Watching the silver figure quickly disappear into the darkness, the weary-faced president let out a deep sigh. With his back to the somewhat messy room behind him, he said, "What are our losses?"
"Three thousand and twelve personnel participated in the battle. Two thousand six hundred and thirty-two with minor injuries, three hundred and sixty-six with serious injuries, fourteen missing, and the number of deaths... zero."
Upon hearing the president's question, a middle-aged man in a suit immediately replied. As his eyes moved slowly over the numbers on the report, he could no longer hide the surprise in his tone.
"Is that so?"
Hearing the middle-aged man's reply, the president's face also showed surprise.
But when he thought of the conversation he just had with the person in charge of the Far East Branch, a sense of relief filled his heart. Perhaps only under that lady's command would there be such a person.
As for those who went missing, the intelligence about tonight's events would probably be on the desks of the relevant parties very soon.
"Regarding this matter, what are your thoughts?"
His gaze shifted, and the president looked at the girl who still wore an unwilling expression.
"That guy is just too arrogant!"
Gritting her silver teeth, Mo Xi said resentfully.
On the battlefield, to incapacitate an opponent without taking their life is much more difficult than killing them directly. Was that guy named Ming Yu trying to make a show of force this way?
*Even if I show mercy, you still can't stop me!*
Although Ming Yu didn't say it out loud, his every action ruthlessly displayed his contempt for Singapore.
"No, no, no, you shouldn't think that way. This person is..."
Seeing the girl's thoughts, a hint of disappointment couldn't help but appear on the president's face. Perhaps his educational direction had gone astray; Mo Xi had not seen what he wanted her to understand from this.
Looking at the stubbornness on the girl's face, the president's words of explanation couldn't come out. He only let out a long sigh and said, "Forget it, you will understand in the future."
In terms of combat ability, Mo Xi had indeed met his expectations, and even exceeded them. Although she was still far from being comparable to the best in Schicksal, she was already very good in Singapore.
But in her grasp of the situation, Mo Xi was too naive. The ideology of patriotism, while giving the girl the courage to fight, also limited her vision.
And his own previous bias towards Schicksal and Anti-Entropy had also affected her ability to make objective and correct judgments.
"Has everything been arranged?"
Turning his head to the solemn-faced middle-aged man, the president's face was also filled with seriousness.
"Yes, everything has been arranged."
Looking at the president with a touch of pity, the middle-aged man replied in a deep voice, lowering his head slightly.
"In that case, I can rest assured."
Smiling with relief, the president took out a pistol from the drawer and aimed it firmly at his own chest.
Since Singapore wanted to switch allegiances, he, the most loyal "Anti-Entropy supporter," had to disappear.
"No!"
Seeing the president's action and the resolve in the old man's eyes, Mo Xi finally realized what was about to happen and rushed forward.
......
*Bang!*
Hearing the low gunshot, Ming Yu, who had not gone far, paused his steps.
"Boring political games!"
He cursed in a low voice and then continued walking forward as if he had heard nothing.
The news of his arrival here couldn't be hidden, but the result of tonight's secret talks had to be sealed. Singapore had to temporarily stabilize the "Anti-Entropy faction" within the country; the city could not afford turmoil.
The breakdown of negotiations between Schicksal and Singapore needed proof. And a dead president was undoubtedly the best evidence.
Given Schicksal's usual arrogance, wasn't it perfectly normal to casually kill the leader of a small country after a disagreement?
Probably before tomorrow, his wanted posters would be flying everywhere.
But Ming Yu wasn't worried about this at all. Unless the Singaporean government was truly foolish, they wouldn't post his real photo.
Instead of worrying about the wanted poster that was bound to be a joke, Ming Yu felt some resentment towards that Principal.
She clearly knew there was an important meeting tonight, so what was with the pink HOMU pajamas?
He must have been out of his mind to agree to Himeko's request to hand over the meeting to Theresa.
Heaven knows how Ming Yu, when introducing the Principal to the President of Singapore, managed to keep a straight face and point to the little girl in pink HOMU pajamas, saying, this is my boss.
If not for Theresa also showing the thickness of her skin, talking to the president without a change in expression, as if she were wearing the most formal attire.
If not for the strength Ming Yu had shown being so overwhelming, enough to suppress all dissent...
For a conversation under such circumstances to reach a national-level consensus was truly a miracle.
But thinking of the Principal's meaningful look on the screen at the end, Ming Yu felt his future instantly dim. It should have been Himeko's responsibility as the intermediary, but Ming Yu felt that the blame would most likely fall on him.
Never had he seen such a shameless Principal, although that pink HOMU pajama was indeed cute...
Covering his mouth to stop the unbidden tears from flowing, Ming Yu shook his head, temporarily pushing that image from his mind.
Suddenly, Ming Yu's steps came to an abrupt halt. The leisure in his eyes vanished in an instant, and his entire body tensed up.
"Come out!"
His expression suddenly froze. Ming Yu stared intently at the dark shadows ahead. Even though his eyes had not yet caught any enemy, the sixth sense from practicing Sword Heart had already started to warn him frantically.
Due to the need for some confidentiality for what he did tonight, Ming Yu did not choose the bright main roads but had been walking through deserted small alleys.
In this dim alley where the light could hardly penetrate, a silent and cold aura began to spread. It was an atmosphere called danger.
"As expected of the user of the Key of Corruption, your perception is truly sharp."
A low, hoarse voice sounded, and a black shape began to move. As if born from the darkness, a figure holding a large black umbrella emerged from the flowing shadows.
"First time we meet. I am Gray Serpent." A steel mask covered his face, and the exposed right eye was full of the red light of electronic machinery. This man, exuding an eerie aura, spoke words that surprised Ming Yu again and again. "Perhaps, I can call you... Black Fox."
Hearing this alias he had casually chosen from another's mouth, Ming Yu's black pupils suddenly contracted, and a hint of surprise appeared on his face.
Although Ming Yu had intended to frame World Serpent when he took this name, it was just something he did on the side. Now that the real owner had come to his door and called him out, he couldn't help but feel a bit of embarrassment.
"Who is Black Fox? I've never known him." With a sneer, Ming Yu took a slight step to the side, slowly extending his right hand towards Gray Serpent. "But speaking of the Key of Corruption, I happen to have one here. Do you want to see it?"
A black longsword suddenly appeared in Ming Yu's hand, its straight blade aimed firmly at Gray Serpent's chest.
Although he was a bit surprised that World Serpent could find him so quickly, Ming Yu had no intention of being captured without a fight.
"I just wonder if you can afford the price."
A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, and a faint blood-red light shone in Ming Yu's black eyes.
"If one person is not enough, then let's add another."
A red light suddenly flashed, and a woman draped in a dark red cloak appeared in front of Ming Yu.
Glancing at the red claws in the woman's hands, and then at the three white marks on the scabbard of the Dustless Sword he had just summoned, Ming Yu's eyes instantly became grave.
Although the main body of the scabbard was made from the bone marrow of the Judgment-class Honkai Beast Chiyou, this material was in no way inferior to Soulium, and in some aspects, its performance was even superior to the metal-based Soulium.
To be able to leave marks on such a material, the origin of that claw-shaped weapon needed no further speculation.
"Raven."
After a simple self-introduction, the woman took a step to the side, both ceding the right to speak to Gray Serpent and subtly increasing the distance between them.
"Now, can we have a proper talk?"
As if completely ignoring Raven's move, Gray Serpent spoke calmly, but his words now carried a sharp, aggressive edge.