Revenge

In the embassy's secret meeting room, Grand Secretary Yue, his eyes wide like a bull's, was breathing heavily.

His face flushed red, and he looked agitated.

As the head of state, he has suffered the ultimate insult today.

Being bullied by four people during the day was already awful enough, but it turned out to be just an appetizer.

Now he's being humiliated by some damned China brat who's mocking him relentlessly, threatening him with force, and blackmailing him with his incriminating evidence, confessions, and dirt. And there's this damned China ambassador, snapping away with that damned chrysanthemum phone—don't eat the sour radish!

As the Prime Minister of a nation, appointed by the Queen, exercising the power entrusted to him by the people, ruling over one of the five permanent members of the Security Council, possessing nuclear weapons—a doomsday force—and holding the power to declare war and command the three armed forces of Britain, he can be considered one of the most powerful people in the world.

How could such a political giant, such a head of state, endure such a humiliating disgrace—being subjected to Kang De's vicious words, threats of force, and rampant extortion?

Able.

Just kidding! Yuebao is a man who has too many romantic entanglements, forcing him to pay alimony to his ex-wife and a large sum of money for his children's high-end private school tuition. That's why he's complaining about his low salary and even considering quitting his job!

Just kidding, Yuebao is practically A Chuan's son in name only—all that mutual flattery and praise of A Chuan is just for show. If A Chuan loses the election, he'll probably just call him the former president.

Just kidding, Yuebao is the man who's been ravished by the Queen, the Round Table, and the nobles!

As for the embarrassing mishaps that happen on a regular basis, there are even more.

For example, in order to showcase the democratic political system that the British were so proud of, Grand Secretary Yue to visit the streets and chat with the people. However, because he was accompanied by a photography team and it was suspected of being staged, he was met with angry shouts and sarcastic remarks from the locals, making the scene extremely awkward.

These footage were also reposted and reported in their entirety by objective and neutral media outlets, causing Yuebao to be ridiculed and mocked by people across the English Channel, losing face completely.

Such examples are not isolated, and it seems that Yuebao has done nothing but continue to act as prime minister as he pleases.

After all, he's not A Chuan. What good are face and self-esteem to a qualified politician?

Faced with Kang De's threats and humiliation, the initial anger and resentment stemmed from the sudden unease and instinctive fear, because the one who did this to him was a China.

He then found a very suitable reason to comfort himself.

Anyway, I'm not the first Britain prime minister to be threatened to his face by China person.

Grand Secretary Yue still put on an expression of uncontrollable anger, but deep down he gradually calmed down. This was a disguise he had maintained for decades—deep down, he was still that Little Boy who was bullied by his classmates because of his Turkey heritage.

So he used a slovenly, unconventional, and unkempt appearance to protect and disguise himself, but in private he was more diligent and hardworking than anyone else. From Eton College University of Oxford, he entered the best schools, accumulated the strongest network of connections, used self-deprecation and humor to cover up his ambition, conformed to tradition, conformed to the majority, and stood on the side of the strong.

It has always been this way.

In the few seconds or so that he calmed down, he considered the pros and cons of the conditions proposed by Kang De.

The Round Table is finished.

This means that this behemoth entrenched in the British Isles has suffered a severe blow. The network of connections, relationships, and subordinate forces that it has accumulated over hundreds or thousands of years will be severely damaged and deterred. When some of those who benefit from the pie die or flee, the biggest beneficiaries will be the other group of those who benefit from the pie.

--Just give a portion to the new robbers.

But that's alright, a robber is a robber after all; he only has his eyes on the cake and ignores what's more important.

Twenty seconds later, Grand Secretary Yue's tightly furrowed brows relaxed a little.

Kang De overturned the Round Table, intending to seize its assets and power, and also to take away the assets of all the wealthy and powerful people attending the equestrian center's lavish banquet—so what if he wanted to rob them? It wasn't his business, nor the government's, Yuebao what did it have to do with me?

No, there is still a connection.

Because Kang De required that the Britain government cooperate and assist in this process.

--That would be the best thing ever.

When cutting a cake, even without any fancy tricks, the knife will inevitably get some cream on the blade.

Besides, how could they not resort to tricks?

Throughout his entire speech and actions, Kang De intended to deliver the greatest deterrent to Grand Secretary Yue, none other than his declaration.

He would act as the law for all superhumans worldwide, punishing all evil-doing superhumans. No matter which country has superhumans who act recklessly and harm ordinary people, Kang De would descend from the heavens to carry out the punishment, and plunder, seize, and appropriate all the proceeds and property of that criminal group to fund the cause of justice.

This is beyond the level of international police and long-arm jurisdiction.

--Kang De, you're even more ruthless than the American Empire!

But what does this have to do with Yuebao?

Forget it, the Round Table is doomed.

It is conceivable that this declaration will provoke a backlash and resistance from various countries. If Kang De insists on resorting to force and robbery, it will inevitably arouse increasing hostility from more and more countries.

But this is a good thing.

Since the Britain superhuman group has already been wiped out, there's no point in Grand Secretary Yue doing anything anymore. Why not just light a cigar, sit back and watch the show? What else is there to do?

He considered the whole story, still glaring at Kang De, and coldly said, "I..."

"What do you mean, 'I'? If you've figured it out, stop pretending."

The golden retriever got a slap on the head from Kang De: "I've leveled the Round Table for you and can even split the profits 30/70 with you. Where else in the world can you find such a good deal?"

The Prime Minister retorted angrily, "Who's sharing profits with you? I'm an honest and upright civil servant, how could I...?"

Before he could finish speaking, Kang De put his arm around his shoulder and whispered, "Tell me, are there any criminal superhuman groups in Fr*nce? I'll go and kill them, and you'll still get a share of what I take back. How about that?"

Grand Secretary Yue was taken aback for a moment, then rebuked him. "How naive! Although our country has historical antagonism with France, Belarus, and Fr*nce, the diplomacy between major powers in the new century is friendly and open. How can you..."

"Hey, think about it. I knocked the Round Table down. Even though you're missing two shit-covered butts on your head, hasn't the overall strength of your Britain superhumans decreased a bit?"

Kang De's words were sincere and earnest.

"You've dropped significantly, while the Germany and France are still doing just as much. Isn't that a bit inappropriate? Now that your United Kingdom environment has improved, shouldn't you help purify your good neighbors? Look, you don't even need to lift a finger; I've taken care of it for you. I'll even take the blame, and we'll split the profits 30/70. Goodness, the Queen will surely award me a Grand Cross of the Order of the British Empire!"

Even with Kang De's eloquent words, the Prime Minister remained silent with a cold smile.

If I tell you this today, you'll fucking sell me to dessert shops and nannies the moment you turn your back.

--Even though that's what he thought, the Prime Minister was still tempted.

It's really inappropriate that Britain is weak while those two bastards on the other side of the strait are still so strong.

That damned Kang De, if he weren't so black-hearted and greedy, he would indeed be a very useful gun.

And just like that, the topic shifted subtly and seamlessly.

The approach shifted from intimidation and reprimands to sitting and dividing the spoils.

After pondering for a while, Grand Secretary Yue's expression remained displeased. "In the end, it still comes down to peace talks—you wipe out the Round Table, and then I'll preside over the peace talks. Note that it's 'wipe them all out.' Don't even think about leaving any survivors so they'll think I've betrayed them and am hiding away to cause trouble for us."

At this point, he stared at Kang De, his expression serious and his eyes focused intently.

Kang De chuckled and said, "What are you talking about? I don't understand."

The Prime Minister said coldly, "Stop pretending. That's exactly what you've been planning. Don't think I don't know."

Kang De's expression turned serious, and he solemnly said, "No, they would retaliate, but that would also affect innocent civilians. I won't let that happen—after all, we China are not like you Britain. You might do something as pointless as having children, but we can't."

Incidentally, the China proverb "giving birth to a child without an anus" sounds strangely sarcastic when spoken in English, leaving Grand Secretary Yue both annoyed and speechless.

"... In short," the Prime Minister said in a deep voice, "Kang De, I admit, you've won this time."

Kang De sat back in his chair, his gaze pleased, and nodded reservedly.

After a pause, the Prime Minister, seemingly unwilling to give up, sarcastically remarked, "Your friend's friend was kidnapped, lived in fear for only a day, and wasn't even harmed, yet you've dealt a heavy blow to an ancient and legendary organization, along with wealth, businesses, and shares conservatively estimated at tens of billions of pounds or even more, and given you the opportunity to openly interfere in Britain domestic affairs and influence the world."

" --Kang De, I think you'd be much better suited to business than to being a superhuman."

His tone was full of dissatisfaction and anger.

It seems unlikely that An Youyi will be able to obtain a Britain visa in the future.

Kang De simply smiled quietly, "How you settle the score is your business, but there's one thing, Mr. Prime Minister, I must point it out to you and explain it clearly, so you don't suffer this beating for nothing."

"In fact, an hour or two ago, my plan was still to bring An Youyi back to China, then find an opportunity to kill the person who kidnapped her, and then dismember the murderer in the North District dismemberment case. That would be the end of it. I didn't intend to start a war with the Round Table, nor did I intend to expose more of my power, nor did I intend to implement the laws governing global superhumans... But one thing made me change my mind."

The Prime Minister frowned and said, "What?"

Kang De told the other party about Shalana's situation.

She has passed away, and her name has faded into obscurity. Under the manipulation and interference of the Round Table, she has disappeared from the records of the national system, becoming a ghost forcibly forgotten by secular forces.

--What made police officers, feminist members, and even more people forget Shalana wasn't some magical mind-interference spell, nor superpowers, but rather the driving force of power, the will and strength of state institutions. The Shadow cast by that monster, which was enormous to ordinary people, could easily influence or even destroy a person's life. To ordinary people, that was a superpower.

But her name was still remembered.

Mentioned.

The story was told by a China superhuman who happened to be passing by, out of interest, to the highest-ranking official of the Britain government, who ignored her suffering, condoned criminals, and even harmed the people.

He told the Prime Minister that it was because of this person, because of this name, that the British Round Table was ultimately destroyed, that an unprecedented mysterious force officially took center stage on Earth, shaking the nations, and that Kang De resolved to make the law of the global superhuman, in order to protect and save other suffering people.

After hearing this, the Prime Minister's expression changed several times; he gritted his teeth and his face darkened.

"Just... just because of this?"

He couldn't believe his ears. "Just because of one thing..."

Under Kang De's indifferent gaze, the Prime Minister abandoned the vulgar remark that was about to slip out.

"You think this is a coincidence?" Kang De said calmly. "You think all of this happened simply because I happened to meet her while investigating the accident scene? No, it was inevitable, it was retribution, it was cause and effect, it was the cry of resentment and the will for revenge that stirred up the mysterious fate that brought us together."

"You think the Round Table died unjustly, that you suffered heavy losses in this incident, and you attribute it all to chance, but that's not the case."

"The appearance of one Shalana to me, the hearing of her story, means that ten Shalana have died in agony, one hundred Shalana have screamed in despair, one thousand Shalana have wailed in oppression, and ten thousand Shalana have trembled in the Shadow."

"Before she appeared before me, countless victims had perished in the darkness of endless despair, and countless broken families had succumbed to hopeless waiting. Their corpses and suffering piled up like a high mountain, pressing down on Shalana's feet, so that she could desperately tiptoe and appear in the sunlight, where my gaze could fall."

"And the towering mountain of corpses at her feet represents the true loss and despair of this world, far more painful, tragic, and hopeless than what you and the Round Table have suffered. They were once evidence of the sinners going unpunished, but now they are the price paid before justice arrives—do you understand now?"

He reached out and placed his hand on Grand Secretary Yue's shoulder, looking directly into his eyes.

"This is the reason for war, not a forced pretext, nor a flimsy cause, but the righteous anger that will not allow those people to continue living in this world."

A knight's delusion, a joke of justice, a hero's lie, a laughable and absurd notion of karmic retribution.

Various sarcastic remarks swirled in the Prime Minister's mind.

After entering politics, he stopped believing in so-called retribution and justice, because criminals and liars filled the political arena, arrogant and greedy rich people were seizing more and more wealth, and despicable people were enjoying a life of abundance. This was the truth of the world, enough to shatter the beliefs of those who harbored illusions, or make them disheartened, or even lead them to join the corrupt.

And now there is someone standing in front of him.

Tell him that this is not an attempt to seize territory under false pretenses, nor an excuse to escalate the situation, but rather a just cause of anger and revenge for the victims.

No competent politician would believe such a high-sounding reason and excuse.

But at that moment, the prime minister wavered; he even felt that it was true.

This China guy named Kang De is actually going to war with the world's oldest superhuman society for a woman named Shalana, whom he doesn't know, who is old, ugly, and addicted to drugs.

"I hope you remember this woman, remember what happened today, and remember this lesson, Prime Minister. The roar of the people that you cannot hear will be heard by others; the anger of the people that you ignore will be seen by others. Marx taught you this principle; I don't need to teach it again."

Kang De released his grip and took two steps back.

"Now," he said, "I'm going to fulfill the final agreement... to bring the Round Table to Veil."

His body shone with dazzling starlight, and the Phase Gate slowly opened.

"Kang De!" the Prime Minister suddenly shouted, "How do you intend to explain everything that happened tonight to your government?"

Kang De stopped and smiled. "Where does the Round Table draw its power? What is the underlying logic and root of tormenting victims and providing amusement for the wealthy? Why do you say the Round Table can be defeated but not destroyed? What are you implying? Prime Minister, don't underestimate others."

A flash of light, Kang De vanished, leaving only the closed Phase Gate with scattered stardust.

The Prime Minister paused for a moment, then looked at the ambassador.

The ambassador looked back at him blankly.

The ambassador's expression changed drastically the next moment. Pointing behind the prime minister, he shouted sharply, "Watch out!"

The prime minister was taken aback. He did a clean, swift forward somersault to the ground, flipping the table over as cover, and looked back—but he saw nothing.

A figure flashed past, and the ambassador strode out of the room, disappearing without a trace.

Only then did Yuebao realize what was happening, and roared, "Damn it! Delete the photos!"

Outside the embassy, in buildings, alley corners, and flower beds, streaks of blood shot out as the Round Table assassins, ordered to lie in wait outside the embassy, had their throats slit by hunters who had silently appeared.

The Suppressors of Rebellion concealed themselves, glanced at the magnificent, colorful city and the cars constantly passing by on the streets, were lost in thought for a moment, and then moved towards the embassy.

"Mission accomplished," they said. "Transition to defensive duty."

The Phase Gate opened beneath the dark sky, revealing Kang De's figure in the isolated killing zone. All armed forces outside the castle were annihilated, wreckage and debris littering the battlefield. The Destruction Squadron and the Elven Navy Kan Fantian Kang De, and Kan Fantian shouted, "Great--Technique--Domination--"

"The situation is completely under control. The Earth Mage has sealed off all the secret passages, and we have trapped the enemy in the underground Shelter. Father, we await your command."

Kang De looked at the warriors who had just rested and were now gathering again: Doom Warriors, Valentan Guards, Elven Hunters... This was his strength, his blade, the warriors he could trust.

Starting today, everything will be different.

"Let's go," he said, "Let's seize the fruits of victory."

In the underworld, all the secret passages were sealed off, the enemy was closing in, and the knights had suffered heavy losses. Arthur looked around and cried out, "Bedivere! Where is Bedivere!?"

His most loyal knight, who was ordered to destroy Ian Crook's remains, never returned.

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