Gui Mengjun glanced at the message, turned to his second uncle and said, "Please eat first. I have something urgent and need to make a call."

"Okay, go ahead," his second uncle replied.

Gui Mengjun picked up his phone, turned and left the private room, found an empty room in the corridor, and pushed the door open.

Standing in the room, Gui Mengjun felt the alcohol hitting him, his heart pounding. He frowned and dialed the number that had sent the message.

"Hello? Bro!"

"Is the news accurate?" Gui Mengjun asked in the local dialect.

"Accurate. I just asked. The old governor felt unwell around 5:00 PM. He didn't eat dinner and was taken to the intensive care unit around 6:00 PM. His condition deteriorated and he's being resuscitated right now." The other party also replied in the local dialect, "People from the General Headquarters and the Governor's Mansion have all gone over."

Gui Mengjun was silent for a moment, "What I mean is, is the old governor receiving routine treatment, or...!"

"This time it's very bleak." The other party replied in a very low voice, "I heard... the Governor's Mansion is already preparing for the funeral!"

Hearing this, Gui Mengjun's head buzzed. His first reaction wasn't to consider the political changes, but an indescribable feeling of grief.

After a brief silence, Gui Mengjun said in a low voice, "Call me with any news!"

"Okay!"

The two ended the call. Gui Mengjun felt a little dizzy, his left hand unconsciously supporting the wall, his chest felt tight.

"Bang!"

The private room door opened, and Su Miaomiao walked in, looking at Gui Mengjun's pale face with surprise, and asked softly, "Are... are you okay? Are you feeling unwell?"

Gui Mengjun glanced at her, his eyes actually a little red, and said, "...I just received news that my... our leader is critically ill."

"...!" Su Miaomiao was stunned for a moment, "The leader you're talking about...!"

"Yes, it's him." Gui Mengjun sighed, "I'm fine... I just need to rest."

Su Miaomiao supported his arm, "Sit down for a while."

...

Hanoi Capital, Xing Shan Sanatorium.

A regiment of guards was now fully deployed. Each tall and straight soldier, armed with live ammunition, stood in his position, checking the vehicles lining up to enter the sanatorium.

The streetlights were bright. Small license plate vehicles and inspection-exempt vehicles, rarely seen in the city, were now in line on the side of the road, waiting to enter like regular cars. Even the Hanoi mayor's car had to give way and wait on the side.

On the third floor of the sanatorium's main building, an old man in his sixties sat alone in a long, narrow corridor. His hair was gray, but he sat ramrod straight, a habit formed from years in the military.

The old man was wearing a gray Zhongshan suit, his white hair combed back. His slightly aged face was covered with wrinkles, but on closer inspection, one could see that he had been a handsome young man in his youth.

His name was Pu Xingbang, the administrative chief of the Old Triangle region and the deputy commander of the General Headquarters.

Time passed by, and the stairwell and lounge outside the corridor were filled with people. The youngest was over fifty years old, and the lowest-ranking military officer was a lieutenant general.

...

In the seaside villa district.

After resting for a while, Gui Mengjun and his third sister walked back to the private room together.

Entering the door, Gui Mengjun smiled and walked to his second uncle, whispering a few words in his ear.

The second uncle was stunned for a moment, and immediately waved his hand and said, "...Critically ill?"

"Yes." Gui Mengjun replied in a low voice, "Don't make a sound. I have to leave first. Let Mengzheng have dinner with you, because our relationship with the upper echelons is also...!"

"Understood, understood!" The second uncle nodded understandingly, "We can eat anytime. You go and take care of things."

"Okay, I'll come back tomorrow." Gui Mengjun replied immediately, "Get some rest early!"

"Don't worry about us, go ahead!" The second uncle urged, "You'll be busy tomorrow, so don't bother coming back. Important matters come first."

"Okay, Uncle, I'll go first!" Gui Mengjun got up, picked up his wine glass, walked around between the tables, greeted everyone, and left in a hurry with his followers.

During this time, Su Tianyu and the others had no idea what was happening, and only thought that Gui Mengjun's company had encountered some urgent matter.

About half an hour later, the banquet ended, and Gui Mengzheng personally escorted everyone back to the villa before leaving in a hurry.

In the living room, Su Tianyu felt that something was wrong, so he found his third sister alone, "It was supposed to be a good meal, why did it end so abruptly? What did he go to do?"

Su Miaomiao blinked her eyes and whispered in her younger brother's ear, "The governor here is critically ill. You know the Gui family's relationship with the upper echelons, so he has to go back."

Su Tianyu was shocked when he heard this, "Is he not going to make it?"

"Yeah, he's not going to make it this time." Su Miaomiao replied softly, "He's over ninety years old after all... he's been hanging on by a thread."

Hearing this, Su Tianyu also felt a strange emotion in his heart, "A great man of his generation, alas, he can't overcome the years after all."

"Why do you seem so sad too?" Su Miaomiao didn't feel much.

"The first lesson I had at the Army University was the Northwest War in the China region." Su Tianyu sighed and said, "He's someone who can appear in special war case studies in Area One four times!! You don't know those officials in Area One! They're very arrogant. For a military leader from a backward and remote ethnic group to appear in their area's study material, that's a soldier's honor."

"...I don't quite understand, but I can tell that Mengjun's emotions have changed."

"Of course you don't understand, you're not from here." Su Tianyu replied with his hands behind his back, "It seems we'll have to stay here for a while."

...

Hanoi Port.

Da Xiong, Lao Hei, and Hou Guoyu, who couldn't fly due to their identities, also quietly rushed to the Old Triangle after detouring. They were picked up by the Gui family and sent directly to the villa district.

Around 9:40 PM.

Inside the third floor of the sanatorium, Pu Xingbang lowered his head, smoking a cigarette.

"Ding~!"

The light in the emergency room went out, and a senior colonel-level military doctor pushed the door open, wiping the sweat from his forehead, and said in a nervous tone, "...Chief! We... we tried our best!"

Silence, after a brief silence, Pu Xingbang calmly extinguished the cigarette and got up to straighten his clothes.

"The governor will only see you alone!" The senior colonel stepped aside.

Pu Xingbang clenched his fists and walked quickly into the emergency room.

...

It was still morning in Area One.

After eating breakfast in the prison area, Su Tiannan walked up to a middle-aged strong man, "Is it today?"

"Yes, the chief supervisor will come to pick people up and will name you to participate in the activity." The middle-aged strong man replied in a low voice, "I'll give you a contact number, remember it, don't write it down."