Chapter 155: Goodbye Thomas

The live broadcast had already reached the point where Yang Yi was delivering her thank-you speech; at this moment, the camera focused directly on her. Before she even began her address, countless bullet comments had already erupted into a frenzy.

"God Yi! God Yi!"

"My Yi-Yi (screaming), my master (twisting), the eternal god in my heart (darkly writhing)!"

"My powerful and compassionate goddess, you are the supreme existence in the world!"

"The day our Xia Nation returns to its peak is right now!"

"May our nation prosper and flourish!"

Almost everywhere in the world was watching the live broadcast of this bestow the insignia ceremony via the internet or international channels.

The office of the President of the Aka Nation.

The President of Aka sat before a semi-circular table in his new office, with other high-ranking officials standing beside him. In front of them was a large screen, which was broadcasting Yang Yi's thank-you speech live.

"Her political leanings are already quite obvious..." The President tapped the table lightly, speaking in a calm tone.

"Your Excellency, after our investigation and analysis, psychologists, behavioral analysts, and intelligence analysts from all sectors have all reached a conclusion that 'she is very safe.' It is highly probable she will not directly interfere with the global landscape..." said Robert White, the Director of the CIA.

"But now, even if she does not directly interfere, the Xia Nation is already using her prestige to pressure us. Gentlemen, the reality is right before our eyes," Vice President Alan Anderson said with an impassioned tone. "We have been forced to withdraw the military bases deployed around the Xia Nation, lost international prestige, and lost our status as the world's number one power. We must make a change!"

The crowd fell silent.

In fact, not a single person present was a fool. How to restore the status of the world's number one power? To surpass the Xia Nation comprehensively in military, economic, and cultural influence!

Currently, they could still proudly say that their military, economic, and cultural influence were unrivaled worldwide and led the Xia Nation.

But why had they suddenly been relegated to second place? The only variable was Yang Yi!

How to solve this single variable? They did not know.

"What are your high opinions?" the President asked.

"We tried to find her weaknesses." The United Organization of Superhumans, abbreviated as G. U. S., is the official awakened person management organization of the Aka Nation. The person in charge, Amanda Walker, paused. "In fact, in terms of strength, she has almost no weaknesses. She is the perfect body among awakened ones. No, perhaps 'super-perfect body' is more suitable to describe her..."

FBI Director Brewsterne smiled slightly. "If we cannot defeat her in terms of strength, then what about other aspects? There is more than just artillery shells that can kill a person. If we cannot destroy a person's body, then we can destroy their spirit."

Everyone's gaze turned to Brewsterne.

"According to analysis by experts from all sectors, this superhuman is almost a moral saint, a 'god' with not a drop of human blood on her hands, a person with relatively low worldly desires. She has a strong desire to control herself—and this desire precisely indicates that madness lurks deep within her heart. Undoubtedly, this comes from the experiences of her first half of life. What if we try to disrupt this self-control of hers?"

"If she has no bottom line, what benefit does that bring us?" someone asked.

"No, no, no, gentlemen. All harm done to her comes from her friends and family around her, from the compatriots she wishes to protect. What does that have to do with us?" Brewsterne smiled cunningly, his tone full of implication.

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After the bestow the insignia ceremony, Yang Yi accepted congratulations from nations around the world.

Some nations sent their presidents or kings or heads of state, some sent vice heads of state, and others sent ambassadors.

Every nation prepared national gifts for the Xia Nation, as well as personal gifts for Yang Yi.

It is worth mentioning that the symbolic meaning of the national gifts was greater than their actual value. However, for the personal gifts given to Yang Yi, the actual value was far greater than the symbolic meaning.

Yang Yi wore a calm and indifferent smile, shaking hands one by one with the presidents, kings, and heads of state from various nations. The Minister of Foreign Affairs stood beside her, introducing each one, while the interpreter followed closely, dutifully paying attention to where she might not have understood.

When the introduction reached the British Ambassador, Yang Yi's face showed a different expression for the first time. She smiled and said, "There is no need to introduce this one; we are good friends. During the month I lost my superpowers, it was thanks to him that I was taken in and cared for."

The moment the phrase "lost superpowers" came out, it immediately drew the attention of everyone present.

Although intelligence organizations from various nations had already learned of Yang Yi's experiences during that month, they still held a sliver of doubt regarding whether she had truly lost her superpowers. Yet Yang Yi mentioned it casually, as if it were a very ordinary matter.

The Minister of Foreign Affairs of the Xia Nation silently glanced around, his expression unmoving.

Thomas wore a black-blue bespoke suit. He was naturally thin, and the suit made him appear tall and elegant. Combined with the artistic aura he naturally possessed, among a group of middle-aged men who were either slightly bald or had protruding bellies, he stood out remarkably.

He extended his hand to shake Yang Yi's, revealing a perfect yet seemingly perfunctory and official smile: "Thank you for remembering me; it is an immense honor."

"Why make such an expression? It looks fake," Yang Yi said. "Given your personality, you wouldn't voluntarily request to take on such a position. Were you forced?"

The aide beside Thomas's face changed slightly, but he immediately recovered his official enthusiastic smile and explained proactively: "His Excellency the Hou Jue has only been appointed as the ambassador to your esteemed nation for less than three days and is not yet fully adapted... But if His Excellency the Hou Jue truly does not wish to, we... His Majesty the King will not force him."

Thomas shrugged his hands and raised his shoulders indifferently: "Perhaps they think that since I know you, having me serve as the ambassador this time will leave a good impression of Britain on you... After all, when you entered the Wembri Giant Cave to rescue the old King and the people, they fired nuclear missiles into it, and you haven't actively pursued this matter yet!"

This time, the aide's face finally could not hold back; it changed several times, just like the face-changing art of Sichuan Opera.

Yang Yi smiled, neither confirming nor denying.

Personally, she did not care, but she was unsure if the Xia Nation would use this to pressure Britain. Of course, she could not be the one to actively say she forgave them.

So she changed the subject and, as she used to, teased in a theatrical tone: "Then, Your Excellency the Marquess of Essex, the greatest surrealist painter in the world, my friend, what gift will you give me?"

"The British Foreign Ministry has already prepared a gift for you; it is a watch encrusted with gems," Thomas said, pulling the corners of his mouth into an extremely insincere smile.

"In fact, I prefer another one, that painting," Yang Yi blinked. "I think you know which one."

"Damn it, I never said I would give it to you," Thomas flatly refused.

The faces of everyone around changed.

The aide beside Thomas was about to faint.