Time passed quickly. At around three in the afternoon, Assistant Bai Xing walked in to brief Yun Zhijuan on the progress.
"Boss."
Bai Xing held a transparent, ultra-tech tablet in his hand, displaying a variety of data.
"Nine commanders have all arrived on Bailu Island and passed certification. The voting channel will open promptly in an hour, and the inauguration ceremony will take place tomorrow at 9 a.m. You'll need to personally hand over the Black Mask and the Leader's Authority Card…"
Bai Xing reported matter-of-factly, line by line.
Yun Zhijuan listened absentmindedly.
While Bai Xing couldn't see his boss's expression, the look in his eyes and his fidgeting posture clearly showed that something was off about Yun Zhijuan today.
He paused his report and asked with concern, "Boss, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
"Nothing," Yun Zhijuan waved it off. Abruptly, he asked an almost ridiculous question.
