"The Nobel Peace Prize?"
The award was well-known on Blue Star, but to receive such a "peace" honor immediately after annihilating the Star Alliance Country was quite ironic.
"Really interesting, worthy of the dynamite prize."
Lu Li's face showed a mocking, disdainful smile.
This so-called "peace prize" was repeatedly awarded to Western elites who started wars and to those Western lackeys who curried favor with them.
Though it carried a grand title, it was devoid of any real value.
Normally, the process would involve nominations, reviews, and selections, with the winner announced in October.
But now, late in February, the decision was made internally, clearly because the Western elites were afraid, fearing that Lu Li might cause more chaos. They wanted to appease and stabilize him.
Little did they know that their flattery had hit the wrong target, and Lu Li was quite displeased.
Seeing this, Teresa spoke up, "Should I firmly reject it?"
"Firm words? How firm can they be?"
