Entering the Hall

Zhou Leng and Wangu's team advanced together, constantly encountering attacks from impoverished Elephant Nation civilians.

Over the course of one night, they killed more than three hundred people.

In the early hours of the morning, Wangu drove his old Mercedes and took Zhou Leng back to the hotel.

The two chatted as they went.

Suddenly, Wangu's phone rang. He gestured briefly and answered using his Bluetooth earpiece.

After listening, he frowned slightly and said, "Understood."

After ending the call, he said, "It was from the embassy. They told us not to act recklessly."

"Hm?" Zhou Leng did not immediately realize which embassy he meant.

If it were the Dragon Nation embassy, there would have been no need to say so.

If it were the Elephant Nation embassy, there would have been even less need.

But the next moment, Zhou Leng understood. "The surrender faction?"

Hearing Zhou Leng call the "compromise forces" that, Wangu smiled faintly. "The ones in charge over here in Elephant Nation are indeed the compromise forces. Same old saying: no matter is too small in foreign affairs."

"Has this happened many times?"

"Whenever Elephant Nation has a major incident, people over there have someone notify me not to make too much trouble—their unspoken meaning is that their people still need to do business with the Elephant Nation people."

"They are the main force behind letting Elephant Nation people into Dragon Nation, aren't they?"

"A complete industrial chain has already formed. If we make too much trouble with Elephant Nation and the two sides cut off relations, what will they eat and drink?"

"I've heard of this. Like the difficult-people industrial chain on the Gull Alliance side—it is all business, plus the Blood Replacement Plan. The Demon-Worshiping Cult truly has some fine methods."

Zhou Leng could not help