"Mr. Lan Miu, how about this? Huaxia Country paid an enormous price to resolve this matter. As a result, Elder Wu and Senior Tian Jing both received punishments from the prison realm and would need a hundred years of confinement before regaining their freedom."
"As their substitute, I attended this tribunal of Jailer-level officials with the status of two Jailers."
Mo Qing's words gave nothing away, preserving Huaxia Country's dignity.
"So I hope Mr. Lan Miu will consider this matter carefully. If you insist, then I propose we settle it by vote. There are eight Jailers present. Representing myself, Elder Wu, and Tian Jing, I hold three votes in total. Let the final result be decided by the vote count. How about that?"
Lan Miu accepted Mo Qing's proposal for a vote without hesitation. The current state of the world was already clear, and even Mo Qing, Huaxia Country's representative, had plainly stated that Huaxia Country would have no Jailers for at least a hundred years. Naturally, America would hold considerable power in the prison realm.
The other Jailers present each supported a country, or even an entire continent, alone. Their foundations were unstable, and their strength was far inferior to Lan Miu. Even compared with America's three Jailers, they could only match the weakest among them.
The outcome of the vote could practically be decided in secret already.
Yu Ming, bound by soul chains in the center of the room, seemed utterly unconcerned about the choice between life and death. He quietly watched the farce unfolding because of him, a smile and an interested gleam appearing in his eyes, like an indifferent outsider observing the scene.
"Let's vote by a simple show of hands. Those opposed, raise your hands."
At Lan Miu's words, Mo Qing naturally raised his hand