Chapter 33

"By then, everyone will become a mentor to the new members, joining the training team.

Not only must you teach them combat techniques, but more importantly, you must pass on our spirit and beliefs.

Remember the original intention behind the country's cultivation of us—not just for heroism on the battlefield, but to pass on a spirit."

Once these words were spoken, the captains felt their hearts swell and their eyes grow moist; they had never imagined

that what the motherland had prepared for them was not an arrangement for "retirement," but the assignment of a brand-new and vital mission.

"However, before that, there is one urgent task that requires everyone's joint effort to complete."

As Qin Meng spoke, he distributed the materials in his hands to everyone.

"I need you to collect and organize information on Summoners from every region of the country, ensuring not a single place is missed,

and record it all in detail within the files."

"The country has already issued a public notice regarding this matter, and the public's response has been very enthusiastic.

Many people have spontaneously come to queue outside the Summoned Creature Research Institute, eager to register their information."

Speaking of this, Qin Meng's eyes held both gratification and emotion; it was a profound feeling regarding the cohesion of the citizenry.

In a hidden corner deep behind the bustling city,

inside a conference room decorated simply yet exuding an extraordinary aura, the heavy doors and windows were tightly shut,

blocking out the last trace of light from the outside world, causing the room to be immersed in a dim and mysterious atmosphere.

On the conference table, a faint beam of light passed through a gap in the curtains, lazily casting itself upon the floor.

Several high-ranking national officials in formal attire sat around a long, circular table,

and the tension in the air was like an overflowing tide, pressing against everyone's heart.

"Do you think that the Envoy from the Mao Xiong Guo will really appear here?"

The voice of Meng Lingchuanxi from Da Xiong Guo was low and slightly doubtful, breaking the silence of the room.

Charlie, with his hands gently folded across his chest, had a faint, imperceptible smile at the corners of his mouth,

and his eyes flashed with an unquestionable brilliance.

"Rest assured, their arrival is almost certain. On this chessboard, Mao Xiong Guo cannot afford the price of absence."

As his gaze shifted, Charlie's eyes fell upon a middle-aged man on the other side of the conference table.

This man was wearing a well-tailored purple suit, and his side-parted hairstyle was groomed meticulously.

"Xiao Han Nation has rapidly changed its leadership; the fall of Guan Enzheng and the succession of Pu Linyuan

all demonstrate their decisiveness and efficiency."

Charlie's assessment contained both admiration and a touch of lament for the unpredictable nature of the current situation.

Pu Linyuan, this newly appointed person in charge of Xiao Han Nation, smiled slightly upon hearing this,

and a trace of imperceptible coldness flashed across his thin face.

He stood up gracefully and bowed slightly to the representatives of the various countries sitting around.

"Gentlemen, it is a pleasure to meet you for the first time. I am Pu Linyuan, the new person in charge of Xiao Han Nation,

and I will be inheriting the responsibilities of Guan Enzheng."

His smile carried a touch of humility, but deep within those eyes, a hint of viciousness was hidden.

Although the leaders of the various countries felt surprised by such a change, they only responded with faint nods;

clearly, compared to the change of leadership, they had more pressing issues in their minds that needed to be discussed.

"Charlie, can the plan you proposed really force Mao Xiong Guo to participate in the next contest?"

Steve, the representative of the Triumphal Empire, frowned, his tone revealing a hint of doubt.

"You must know that Long Guo and Mao Xiong Guo have long maintained a good cooperative relationship."

"Are you not afraid that Mao Xiong Guo will choose to intentionally throw the match?"

Steve's worry was not without reason.

"No need to worry, they don't have the guts."

A flash of brilliance crossed Charlie's eyes, and a cold smile appeared at the corners of his mouth.

"Although Long Guo has risen and is no longer controlled by others, the situation of Mao Xiong Guo is different.

Without our support, their prosperity would be like a dream bubble, shattering in an instant."

"The cutoff of economic aid, the blockade of strategic resources, the massive market demand..."

He counted them one by one, and every word seemed to carry the weight of a thousand catties.

"As long as Mao Xiong Guo has the slightest intention of defiance, whether it is refusing to participate in the war or intentionally admitting defeat,

we can impose severe sanctions on them in these key areas."

Charlie's words were calm and sharp.

"In this way, no matter how reluctant the representative of Mao Xiong Guo may be in their heart,

for the long-term interests of the country, they can only accept it."

"Moreover, once Mao Xiong Guo clashes head-on with Long Guo, no matter the outcome,

it will be beneficial to us without any harm. If both sides suffer, that is a result we desire even more."

The people present, upon hearing these words, could not help but cast complex looks at Charlie.

This man, who appeared gentle and refined but was actually ruthless and cunning in his methods, made people both admire and fear him.

Just as everyone was discussing, a burst of rapid and forceful footsteps echoed in the corridor along with the sound of reverberation.

"What a joke!"

Outside the door, a voice was low and full of power, as if it could shake people's hearts.

"At such a critical juncture, it's one thing that the bodyguards aren't allowed in, but you actually dare to try and strip me of my weapon? A joke! Do you not carry guns? Do you take me for a three-year-old child to be easily coaxed?"

The words carried anger.

The conversation inside the conference room came to an abrupt halt, and everyone understood without speaking.

Outside the door, who else could it be but Alexandra, known as the "Hammer of Mao Bear"?

Seeing this, Charlie quickly arranged:

"I will negotiate with Alexandra personally in a moment; you just need to cooperate from the side."

The representatives of the various countries nodded one after another.

Immediately after, the noise outside the door stopped abruptly, as if nothing had ever happened.

Alexandra stepped into the conference room; his figure was burly, like a walking mountain, and every step shook the floor, demonstrating his extraordinary spirit.

On his well-defined face, a shocking scar wound its way down from his left cheek,

adding a touch of an unyielding tough-guy style to him.

He pulled over a chair at random and sat down carelessly, completely disregarding the surrounding etiquette and rules.

"If you have something to say, just say it. I know some people are dissatisfied with me.

But if you want to touch me, I advise you to save your energy."

His words were direct and rough, yet they revealed a threat that could not be ignored.

"I am not just alone; the fifty fully armed soldiers accompanying me are enough to ensure my safety.

If anything happens to me, none of you will be able to escape the consequences!"

Although his attitude was wild and rude, no one present dared to underestimate him.

This rough-looking man had relied on his own strength and courage

to keep Mao Xiong Guo standing tall through countless struggles.

More importantly, his warning was by no means a bluff.

"Alexandra, restrain your street-thug-like rude behavior."

Charlie's voice was calm, and his gaze swept across the venue.

"This is a place where leaders from various countries gather to discuss major international affairs."

"Various countries?"

Alexandra raised an eyebrow, and a sharp glint flashed in his eyes.

"Stop with the official jargon here. What about Long Guo? Why is there no sign of the Long Guo representative?"

"Regrettably, Long Guo is not participating in this meeting."

Meng Lingchuanxi from Da Xiong Guo interjected.

Upon hearing this, Alexandra's expression darkened, and he caught a hint of a conspiracy.

"Notify me when the Long Guo representative appears!"

Before the words had even faded, he had already stood up and strode away, intending to leave this occasion that made him feel so suppressed.

Seeing this, Charlie frowned, muttering to himself in his heart:

This Alexandra really doesn't play by the rules! He's just a hothead who doesn't know the gravity of the situation!

"Alexandra!"

Charlie's voice called out to the figure about to leave.

"If you truly care about the people of Mao Xiong Guo, I suggest you listen to what follows.

This might prevent your country from falling into unnecessary trouble!"

Alexandra's figure paused, and he slowly turned around; his well-defined face was full of impatience and ferocity.

"Are you threatening me?!"

At this moment, the aura around him seemed to suddenly **; the light shooting from his eyes was as sharp as a knife.

Charlie, as the leader of the Beautiful Nation, naturally would not show weakness.

The invisible confrontation between the two made the surrounding air seem to freeze.