Chapter 920 - A Wise Decision (2/2)

Inside, his field of vision suddenly expanded.

It was a circular meeting room that resembled a Roman Religious Court. There were about 50 Dusk Church seniors on both sides of the conference room. Judging from the packed room, this meeting has already been in session for a while. At the same time as the gate opened, everyone’s focused shifted onto Lu Minghui.

“You are late, Mr. Bishop,” The old man sitting at the head of the table looked at his watch and softly said.

“There was some minor mishaps along the way.” Lu Minghui walked to the middle of the round conference room and bowed at the elder.

There were many bishops of the Sectarian Guardians, but only a few possessed actual power. The old man sitting in the head of the table was one of them. As the archbishop, he was in charge of all the decision making power including finance and military.

The old man nodded and did not pursue the reasons for his lateness. The dry lips slowly opened.

“Start reporting.”

Lu Minghui slightly lowered his head and began reporting.

“NAC has not taken a hostile approach to us despite the previous hostile relationship with the Orthodox led by Bo Yu. The covenant was agreed upon and Jiang Chen also liked the gift we offered. If the Holy Shield system is repaired, he promised to provide us with a sanctuary ground in Wanghai.”

People in the room whispered and exchanged some words. They were a little relieved. The old man sitting at the head of the table also nodded with approval. Obviously, he was quite satisfied with the good news brought by the bishop.

Seeing it was the right atmosphere, Lu Minghui adjusted the tone, and then said.

“As a gift, they gave us a container of cocoa beans…”

The discussion in the conference room came to an abrupt stop, and everyone’s expression, including the old man’s, froze. Everyone froze not because of embarrassment or anger, but because they were too shocked to react.

A container?

How big is a container?

A container of cocoa beans? Not mutated fruits? Or bullet shell grain?

Lu Minghui was not surprised by everyone’s reaction. He already experienced this feeling back in Shanghai, and until the container was loaded onto the freighter, he still remained in shock.

Looking at the seniors around the conferencetable , Lu Minghui looked at the old man sitting at the head and solemnly said.

“The strength of NAC is far beyond our imagination. We must re-examine our relationship with them.”

The skinny index finger rubbed on the armrest and the old man was silent. Compared with the senior figures present, he was considering the deeper meaning behind the gift and the daunting power of the NAC.

There was no goodwill on the wasteland. The only factor that allowed one to keep the other side calm was absolute power.

A long time later, the cracked lips slowly said.

“You’re right.”

Lu Minghui let out a sigh of relief.

“A wise decision.”