Everyone on the screen wore a remarkably colorful expression.
Because this was hardly serious.
"Give him one."
One of the leaders finally waved a hand heavily.
"But we don't have any Huazi."
"A knockoff will do."
"..."
Soon, a soldier opened the door and marched inside with stiff, wary solemnity, mechanically taking out a cigarette and lighting it for him.
Controlling the puppet, Lynn crossed his legs and took a deep drag, a look of bliss spreading across his face. Everyone could even clearly see smoke seeping through the gaps in his broken ribs.
Everyone's cheeks involuntarily twitched.
"Can we begin negotiations now?"
The elderly man at the center of the screen asked in a grave voice. His graying hairline and the five stars on his shoulders further underscored his rank and status.
Lynn looked at them with a faint smile. "I imagine you all know who I am. If not, you can look me up in the Supernatural General Administration's database. They should have plenty of information on me. So let me get straight to the point: I bear humanity no ill will. In fact, just like you, I'm human too, so naturally, I'll stand with my own species. That's beyond dispute."
His smiling gaze swept over the excited Bai Yi in a corner of the screen, but did not linger on him for long.
And those words.
To Bai Yi, they were undoubtedly the greatest stimulant imaginable. He sat there practically bursting with excitement, his face flushed. Although it was an immature display, it also revealed his almost unquestioning trust in and admiration for his Big Brother.
The elderly man studied him intently and said with a serious expression:
"Is that so? If you don't mind, I'll address you as Mr. Lynn. Then I would like to ask