The God of Quick Travel Is Back to Save the World

When Ran Youhuan had just repaired the gap in the world and returned to the fast-travel bureau from the void world, the complicated light screen flashed red alerts. The assistants anxiously reported to her one by one the dangerous world situation. The bracelet projected a video call from the director-general of the World Department. Ran Youhuan paused, her eyes were cold, and there was no trace of happiness or anger. She raised her eyes and looked at the small world light curtain that was suspended in the air and constantly collapsing, and her voice was so light that there was no ripple: "I will find the source and fix everything." The general director was extremely efficient, with a cold look on his face, and without a trace of emotion between his eyebrows, he called out a gray girl and said indifferently: "Your abilities and your attitude match up well. If you're troublesome, get rid of it. It's in the way." Fingertips gently brushed the cold interface of the console, and Ran Youhuan spoke in a deep voice, word by word: "She is less than sixteen years old, an age protected by labor laws." The pressure around the general director's body dropped sharply, his eyes were as sharp as a knife, and his tone was undisguisedly harsh: "Quick Travel Bureau is never a place for talking about favors. The world is on the verge of collapse, and the lives of hundreds of millions of lives are hanging by a thread. Are you still caring about your age? As a person in charge, you have neglected your duties to this extent, how dare you talk about protection here? If you delay any longer, can you afford all the consequences? " The red warning light went off clearly between the two of them, reflecting her always indifferent eyebrows, and also reflecting the sharp aura of her boss under the wrath, one calm and one angry, one soft and one strong, under the light curtain of the small world on the verge of collapse, the stalemate turned into a tense moment.