Chapter 262: Issue Special Weapons to All! Even a Lion Uses Full Strength Against a Rabbit!

Behind the conference table.

Carter leaned lazily back in his chair.

A sly, sinister smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

Then.

Without hesitation, he was the first to raise his right hand.

"I agree."

With Carter's declaration.

Around the conference table.

The high-ranking officials in suits exchanged glances.

Then.

One hand after another rose into the air.

"Seconded."

"Agreed."

"We must strike back—cannot let Longguo act so recklessly!"

Swish, swish, swish.

Looking around, arms rose everywhere.

The Grand Elder scanned the room with cold eyes.

He gave a slight nod.

"Since more than two-thirds have agreed."

"Then, this joint extermination resolution is officially passed."

The Grand Elder lowered his hands.

"Shortly, I will personally issue orders to those seven nations, instructing them to… in tomorrow's World Arena…"

"Wait."

At that moment.

Carter suddenly spoke, cutting off the Grand Elder.

The Grand Elder frowned slightly and turned to Carter.

"Carter, what is your issue?"

Carter stood up.

He straightened his suit collar, a smug smile on his face.

"Grand Elder."

"I have another proposal."

Carter's gaze swept the room.

"I propose."

"That alongside the extermination orders, we require these seven nations to issue… to every student entering the World Arena…"

"Special weapons!"

At these words.

The entire conference room fell into dead silence.

Then.

A storm of murmurs erupted.

Even the Grand Elder's brow furrowed.

"Carter."

The Grand Elder fixed him with a stare.

"Is that necessary?"

"Seven nations, one hundred and forty top prodigies."

"This is already an outright massacre—why must every single one be armed with special weapons? This is overkill."

The other elders in the room nodded in agreement.

Special weapons were national strategic reserves!

How could they be casually handed out to new students?

Facing the doubts of all present.

Carter remained calm.

He spoke slowly:

"Gentlemen."

"I understand your thoughts."

"One hundred and forty against twenty—that's a crushing advantage."

"And even if we all believe Longguo's record-breaking performance was likely due to a character class optimized for a specific dungeon exploit…"

"But."

Carter's voice turned low and sharp, his gaze ruthless:

"We cannot underestimate them."

"Gentlemen, do not forget—it was a record set within one minute!"

"Such an absurd record—I truly cannot imagine how this so-called dungeon-specialized class achieved it."

"I recall Longguo has a saying: Even a lion hunting a rabbit uses full strength."

Carter sneered.

"Therefore…"

"I believe we must prepare for the worst."

"What if this year's Longguo Dragon Class, besides that dungeon-specialized class, has produced other abilities we cannot even imagine?"

Carter's speech quieted the murmurs in the room slightly.

The Grand Elder frowned faintly and said coolly:

"Carter, have you considered that arming twenty students with special weapons is no small burden for some smaller nations?"

Carter smiled at this.

He shrugged, spread his hands, and looked utterly unconcerned.

"Grand Elder."

"For those smaller nations, whether the number is large or small, whether they can bear it—what does that have to do with the Adams family?"

"Do they dare refuse us?"

Carter sneered:

"Besides…"

"Once they enter the World Arena with so many special weapons, after the extermination of Longguo, don't you think others might covet those weapons?"

"After all, the World Arena is always a no-holds-barred battlefield—that's the long-standing unwritten rule."

"Then, when the time comes, the Adams family can step in to mediate—and conveniently seize some of those weapons as mediation fees."

"Isn't that perfect?"

At these words.

The entire conference room fell silent.

Everyone was digesting Carter's words.

At that moment.

"Hahahaha!"

Across the table, a portly middle-aged man pointed at Carter, his eyes filled with admiration.

"Carter, I have to say—in cunning, I absolutely respect you!"

"You're a fucking genius!"

"You make them pay and fight for us, then get us to reap the harvest."

"I love this proposal!"

With the senior official's laughter.

In the conference room.

More and more high-ranking officials began nodding.

Some even whistled.

Carter watched the reactions around him, tilting his chin slightly, his face brimming with arrogance and satisfaction.

The Grand Elder sat at the head, gazing deeply at Carter.

Then.

He paused.

"Fine."

"Regarding the proposal that the seven nations issue one hundred and forty special weapons for the joint extermination of the Longguo Dragon Class in the World Arena…"

"Now."

"Initiate the second vote."

……

……

The meeting ended.

As the doors opened, the senior members of the Adams family walked out with smiles on their faces.

Carter stepped out from the crowd and immediately saw Arthur, leaning against the wall, waiting for his news.

"Uncle Carter."

"How did it go?"

Arthur stood up straight with effort as he saw Carter emerge, yawning.

"Did those old men pass the resolution?"

Carter walked up to Arthur, patted his shoulder, and smiled with a cold, sinister edge.

"What else could it be?"

"Of course it passed."

As Carter walked forward, he sneered:

"Our face has been trampled into the dirt by Dragon Country. Even those old conservatives couldn't sit still any longer."

Arthur walked beside Carter.

"So tomorrow is the seven-nation crackdown on Dragon Country?"

"Yes."

Carter paused, then turned to look at Arthur.

"Not just that."

"I made a small suggestion—it was passed just now too."

"I had the Grand Elder issue an order."

"Demanding that all seven nations issue specialized weapons to every student entering the Ten Thousand Nations Arena tomorrow."

Hearing this,

Arthur stopped in his tracks.

He frowned, a flicker of surprise in his eyes.

"All of them armed with specialized weapons? One hundred and forty elite prodigies, each with specialized weapons? All—"

Carter nodded with a smile.

"Exactly."

"One hundred and forty elite students armed with specialized weapons, against Dragon Country's twenty Dragon Order class students."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk..."

Carter sighed.

"Arthur."

"What a pity."

"It seems you won't get the chance to face this year's Dragon Order class yourself."

Arthur's brow furrowed, a look of contempt crossing his face.

"Uncle Carter, is this really necessary?"

"One hundred and forty against twenty is already absurd—now you want them all armed with specialized weapons?"

Arthur's eyes were filled with disdain.

"Just how important is this guy named Lin Mo? Does he deserve all this effort?"

"Even if he's good at clearing dungeons, facing one hundred and forty peers of his age is already impossible to overcome—now you're giving all one hundred and forty of them specialized weapons…"

"Are we overestimating them?"

Watching Arthur's dismissive expression,

Carter's smile vanished.

He stopped walking.

"Arthur."

Carter turned, fixing him with a stern gaze.

Arthur froze slightly.

He rarely saw Uncle Carter look like this.

"Listen to me."

"This is real combat—actual combat—not your childish arena matches."

"Specialized weapons? We're not paying for them. We're just opening our mouths. The dead won't be our people."

"Do I need to teach you the story of the lion attacking a rabbit again?"

Arthur clenched his lips.

Though he still felt it was overkill,

under Carter's pressure, he lowered his head.

"I understand."

Carter looked at him, his tone softening slightly.

"Arthur."

"You must understand."

"It's better to be called bullies than to lose because of carelessness."

"Remember."

"Never, never give your enemy any chance to create a miracle."

Saying this, Carter straightened his suit.

"Let's go. Wait quietly for tomorrow's show to begin."

Arthur lifted his head.

A cold glint flashed in his blue eyes.

A flash of coldness passed through his blue eyes.

"Uncle Carter."

The two walked side by side, vanishing at the end of the corridor.

The two walked side by side and vanished at the end of the corridor.