Infinite Terror: Infinite Reversal

Chapter 547: Conspicuous
When the United States organizing committee arrived at the door, there was no sound from inside. After they finally managed to dismantle the table blocking the door, they found people lying all over the floor... while the four Allied mechanical dragons, who should have been ganged up on, were sitting around the last remaining table.

Zheng Zha and Alexander, each with a cigarette dangling from their lips, both gave each other a malicious smile when they saw the organizing committee members walking this way.

Mu Xiang tapped his fingers on the table and glanced at the old man walking at the front... This man had also appeared in the movie. Although he wasn't the retired mechanical dragon, he was still a supervisor from the United States.

If we were to make a comparison, this man is more like the top leader compared to Tex Conway. He's responsible for the specific administrative coordination, such as dealing with the referee committee, while Tex Conway, despite being called the commander, is actually more like the chief instructor... a combination of team leader and coach.

As for the Allied powers, they valued strength and contribution above all else. Alexei was the highest-ranking official, combining administration and specific training, and he had adjutants to help him with specific administrative coordination issues.

For example, the person who came to handle this matter today was an adjutant... This adjutant, along with another group of people, followed behind the United States organizing committee. When he saw that the four people were alright, he breathed a huge sigh of relief.

This adjutant was not even as old as Alexander, and they called him "brother" in private. He was basically not intimidating at all... So when he heard that the four of them had been involved in a fight in the restaurant, he could only report it to Alexei immediately.

Alexei's reply was: "Just the four of them? You go and clean up the mess, be firm... It's probably Alexander's doing again."

On the way here, he was still a little confused, but when he saw that the four of them were safe and sound, while all the people from the United States were lying down, he relaxed and realized... Why does it feel like Alexander was fishing?
"You arrived pretty quickly. If you had been any later, we wouldn't have been able to hold on." Mu Xiang chuckled at the elderly man leading the way. "But that's part of your job, isn't it? The United States' substitutes are responsible for finding fault and beating people up, while the United States' organizing committee is responsible for smoothing things over?"

These words infuriated the organizing committee. What did they mean by saying you wouldn't be able to hold on if you arrived any later? Did they expect these hotheads to get up from the ground and beat you up?
However, the old man standing at the front remained expressionless. He looked at the substitutes lying on the ground and then said, "If it was one of our people who provoked us first, the organizing committee will punish them severely."

Mu Xiang waved his hand: "That's not right... First, you call it the organizing committee only because the three gladiatorial matches have been held here recently, but you don't have any coercive power. The reason you can manage them is because you're all in cahoots. But even if we provoked you first, you still have no jurisdiction. If you're not satisfied, you can go to the referee committee."

"Second, this is already a brawl, and it's a brawl where you outnumbered the enemy on your own turf... Even if they were all killed, it wouldn't change that fact. Since you've started fighting, you have to bear the consequences. If you win, you think you've crippled the Allied forces' fighting capacity, and if you lose, you complain to your parents. What kind of behavior is that?"

"In conclusion, we, the parties involved, reserve our opinion on the United States for the time being and transfer the right of negotiation to our accompanying officials. As for you, if you have any objections, you can stay here and argue, or appeal to the referee committee. We will not engage in such negotiations."

Upon hearing this, the faces of the people standing behind the old man turned even uglier, but none of them made any move to move aside.

Mu Xiang narrowed his eyes: "Are you trying to use force? It wouldn't look good if word got out that the United States attacked the Allied Forces' mechanical dragons in their own arena… Or do you think you guys are better fighters than those who train every day?" He gestured towards the fallen substitutes. The Allied Forces' adjutant coughed. He wasn't an incompetent fool like Alexander; as the adjutant responsible for negotiating with the referee committee and the United States, his foreign language skills were decent. He spoke a few words to the old man, his attitude still calm, but much better than Mu Xiang's.

"You can go back now, leave this to us," the adjutant said. As he spoke, another group of people entered; they were Allied guards. Although they were a little late, their presence at this time indicated a certain attitude.

The United States side was naturally frustrated. These kinds of private fights happened before and after almost every gladiatorial combat. Not to mention the mechanical dragons and substitutes on both sides, even the high-ranking officials on both sides might not be able to stand it. Generally speaking, it is easier to gain an advantage when fighting on home ground. Both the Allies and the United States have done this before, so neither side can say anything about the other.

However, Mu Xiang and his team fought and won on the away field... and afterwards they were all righteous and indignant. How were the home team supposed to respond?

The elder leader from the United States and the adjutant from the Allied Powers were still negotiating, but the rest of the United States remained standing still. Mu Xiang clicked his tongue and suddenly spoke up: "You don't think... everyone is as idle as you bunch of gentlemen, do you?"

The next moment, he slammed his fist into the only remaining table, and the antique-style high-end dining table instantly turned into pieces.

Everyone who was still talking fell silent, their gazes shifting in this direction... Although they knew that Mu Xiang and his group were capable of defeating opponents several times their size, the sheer impact of witnessing their combat prowess (at least what they displayed) was still overwhelming.

Mu Xiang didn't need to urge them anymore; everyone obediently made way, and Mu Xiang led Zheng Zha, who looked surprised, Luo Gandao, who looked completely bewildered, and Alexander out.

Upon reaching the door, Mu Xiang turned around and said, "Although your people injured the old master with their wild punches, we don't plan to appeal the matches tomorrow and the day after... After all, beating you is still a piece of cake."

Alexander's lips twitched. Wasn't this kid even more arrogant than him? As for Luo Gandao, he also scratched his head with a wry smile. He roughly understood that Mu Xiang and the others wanted to show off their strength, but wasn't this going too far? Even ignoring Alexander, he himself was still just a newcomer without any enhancements. Did Mu Xiang and Zheng Zha really have the confidence to handle anything unfavorable to them?
The roster for this competition consists of Mu Xiang and three others, as well as Alexander. There are hardly any substitutes... After all, in Alexei's view, winning these three matches would be a piece of cake, so it would be better to send the rest of the Mechanical Dragons or the qualified reserves to other fronts to stand by.

The main group members lived near each other. After escorting Alexander and Luo Gandao back to their respective dorms, Zheng Zha followed Mu Xiang inside. He casually closed the door and asked疑惑地问道, "Wasn't what you just did... a bit too conspicuous?"

(End of this chapter)