Ramsey did not agonize over her hair. She knew which mattered more, her hair or her life, so when Jiang Yan Hai dealt with her hair, she obediently let him.
She merely replaced it with a baseball cap on her head. Jiang Yan Hai did not dwell on the issue either. About three hours later, the two of them boarded another flight, one that would fly directly to the international airport of the Republic of Evia.
Since the Republic of Evia had completely brought the domestic situation under control and there were no more Rebel Army forces in its capital, international routes had returned to normal, so naturally there were flights coming here.
There simply were not many such flights.
As for the situation back home, the debate was clearly intense. They had not yet given Jiang Yan Hai a response. They did send him a message in the meantime, telling him to return to Africa first, but as for when they would contact him, that was anyone's guess.
They were probably holding an emergency meeting back home right now.
These matters concerned the entire country's international strategy, even its diplomatic strategy toward another nation, so it was perfectly normal for deliberations to take a long time.
In Jiang Yan Hai's view, there was not much to discuss. If they were confident they could fully control the Republic of Goa, then there was no problem with not informing the Americans. But if they could not control it, disclosure was only a matter of time.
The only difference was that negotiating in advance would allow them to secure better terms.
However, there was one thing Jiang Yan Hai knew that the people back home did not. Or rather, no one in this world knew it.
They were probably worried that if