holy Origin Society using some unknown methods,” Nangong said, then saluted the central conference table: “I have finished.”

The other generals, looking at various parts of the video and comparing them seriously, showed expressions of regret. If Shao Zifeng was truly controlled as Nangong claimed, no matter how much they admired the boy, they’d have to… after all, the security of the Daxia kingdom outweighs everything else.

The elderly man in the Zhongshan suit coughed lightly and said cheerfully, “Today’s meeting was called mainly because of him. Nangong has just stated his viewpoint, does anyone else have a different opinion?”

Slight murmurs of discussion then filled the conference room.

Although there were some disagreements, most tended to agree with Nangong’s statement.

Seeing that the discussion among everyone was almost over, Nangong rose to his feet again.

“Considering all the above, I believe this person poses a certain risk and should be further investigated. I request a vote on this proposal,” he said.

As the initiator of this viewpoint and with the support of others, Nangong was entitled to bring it up as a motion for a vote.

The reason was that this emergency meeting hadn’t predefined any topics, so any issue brought up during the meeting could be voted on as a motion.

“Request my ass!”