Rabbit Nation Foreign Ministry.
At this moment, a diplomat stepped onto the stage holding a document.
After sweeping his gaze around the room, he took a long look at the Bald Eagle reporter, the corners of his mouth curling slightly.
"Our country will retrieve our lawfully entitled citizens who have been illegally detained at exactly 11:00 a.m. tomorrow!"
The Foreign Ministry's declaration to bring its citizens home was like a boulder cast into the depths of international public opinion, stirring up towering waves.
It was even more like kicking Bald Eagle hard after already slapping them across the face.
At the White House, the television in the presidential sitting room was replaying Rabbit Nation's spokesperson calmly delivering the announcement.
The president had not turned on the lights. He sat alone on the sofa in the darkness, with only the screen's glow illuminating half of his terrifyingly grim face.
He unconsciously tightened his grip around the crystal whiskey glass in his hand, his knuckles turning white.
The footage changed to their own reporter's furious accusations before the cameras.
Then it switched again to major media outlets around the world conducting excited interviews.
Every expression and every word pricked his nerves like needles.
Humiliation. Naked humiliation.
Frustration. Unprecedented frustration.
Most crucially, their opponent's open declaration that they would bring their people home was, in front of the entire world—
another, even louder slap across the face, completely confirming that they had successfully escaped and that Bald Eagle was powerless to stop them.
Smash! The crystal glass was hurled violently onto the carpet, liquor and shards scattering everywhere.
He suddenly rose to his feet, his chest heaving violently. "Going home? Dream on!"
He strode to the encrypted communicator and directly connected to the Pentagon Defense Minister's dedicated line.
"Minister, did you see the