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A moment later.
The White-hat man looked away from the map, picked up his glass, and took a sip of water. Then he called toward the door:
"Ag, go tell Kaul to come to my office."
A respectful voice quickly answered from outside:
"Understood."
A few minutes later.
Someone gently knocked on the entrance to the White-hat man's office. A deep male voice followed:
"Mr. Jawaharlal, it's Kaul."
"Come in."
Creak—
The door was pushed open from outside, and a military officer with a round face and close-cropped hair strode in, chest held high.
"Good morning, Mr. Jawaharlal."
The White-hat man nodded at him and gestured to the chair in front of him.
"Sit down."
The man named Kaul obediently took a seat, though he only perched on the edge. His back was ramrod straight, and he rested both hands evenly on his knees, looking ready to receive instruction.
A hint of satisfaction appeared on the White-hat man's face. He asked Kaul:
"Kaul, have you heard that the Huaxia Fleet has set sail?"
Kaul's expression grew serious.
"I have."
"What do you make of it?"
Kaul narrowed his eyes slightly, a habit of his when he was thinking.
"Mr. Jawaharlal, I think the Huaxia people may have designs on the Diaoyu Islands."
"Oh?"
The corners of Jawaharlal's mouth lifted slightly.
"Why do you say that?"
Kaul pointed to the map on the office wall and explained:
"Under the Cairo Declaration, Huaxia's northeast, China's Treasure Island, the Penghu Islands, and the Diaoyu Islands were all lands seized by the Japanese. Across the sea and Britain were also the declaration's proponents."
"After the war, in order to establish its position in East Asia, Across the sea reached an agreement with Huaxia over logistics and took control of the Diaoyu Islands."
"But