The Wallfacer Alvin

Under Shi Qiang's recommendation, Alvin was taken to the meeting location.

Of course, this was done as a precaution.

Throughout the process, Alvin was kept under the watch of dozens of fully armed soldiers, and the meeting would take place in a room made of special materials.

The room was sparsely furnished, containing only a chair. Directly opposite it was a sheet of bulletproof glass that was transparent from both sides.

Once Alvin entered, the room would be completely sealed off. Both the door and the entire room were built to the highest security standards,

making it difficult to break out from inside.

The bulletproof glass was of the highest grade as well.

"Hello, Mr. Valshus."

Across from him, a middle-aged man in a crisp military uniform sat upright in his chair. His face was resolute, his bearing composed, and his gaze unwavering as he spoke in a deep voice: "I'm sorry that we have to meet under these circumstances. I hope you can understand our concerns."

"I thought you were going to put handcuffs on me." Alvin made a playful joke.

"We have an old saying: 'With friends coming from afar, is that not a joy?'" Chang Weisi's voice remained at a comfortable pitch, neither unpleasant nor lacking in authority. "You are a guest brought here by Shi Qiang, which makes you our 'friend.' Since that's the case, how could we put handcuffs on a friend?"

Chang Weisi—no, his hosts, one might say—were indeed much better at treating people than the Americans.

If it had been the Americans, Alvin could guarantee that they would have put several pairs of handcuffs on him, then ordered him around with their noses in the air.

"When friends come, we greet them with fine wine. When jackals come, we greet them with hunting