At least in everyone else's eyes, Yang Pan had stabbed Wang Hong to death.
That was enough to prove where he stood.
The Korean representative and Eve had nothing more to say.
Qiao looked reassured as well and once again gestured for everyone to sit.
Since they were in the same boat, Yang Pan's connections in the Dragon Kingdom qualified him for a seat at the front.
At the head of the long table, Qiao, Yang Pan, Eve, the Alliance representative, and the Holy See representative took their seats as the leaders of the four sides.
Qiao stopped testing him and went straight to the point.
"The Dragon Kingdom has already begun moving troops. Our agents report that every prefecture is mustering. Yang, in your experience, how many troops will the Dragon Kingdom field?" As military commander, Qiao was the most qualified to ask that question.
A war between the two sides would come down to supplies and manpower.
Yang Pan said nothing, merely raising one finger.
"A hundred thousand?" the Korean representative asked stupidly.
Everyone immediately rolled their eyes at him.
If the Dragon Kingdom only had a hundred thousand troops, would the West need to muster several hundred thousand?
"A million?" The head of the Nine Chrysanthemum Sect stroked his beard and sighed. "Having a large population... certainly helps."
Yang Pan said nothing and shook his head again.
"Ten million?" Qiao and everyone else looked incredulous.
With ten million troops, the Dragon Kingdom could steamroll the world.
That was far too outrageous.
How many supplies would ten million troops need?
How would they handle logistics?
Putting on an inscrutable air, Yang Pan shook his head again and explained, "Perhaps ten million, perhaps... a hundred million, perhaps..."
"How many troops they field depends on what kind of mobilization order