"Gone?"
Jiang Hou was stunned as he watched the projection turn into snowflakes.
At this moment, the screen changed, and a towering purple vortex appeared, with a modern building at the bottom, half of which was disappearing into the vortex.
In front of the building, a woman in uniform stood on a dimly lit, sci-fi styled radio platform.
"Sorry, Jiang Guardian Envoy, due to irresistible forces, your call connection with General Jiang Ruochan has been disconnected, and you cannot contact her."
"It's fine; it's normal for unexpected incidents to occur in such places." Jiang Hou nodded and hung up the call.
It was already five-thirty, about time to get off work.
The telephone on Jiang Hou's desk rang, and the receptionist's voice came through: "Minister, there's a package from Dragon City for you. Should we leave it at the front desk or have it sent directly to your office?"
Due to numerous titles, people had various ways of addressing Jiang Hou.
