Douluo: I founded the mecha tribe and I am the king of mecha battles!

Chapter 154 If you want war, then let it be war!
"Please tell me, is it possible for Zhao Song to recover from his injuries?"

Wu Changkong spoke in a low voice, trying to appear calm. "He was once an important talent in our Tang Clan, and I hope he can receive proper treatment."

A hint of disdain flashed in Chen Zhou's eyes. Without even making a request, he calmly said, "His situation is almost meaningless to your question. We've already interrogated him; he's now awaiting trial."

"Trial? Who are you judging?"

Wu Changkong questioned sternly, but a sense of powerlessness lingered in his heart: "What right do you have to judge a senior who upheld the stability of the continent! Do you know what this means?!"

"Or are you saying that your Beast Machine Merchant Guild is already prepared for a full-scale war with the Tang Sect?!"

Chen Zhou didn't immediately respond to Wu Changkong's rage. Instead, he gently tapped the table next to the sofa with his fingers, producing a rhythmic sound. The sound seemed to possess some kind of magic, gradually calming Wu Changkong down. Chen Zhou's gaze remained calm, as if Wu Changkong's anger was nothing more than an insignificant storm in his eyes.

"Wu Changkong, you seem to have misunderstood something."

Chen Zhou spoke slowly, his voice deep and powerful, "Our Beast Merchant Guild has never provoked a conflict with the Tang Clan. On the contrary, this is the result of the Tang Clan's actions and atrocities in the East China Sea region."

"Don't rush to refute me. If you want evidence, then you should understand that since I dared to say it, it means that my evidence is definitely more abundant than yours."

"Secondly, please think carefully about which side, us or the Tang Clan, made the first move?"

"I think that whether it's the person behind your communication soul tool or you, you should know everything."

Wu Changkong fell silent, a complex light flashing in his eyes.

Chen Zhou's words were like a sharp knife, striking straight to his heart. He could not deny that the Tang Clan's actions in the East China Sea region were indeed problematic, and some of their actions had even crossed the Federation's bottom line.

But would any Tang Clan disciple really care about these things that violate federal law?

Private feuds, unauthorized inspections, and research into prohibited technologies
There are a ton of things that Wu Changkong knows, not to mention the things he doesn't know.
Even he, who was once detained by the East Sea Fleet and should have been sentenced to several months in prison, was still released.
As a beneficiary of the existing system, Wu Changkong was completely unable to refute Chen Zhou's accusations. He knew all too well that the Tang Clan's actions in the East China Sea region had long exceeded the limits of federal law, and some of their behaviors had even crossed the line of morality and ethics.

However, as a member of the Tang Clan, he could never completely sever his loyalty and faith in the Tang Clan.

Wu Changkong took a deep breath, trying to keep his voice calm: "Chen Zhou, you're right, the Tang Clan does have some problems in the East China Sea region. But you must understand that many of us are working hard to change this situation. I hope the Beast Merchant Guild can give the Tang Clan a chance to resolve these issues through negotiation, rather than through violence and confrontation."

"Negotiation? Sure."

Chen Zhou's easy answer left Wu Changkong somewhat incredulous.

He even thought that Chen Zhou would continue to be aggressive and even put forward some harsh conditions.

However, Chen Zhou's answer was beyond his expectations. This was like a bucket of water being poured over Wu Changkong's anger, which dissipated but left a blockage in his heart, making him very uncomfortable.

Wu Changkong remained silent for a moment, a complex light flashing in his eyes. He hadn't expected Chen Zhou to agree to negotiations so easily, which surprised him and made him realize that the Beast Merchant Guild might not be as he had imagined, merely pursuing confrontation and destruction.

"Chen Zhou, you...you're really willing to negotiate?"

Wu Changkong's voice carried a hint of uncertainty, as if he were confirming whether he had misheard. Chen Zhou smiled slightly, a trace of indifference flashing in his eyes: "Wu Changkong, the Beast Merchant Guild has never been an organization that enjoys violence. What we pursue is change, to make the East China Sea, and even the entire Federation, a better place."

These nonsense words were only meant for Wu Changkong to hear.

Neither Chen Zhou nor Guo Xiaoxu, whom Wu Changkong later reported to, would take these words seriously.

"I'll go back and discuss it, and then I'll tell you the location."

"Remember the information you were supposed to provide."

Chen Zhou stood up, straightened his clothes slightly, and looked calmly at Wu Changkong, his tone carrying an undeniable firmness: "Wu Changkong, I hope you understand that the Beast Merchant Guild is not threatening the Tang Sect, but rather issuing a statement. We are not afraid of any war."

"If you want war, then let it be war!"

With that, Chen Zhou strode out of the room.

Watching Chen Zhou's departing figure, Wu Changkong was somewhat dazed. He seemed to see no trace of a ten-year-old boy in Chen Zhou.
Is this the gap?

After a long while, Wu Changkong realized that he seemed to have forgotten to send a message to Guo Xiaoxu!

As dusk deepened, the setting sun, like blood, cast its last rays upon a desolate countryside, as if draping the earth in a thin veil of crimson gold. This place was rarely visited, overgrown with weeds, the wind rustling silently, with only distant mountains faintly visible, seemingly merging with the sky.

The central part of Douluo Continent was originally a densely populated area, but this place, located near the East Sea and bordered by a primeval forest, has become a sparsely populated area, seemingly forgotten by time, so quiet that it is unsettling.

On a smooth stone platform, a refined young man sat upright, his features exquisite, his robes fluttering, and his every gesture exuding an air of scholarly elegance. He listlessly flipped through a worn notebook in his hand; the paper was yellowed, the handwriting messy, suggesting it was an object from a long time ago.

The boy's expression was calm, but his eyes revealed a hint of contemplation, as if he were searching for some truth buried by time.

Behind the boy, three figures stood solemnly, each with a different aura.

A man with long, flowing blond hair and a calm, still face, yet a thunderous power seemed to lurk between his brows, sending chills down one's spine with every glance. This man was called Golden Claw God, a capable lieutenant under the young man's command. Though silent, he commanded respect.

Another burly man with purple hair, as tall as an iron tower, with broad shoulders and thick arms, had a ferocious face and a sly grin on his lips. His name was Zi Kai, and he seemed to be a fierce general who had stepped out of the battlefield, exuding a terrifying aura.

The last person was dressed in a blue robe, his figure ethereal and otherworldly, his brows revealing a touch of carefree and unrestrained spirit. His name was Qingguang, and he acted like a wandering knight, yet he possessed unfathomable strength.

The three stood solemnly, their eyes all focused on the notebook in the boy's hand, as if waiting for some kind of signal.

However, the boy remained engrossed in the words, never looking up, only the gentle breeze rustling his clothes.

　I'm so tired after a long day at work, I'll post two chapters now and the rest tomorrow.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)