The Capital.
Inside a certain secret compound.
The four big shots who controlled the entire Dragon Kingdom sat around a huge square table.
Yang Min, Bai Tai, Ding Kuian, and Old Man Guan.
The four controlled the Dragon Kingdom's military, government, finances, and judiciary.
A single stamp of any one of their feet could shake the entire Asia Region.
At that moment,
The four calmly drank tea, as though the incident on Fei Island had never happened.
Although they kept one another in check, each had the Dragon Kingdom's interests at heart, so there was little personal animosity between them.
After chatting like old friends for half an hour, Old Man Guan was the first to ask, "You invited me all the way here for more than just tea, didn't you?"
At those words, the other three set down their teacups.
Their expressions darkened.
"Things on Fei Island aren't looking good."
Yang Min pondered for a moment before voicing his concern. "My people found out that the Satan Organization is already on the island."
"If the European Federation weren't pulling strings behind the scenes, Fei Island wouldn't fucking dare cross us, even with ten thousand times the guts," Bai Tai cursed angrily, slapping the table.
He oversaw the Dragon Kingdom's judiciary and was famously intolerant of evil.
"I heard people have died, too?"
Ding Kuian sighed, looking somewhat troubled. "A good project that benefits the country and the people-how did it turn out like this?"
"Benefits the country and the people? Our soldiers paid for that with their fucking lives," Old Man Guan declared, settling the matter. "You've been holding back my military funding all these years. I can't even afford the fuel to put out to sea, and what's come of it?"
"All that bullshit about international repercussions, and