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Chapter 477 The Little-Known Secrets of the Great Xia Dynasty

The Atlantis instance is no place for trivial matters.

Mitsui Yasutoshi's confrontation with the professionals in Otsuka was clearly driven by the death of his son and the pressure from his superiors.

Without real strength, who will take you seriously? Do you think this is your "Ghost Month" organization?

The young people of Daxia, protected by five war gods, showed no respect whatsoever to Mitsui Yasutoshi.

After picking up the conversation, he kept mocking and being sarcastic, which made Mitsui Yasutoshi so angry that he turned red in the face.

Applying the losses from other instances to Atlantis is simply unreasonable. The participating nations either don't get involved or just go about their business.

Mitsui Yasutoshi's mind was a little muddled, but he was well aware of the consequences of acting rashly.

Left with no other choice, Mitsui Yasutoshi, filled with resentment, went to the American team.

In the howling cold wind, the modern military positions of the United States lie like a steel behemoth in the snow.

High-strength alloys were used to delineate a vast ice surface, forming the main body of the position. The special light blue camouflage paint blended seamlessly with the endless glacier.

After being questioned by the guards, Mitsui Yasutoshi was able to enter the position.

Inside the position, various high-tech devices were operating in an orderly manner, and thermal imaging monitors radiated through the swirling snow, covering all living things inside and within a radius of several kilometers around the position.

The images were transmitted to the large screen in the command center.

"Mr. Mitsui, you've arrived~ Let me introduce myself, my name is Reid."

A middle-aged military officer in uniform, carrying a silver eagle emblem, walked towards Mitsui Yasutoshi with three colleagues.

The guy smiled broadly and extended his hand to shake hands with Mitsui Yasutoshi.

However, this guy's other hand was just as active. With a wave of his hand, the three followers behind him put a special collar around Mitsui Yasutoshi's neck without saying a word.

The swift and decisive action completely humiliated Mitsui Yasutoshi.

No, a mere few high-ranking officers from the US-led coalition dare to treat me like this? Are they trying to overthrow the Heavenly Gang?

Before Mitsui Yasutoshi could even ask a question, Colonel Reid quickly spoke up.

"Mitsui War God, please don't be angry. The Atlantis instance is extremely special. In principle, you shouldn't be allowed to enter my American camp. It's only because the higher-ups remember your past kindness that they took pity on you and let you in, right?"

"If you encounter any problems, just let those guys at the top know. They're waiting for you in the command center."

Upon hearing this, the urge to lash out subsided considerably.

Mitsui Yasutoshi knew very well that some things could not be decided by a mere colonel, so he adjusted his mood and put on a different face.

"Of course, then I'll trouble Colonel Reed to lead the way."

Under Reid's guidance, Mitsui Yasutoshi successfully passed through layers of checkpoints and entered the warm and comfortable command center of the beautiful country.

The command center was large, with three middle-aged people and one elderly person sitting at the U-shaped conference table.

The auras of the four were exceptionally powerful, all reaching the level of war gods.

Black Tomb War God, Cold Domain War God, Shadow War God, and Stark, the famous American military-industrial CEO.

In a secluded corner of the conference room sat a young couple with blond hair and blue eyes, chatting happily, both exuding an aura of war gods.

The four people at the U-shaped table were carefully selecting items from the dungeon treasure catalog projected on the large screen. When they spotted Mitsui Yasutoshi, all six of them turned their attention to him.

"What's wrong, Mitsui Yasutoshi? The dungeon is about to open, what important matter do you have that you came to see us alone?"

As Stark spoke, he snapped his fingers, and nanotechnology swiftly formed a luxurious chair behind Mitsui Yasutoshi. "Sit down and let's talk."

Japan has been a lackey of the United States for quite some time, so the leaders of the United States really had no reason to refuse Mitsui Yasutoshi's request to meet.

Mitsui Yasutoshi thanked Stark, and then said something that made the six war gods present look solemn.

The four people at the U-shaped table had a hint of murderous intent in their eyes.

"I hope that before those guys from Great Xia leave the instance, you will join forces with my two war gods from Japan to severely injure them."

"In exchange, I will give you something you need."

Then, Mitsui Yasutoshi began to recount a piece of history.

Every country experiences periods of rise and fall, and even a powerful nation like the Great Xia was no exception.

During that dark period of history, the Great Xia lost their most precious artifact of law—the Twin Eyes of Pangu.

This secret was known to very few, even among the highest levels of the Great Xia Dynasty.

“I know that the Crimson Gold Left Eye has fallen into your country’s hands. For many years, your country has been searching for the whereabouts of the Silver Right Eye. I know where the Silver Left Eye is. In exchange, I hope you will consider my proposal.”

As soon as he finished speaking, three black tombstones appeared out of thin air, pinning Mitsui Yasutoshi firmly to the spot.

"Mitsui Yasutoshi, have you forgotten our subordinate relationship?"

"Do you think you have the right to negotiate with us?"

"Or do you think that, with your own strength, after putting on our special collar, you still have the ability to fight against the six of us?"

Black Tomb's gaze sharpened, and the collar around Mitsui Yasutoshi's neck instantly emitted a powerful electric current and visibly shrank, causing the veins on Mitsui Yasutoshi's forehead to bulge.

"Gentlemen, I don't believe I have such capabilities. I just think your country's intelligence system is so-so. For thousands of years, Japan has kept this secret, and you haven't noticed anything."

"My death here is a small matter. If we cannot gather those two Law-based artifacts, I'm afraid you will find it difficult to break the current booming pace of the Great Xia Dynasty!"

After exchanging glances, the four people at the U-shaped table decisively stopped torturing Mitsui Yasutoshi.

Mitsui Yasutoshi's statement does have some merit.

If these things were actually in the hands of ordinary people, it would be truly terrifying to think about.

Mitsui Yasutoshi's demands are excessive.

Taking action against the Great Xia would have very serious consequences.

By making this request, Mitsui Yasutoshi clearly intended to settle a personal score.

Under normal circumstances, the United States wouldn't even consider that.

If Mitsui Yasutoshi could provide the intelligence that America urgently needs, it wouldn't be impossible for him to become an enemy of Great Xia.

"If you can really provide relevant information, this matter might have a chance."

"Anyway, war with the Great Xia is inevitable sooner or later. If your intelligence is detailed enough, you might be able to secure a spot to kill one or two specific targets. Let's go."

Stark stood up and waved to Mitsui Yasutoshi.

“Come with me to make a phone call to Mr. Baidi and tell him everything you know.”

After Stark left with Mitsui Yasutoshi, the three people at the U-shaped table exchanged glances, secretly observing the young couple sitting in the corner.

(End of this chapter)