Old Thing That Refused to Die

At this moment, Ian did not see himself as a villain about to execute the other party.

Instead, he took it for granted and gave orders to the other party.

Hearing Ian's words.

The elderly minister Oster hesitated only for a moment before deciding to do as the other party suggested.

He showed no intention of resisting whatsoever.

It's entirely because the current situation is beyond his control.

Doing what the other party asks might even sway them into having mercy and sparing the lives of their family members.

If we simply resist...

He had also witnessed the fate of those who had fallen around him.

The opponent's arrogance was based on overwhelming strength. The miserable situation of both the King and First Prince Kafka served as a reminder to everyone present.

The person who would decide their fate was, after all, just a teenager.

But he's clearly not the kind of boy who enjoys being haggled over.

The surrounding area was a scene of bloodshed.

The stench of blood that lingered on the ground after Ian's massacre was nauseating.

The remaining surviving ministers were now completely terrified.

They now utterly hated their own foolishness, and even more so the Minister Oster and the First Princes who had led them down the wrong path.

After all, provoking Ian wouldn't bring them any obvious benefits.

Even if it's for enough profit, they're willing to take such a huge risk and accept defeat.

They gained no advantage whatsoever, and nearly lost their own lives in the process—a disgraceful misjudgment by the nobility.

They would never forgive even the decisions made by their acknowledged leader, Oster.

What's even more terrifying is that the crazed teenager actually went on a killing spree!

This... this is absolutely insane!

Negotiation?

What about the ransom?

The other party didn't say a word, they just wanted them dead.

The remaining nobles glanced at their comrades who had died tragically on the ground, their expressions filled with sorrow and a sense of shared grief.

"Beep..."

The sound of an old-fashioned cell phone echoed through the palace, which reeked of a pungent, rusty stench.

The First Prince, like a lump of mud, and the old King, slumped on the ground, looking utterly miserable.

Minister Oster, his back slightly bent and his expression complicated, was making a phone call; a group of ministers huddled together like quails, trembling with fear; and... a young man standing on the shoulders of a giant, looking slightly impatient.

The palace, with its scattered, unseeing corpses and crimson blood, created a bizarre and disturbing scene.

It was as if the boy had become a demon who oppressed his ministers and the royal family.

"Oster?"

Just then...

The call was answered, and a dignified, hoarse voice came through.

"Is there something you need to report to me at this time?"

Everyone present held their breath because of this phone call, even though Ian had demonstrated great strength.

However, their past worship of secular power still made these nobles involuntarily hold their breath, because they were about to come into contact with a "big shot" from V5.

For a country like Gogar, every move V5 makes is a significant event.

Even if they have their own thoughts and schemes against V5, ultimately it all stems from their fear of V5.

In particular, there is Netahu, who is known for his iron-fisted methods.

Oster's face was ashen, his lips moved, and although he had dialed the number, he didn't know what to say.

Neither Ian nor Netahu are people he can afford to offend.

Fortunately, Ian, who was standing to the side, didn't put too much pressure on him and simply spoke up, his voice calm.

"I'm right here now. I heard you're looking to cause trouble for me. Is this the collective will of V5, or just your personal idea?"

Ian's voice has a youthful clarity that makes it highly recognizable.

Upon hearing this, the other party naturally knew who it was.

Therefore, there was a long silence on the other end of the phone before Netani's voice came through.

"As expected... people from small countries have no vision whatsoever. It seems Oster has exposed his foolish actions. I should have predicted this outcome and given him the chance in the first place."

Netahu's voice was hoarse, but his tone was very firm.

Ian frowned involuntarily upon hearing this and said coldly.

"What, are you afraid to respond to me, the person involved, or to your actions?"

After a moment of silence, the voice on the other end spoke coldly.

"That's right, you are indeed our target, Ian."

"Your existence seriously threatens the safety of humanity. A dangerous being like you shouldn't exist on this land at all..."

Ian was slightly taken aback upon hearing his words.

He almost thought the other person had guessed that he came from another world!

But then he realized that the other party probably believed he possessed some kind of "being" from the Dark Continent.

This unknown... is something the other side fears, and something V5 also fears.

He was already mentally prepared for this.

That's why he's always tried to hide himself and avoid being exposed to V5 too early.

However, by now, he has acquired enough tools to mitigate this risk.

Even if the other party is a "big shot" in V5, as long as he is displeased, Ian's response will still be straightforward.

"It seems Sashado's performance hasn't satisfied you..."

Ian stared at the phone in his hand, shook his head, and sneered.

"But that's alright. If you're really looking forward to it, I'll show you something even more interesting. At least I consider myself a peace lover and won't arbitrarily attack ordinary people like Sashado does. But I have no unnecessary empathy for you bunch of incompetent high-ranking officials."

Upon hearing Ian's words, a cold yet resolute voice came from the other end of the phone.

"As expected... you, like that monster, pose an extremely high threat to humanity. You... must be eliminated."

Perhaps it's because he's always been in a high position.

The other party spoke as if issuing Edict, so certain, so... cold.

However, at this moment, Ian...

Call it an expansion of power or a decline in patience, whatever you will.

He could no longer tolerate someone behaving so condescendingly and bossing him around.

"Netahu, right..."

"I'm waiting for you to come and destroy me..."

Ian sneered, then crushed the phone in his hand.

Now that the person behind the scenes who truly wants to deal with me has been identified, there's nothing to worry about. Now is not the right time; the other party is hiding within the V5 organization, making it inconvenient to take action for the time being.

But that doesn't stop Ian from making the other party pay the price sooner or later.

This despicable old thing is best uprooted and wiped out in its entirety.

Ian pondered for a moment, then glanced at the people around him.

He simply pulled a prop out of his hand.

Then, to the astonishment of the onlookers, a green Paper Dragon began to grow larger in the wind.