When they returned to the meeting room, the situation was rather different from what Jia Xiu had imagined.
Far more people had come than at the first meeting. Judging by how they were dressed, they were no longer just members of the original project team; many newcomers from other organizations had joined them.
Clearly, the cooperation agreement had basically been settled.
Jia Xiu had thought they would have to haggle for quite some time.
Just like in the news he had seen: negotiations, consultations, fighting for benefits, votes, several rounds of voting, objections to the results, more negotiations, public declarations of withdrawal from the partnership, renewed consultations, and then more voting—after a whole series of complicated, tedious, repetitive procedures, cooperation would finally take shape.
Yet only a little over half a day had passed since the decapitation operation succeeded, and people from organizations in other countries had already gathered here for a meeting.
The efficiency was truly astonishing.
Perhaps no one wanted to miss this momentous historical opportunity to defeat the Devil Race. Before that goal, every other condition could be compromised for the time being.
Still, Jia Xiu felt that they remained very far from the goal of defeating the Devil Race. Based on the exploration records concerning Hell and the Abyss that he had read, the countries of the continent understood those two planes about as well as he understood the history of the Iris Kingdom.
Which was to say, hardly at all.
No one knew just how deep the Devil Race's reserves truly ran.
They could not get too excited over a temporary success. Excitement easily bred recklessness, and recklessness easily led to trouble.
The theory of swift victory was not advisable. Once expectations went unmet, it was all too easy to slide from excessive optimism into