That day.
White Garment drifted across the sea.
That day, Little White Tiger beat up the ambassadors from various countries in a restaurant.
That day, the Alliance agreed to all of the Dragon Kingdom's conditions.
That day, the Alliance sent several secret cables in succession, trying to explain that Jorger's actions had nothing to do with the Alliance.
That day, Guotai Min'an's four members were baffled. Why had the Alliance, which had been haggling just a moment ago, suddenly backed down?
That day, the ambassadors from various countries were seriously injured. They did not even dare enter a hospital and chartered a plane to flee to Kou Island overnight.
"What happened?"
Inside the command center.
The Old Man stared in bewilderment at the treaty the Alliance had signed.
"What are they up to now?"
Minister Bai practically wanted to take a magnifying glass to every word of the treaty, afraid the other side had slipped a trap into it.
"They were still fucking arguing with us this morning, and they backed down this afternoon?"
Puzzled, Yang Huaimin picked up his phone, ready to have his subordinates investigate what had happened.
The next moment.
A guard ran into the command center and said with a delighted grin, "We found out."
"What happened?"
The senior officials were eager to find out what Jorger meant by this.
He had not even shown his face, just had someone draft the treaty, signed it, and left?
"Ahem, didn't we deliberately leave their food and lodging unarranged? Jorger, Gulis, and the rest went looking for somewhere to eat on the street."
"They happened to run into Old Eighth and Old Ninth having a meal. Apparently, Old Eighth had had a little to drink. Someone said the wrong thing, and they started fighting."
"Holy shit?"
The senior