He had truly broken through to the early stages of late-stage demigod during his three months of training, and Chen Fan's aura now was vastly different from three months prior.
"Chen Tianjiao!" Commander Liu on the stage called out to Chen Fan.
"Here!" Chen Fan quickly responded from below the stage.
Chen Fan knew that the Sixth Commander might assign him a different kind of mission.
Chen Fan didn't dare to refuse and immediately accepted.
At this moment, the Sixth Commander, in front of everyone, directly conferred upon Chen Fan the title of acting leader of the Seventh District, a position that was currently vacant. Upon his return, he would be officially appointed the true leader of the Seventh District by the mysterious King of District Thirteen. Looking at the young Chen Fan, who was now his equal, the Sixth Commander couldn't help but ponder.
He vaguely felt that Chen Fan would forge his own path, or perhaps even reach a position to replace the King. However, the Sixth Commander dared not voice these thoughts, lest he face punishment from the Right Divine Hall.
Meanwhile, in the Right Divine Hall, someone was watching Chen Fan, this spirited young man, through a one-way mirror.
"I hope the mission involving Bai Lin doesn't harm you, and I hope you can return alive."
Then, the Right Divine Hall turned and left.
On the other side, Bai Lin, who had been imprisoned, was in distress.
"They won't let me go, so why lock me up?"
Bai Lin felt very wronged. The previous night, the high command of District Thirteen had apprehended her, fearing she would accompany Chen Fan to the dangerous Middle East.
Of course, Bai Lin wanted to go with Chen Fan.
However, this plan to confine Bai Lin was actually proposed by Chen Fan to the various commanders.
The other commanders then implemented it.
After all, the three months had significantly deepened the bond between Bai Lin and Chen Fan.
Chen Fan felt he loved Bai Lin more and more, and for Bai Lin, every action of Chen Fan had a unique impact on her.
Perhaps this was love.
This was the answer Chen Fan had given himself, as he couldn't explain it otherwise.
But Chen Fan understood the dangers of this trip to the Middle East. Any danger could leave an indelible impression on Bai Lin. Therefore, Chen Fan did not want Bai Lin to enter such peril. Chen Fan loved Bai Lin dearly, and Bai Lin loved Chen Fan equally. However, for their happiness, Chen Fan was more willing to have Bai Lin wait for him here.
This was all the love Chen Fan could offer Bai Lin.
This was all the love Chen Fan wished to give Bai Lin.
As the speech by the Commander of District Thirteen's Sixth District concluded, everyone followed the Sixth Commander to District Thirteen's most secure research facility.
During the past three months, the Seventh District had gradually returned to its former scale.
It now boasted over a thousand powerful martial artists, its own research team, and more than nine thousand armed personnel who had undergone rigorous training for three months.
However, the dark-skinned young man who had wanted to befriend Chen Fan earlier had fallen in action during an operation.
What kind of sparks would Chen Fan ignite in the Middle East with the entire new Seventh District?
No one knew.
However, for Chen Fan, it was best to head to the Middle East as soon as possible. After all, the mission had been accepted three months ago. Although District Thirteen had dispatched small groups of troops in batches during this period, each one had gone and never returned.
Perhaps this was just a ruse by District Thirteen to make the enemy believe their forces were inexhaustible.
As the transport planes gradually arrived at the tarmac of District Thirteen's main base,
teammates boarded the planes one after another.
The Seventh District members boarding the transport plane all carried a death wish.
At this moment, Chen Fan still looked in the direction where Bai Lin was confined.
The Thirteenth District's Sixth Commander, responsible for directing the boarding, noticed Chen Fan's action.
"Go and see her!" the Sixth Commander of District Thirteen said, approaching Chen Fan.
Chen Fan simply shook his head.
"I'm afraid if I go, I won't want to go to the Middle East. I'd rather not," Chen Fan told the commander of the Sixth District.
Hearing this, the Sixth Commander of District Thirteen also shook his head.
After all, what Chen Fan said was indeed the truth.
Humans were emotional beings, often controlled by their feelings.
Not going was Chen Fan's best choice.
Of course, Chen Fan could also choose to see Bai Lin before leaving.
But doing so might make Chen Fan seek to preserve his own life on the battlefield.
Chen Fan turned and headed for the military transport plane.
The cabin door of the transport plane slowly closed, and it began to take off and glide.
This trip to the Middle East would take at least two days for everyone on the plane to arrive.
Meanwhile, Bai Lin, still in her cage, received a telepathic message.
"I'm sorry, I can't take you with me this time. Although I would do my utmost to ensure your safety if I were there, war is truly cruel. The battlefield is ever-changing, and this mission is different from past ones. The danger level is too high. I'm sorry, I love you, Bai Lin. I won't take you down this path that may lead to no return, for you are the woman I deeply love. I have no right to let you suffer or grieve for me. Do not worry, your loving Chen Fan."
Upon hearing this telepathic message, tears instantly streamed from Bai Lin's eyes, and she began to sob uncontrollably.