"Mr. Zhang?"
The figure ahead turned around. His dark face split into a grin, revealing gleaming white teeth. Though he was smiling, greed and cruelty flickered in his eyes.
Over the past few decades, dictators had emerged one after another across Africa, each more brutal than the last, casually feeding people to lions.
General Zabol had established himself in Salito Province, where his word was law and his authority absolute. Naturally, his methods had nothing to do with kindness or mercy.
Zhang Yang glanced at the lion before him.
He wondered whether this lion had ever eaten anyone.
"Greetings, General Zabol." Zhang Yang nodded and stepped forward.
The distance between them steadily closed.
They were almost within one meter of each other.
Suddenly, the lion, which had been drooping its eyelids all this time, snapped its eyes open. A low growl rumbled from its throat, as if it had instantly sensed an enormous threat.
"Hm?" Zabol, who had been walking forward, narrowed his eyes slightly, his expression turning uncertain.
The hand he had extended hesitated instinctively.
"Come here."
At this point, Zhang Yang saw no need to keep pretending.
He took a single step forward, closing the distance to within one meter. In that instant, the Recruitment Order item in the system became available for use. At the same time, a flash of terror seemed to burst from Zabol's eyes.
Somewhere deep in his subconscious, he seemed to sense what was about to happen.
"Use the Recruitment Order!"
Without hesitation, Zhang Yang used the Recruitment Order on Zabol.
Time seemed to freeze.
Perhaps it was only an instant, or perhaps it was an incredibly long time.
After an unknown amount of time, the system's pleasant notification finally sounded in Zhang Yang's mind.
``` Recruitment Order used.
Successfully recruited target: Zabol