Smith's voice echoed over the Cemetery, every word dripping with condescension and certainty.
He believed no country would dare challenge the authority of Skull and Bones!
For a moment, deathly silence fell over the Cemetery again.
The hundreds of thousands of soldiers showed neither anger nor fear. They merely watched the Eagle Country man below the platform, who had torn open his shirt to reveal a strange tattoo, as though he were already dead.
There was pity in their gaze, and mockery too.
It was as if they were watching a clown throw everything he had into a ridiculous, pathetic performance.
"Heh..."
A soft chuckle came from the raised platform, breaking the silence.
Xu Anbang was smiling.
On his weathered face was none of the apprehension Smith had expected, only deep-rooted contempt for a petty schemer.
"Skull and Bones?"
Xu Anbang paced slowly, each step seeming to land on the hearts of the Eagle Country agents.
"I'll admit it. You rats hiding in the gutter have been around for quite some time."
"For a century, you've lurked behind the scenes, using money and schemes to stir up turmoil, start wars, and topple governments. You fancy yourselves the players who control the board."
"But you seem to have forgotten one thing!"
Elder Xu stopped. He looked down at Smith's rigid face and spoke each word with ringing force.
"This is the Dragon Kingdom!!!"
"Seventy years ago, we drove back the planes and tanks you were so proud of with millet and rifles, and sent MacArthur packing!"
"Today, our Dongfeng Carrier forced your arrogant Ninth Fleet to retreat and made a colossal joke of your so-called aircraft carrier supremacy!"
"And your Five-Star General fled in a blind panic!"
Elder Xu swept an arm toward the hundreds of thousands of soldiers inside and