Declaration of War

The moment Gilan stepped out of the car, he was surrounded by a group of people.

They all wore identical dark gray suits and no hats. Judging solely from their bearing and movements, they were clearly no ordinary people. At the very least, they possessed limit-breaking physical abilities and were highly trained.

"Mr. Gilan Iros, we are the Four Directions Palace security force, responsible for maintaining order at the venue."

The middle-aged man at the front, with thick brows and large eyes, gave a salute and lowered his head respectfully.

He then raised a hand, gesturing toward the interior of the Four Directions Palace.

"Please follow me."

With that, he took the lead inside.

At his sides followed a group of female soldiers in the same gray suits. Each was strikingly beautiful, but their expressions were cool and stern.

Farther out stood a group of specially invited reporters, both men and women, including quite a few from other countries.

Admission passes, work badges, and black box cameras hung from their chests as they continuously snapped photos of Gilan.

Click, click!

In an instant, flashes flickered.

Gilan remained perfectly composed.

One hand held down his hat, while the other rested on his cane as he calmly followed them inside.

The crowd parted on its own, and escorted by the security force, Gilan proceeded smoothly into a part of the Four Directions Palace he had never visited before—

A magnificent and spacious conference hall.

It was said that whenever foreign guests came to visit, the Empire's upper echelon received them in this conference hall. Major decisions were also announced to the public here.

The moment Gilan entered, six or seven high-ranking officials from various departments, who had been waiting inside for some time, came forward to greet him.

Two men in their