"Because of the sudden interruption of the plan, the Elders Council has been putting pressure on the old marshal recently. At this point in time, the Elders Council should be in a meeting."
Looking at the commander who sat back in his seat and was about to video chat with the old marshal, Ruihe reminded him responsibly.
The smile in Renault's eyes gradually faded. He straightened the collar of his white military uniform, pointed his finger in the air, and connected the video.
A man who looked to be in his fifties immediately appeared in the picture.
The man was wearing a dark military uniform and sitting in a large black leather chair, with a huge silver-gray projection wall behind him.
Apparently, he was in some sort of conference room.
Renault nodded slightly, not too enthusiastically, to the person in the picture: "Father!"
Upon seeing him, the tall and strong man with a beard standing up from the table and staring at him: "What's wrong with you, little brat?"
"I don't care if you don't like these old guys in the Elders' Council, but why did you suddenly interrupt the Eternal Life Project?"
"Don't you know that I'm old and my body can't hold on any longer? And didn't you consider this matter more important than anything else?"
"I'm telling you, if you don't give me a satisfactory answer to this matter, I'm going to beat you to death."
When the elders at the conference table heard this, their faces turned dark.
Neither of this father and son is decent, and neither of them can make people feel at ease.
The father has a hot temper and is outspoken, while the son is insidious, cunning and willful.
Such an important plan was about to succeed, but it was stopped just like that.
"You were in the headquarters meeting?"
Although he didn't see any other figures, Renault could roughly guess the situation over there.
"Of course, otherwise, how would I know about all the stupid things you've done recently?"
The old marshal sat down angrily, looking at him sideways with a sour face: "I finally retired, can't you let me go out and have some fun? Can't you let me be quiet for a while?"
"They just had to stir up so much trouble, causing these people from the Council of Elders to bombard me one after another, making it impossible for me to calm down."
Renault raised his chin calmly: "Turn on the hands-free mode."
Brat, finally answered the question.
He has been acting for a long time and is extremely tired, but no one knows how to be considerate of an old man.
"Hurry up and deal with these guys. Tell them to stop bothering me. I'm going to find my second spring. If you delay my work, I'll beat you to death."
The old marshal also knew that in order to get rid of these old guys in the Presbyterian Church, he had to let his son, who didn't care about them at all, take action. So he happily turned on the speakerphone and handed everything over to him.
Renault raised an eyebrow: "What's the big deal about your second spring? Your son's spring is coming."
"What spring is coming? My second spring..."
The old marshal reacted immediately, his eyes widened, and he looked incredulous: "What? You little brat, are you finally going to not have to die alone?"
"Die alone?"
The left corner of Renault's mouth slightly raised, and his slender white fingers tapped rhythmically on the metal tabletop, and he said arrogantly and venomously: "Oh, I'm talking about you!"
"Hmph, with your character, is there anyone who would want you?" The old marshal was skeptical.
"Even if you like someone, they may not like you back."
His son looks okay and has a high status, but his temper is not very good.
He is overbearing and willful, and has always done his own thing since childhood. Even for something as big as joining the military department, he acted first and reported later, and was notified only after everything was finalized.