The Beginning of the Summit War!

Wu Pifu shifted his butt awkwardly. After enduring it for quite a while, he finally stood up in frustration—only to think for a long time before helplessly sitting back down.

It had been a long time since he had felt this conflicted.

There were only a few dozen nonhumans, yet he could not simply kill them all. It made him thoroughly uncomfortable; even breathing the air here felt unpleasant.

At that moment, several cages stood in a corner of the warship. Dozens of Celestial Dragons—Celestial Dragon nobles and members of Celestial Dragon families—had been crammed inside, each one wailing and weeping. Yet none dared curse aloud. Earlier, more than a dozen Celestial Dragons who had cursed had their tongues and internal organs ripped out by Wu Pifu. The crucial part was that they had not even died afterward. With such examples before them, none of them dared show off with their mouths again.

The reason he had not immediately killed these Celestial Dragons was because the people Wu Pifu had sent out had found the hosts of the Three Major News Groups. Those reporters who would risk their lives for major-event coverage had actually each dispatched an Admiral-level figure to find Wu Pifu. They had then offered countless suggestions for completely blowing up the Summit War—for example... gathering all the Celestial Dragons, taking them to World Government headquarters, and publicly executing them together during a worldwide live broadcast by the Three Major News Groups.

Although Wu Pifu found beings as utterly inhuman as the Celestial Dragons completely intolerable, he had truly forced himself to endure them for the sake of making this major event happen. He thought that suggestion was excellent. More importantly, he had also realized that the truth of this world was obscured by some kind of curtain.