A is in StarCraft, just disembarked from the Zerg Prince spaceship.

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......

It's General Zhao Chongshan!

He escorted Minister Hawke of the Liernia Empire, who was drunk at a banquet, back to the state guesthouse.

A convoy of black cars slowly pulled up in front of the villas on the hilltop. The front door opened, and General Zhao Chongshan stepped out.

His expression remained serious, but for some reason, a hint of embarrassment crept into it.

The door of the second car also opened.

"Hey, be careful." General Zhao quickly went over to help him up and whispered a word of advice.

Two staff members from Liernia stepped forward and helped Minister Hawke, who was completely drunk and unconscious, out of the car.

Minister Hawke was thoroughly drunk at the midday banquet, mumbling incoherently in his native language, making it impossible to understand what he was saying.

The female insect's body structure is closer to that of other insects. It only has sweat glands, or spiracles, on its head. Its respiratory system is also different, and its ability to metabolize alcohol is not as good as that of mammals.

After drinking two bottles of Earth's strongest liquor, I'm afraid I'll be drunk for a whole day.

General Zhao Chongshan watched as the staff helped Minister Hawke into the building, while he stood at the bottom of the steps, looked up at the villa's terrace window, and hesitated for a moment.

...Well, he drank today too. Apologizing while drunk doesn't seem very sincere! And today isn't exactly an auspicious day, so how about we come another day?

...Escaping is shameful and useless.

Alas. Old Zhao's illustrious reputation has been shattered like this.

How tragic!

General Zhao looked grief-stricken.

But that's okay. A good male A will admit his mistakes and correct them, and will never be stubborn.

Only a coward wouldn't dare admit his mistakes!

He took a deep breath, the air carrying the coolness of the mountains and forests filling his lungs.

Sigh, look at the surrounding trees to calm down and prepare myself mentally.

The world is so wonderful, yet I am so irritable. This is not good.

The surrounding environment is just like an ancient temple on the mountain. Zhao Chongshan, you're amazing! Just treat it as worshipping a Bodhisattva!

"Hello," he called to a female guard standing nearby, "Excuse me, could you please help me find your Minister Greta?"

"Greetings, General," a guard at the state guesthouse asked softly, "Are you looking for our Foreign Minister?"

General Zhao Chongshan nodded slightly: "Yes, he said that Zhao Chongshan from the Human Military Department requests an audience to apologize for the reception he received a few days ago."

"Okay, please wait a moment."

The guard nodded and left, while General Zhao stood there, still a little nervous.

He wasn't one to readily kneel and apologize, but this time was different. If Lyrnia truly only wanted to help humanity grow stronger without seeking anything in return or engaging in aggression, then his previous attitude was indeed...

Minister Greta is a friendly person, but that day he was acting all grumpy... oh dear.

He acted like an idiot, ugh.

A lifetime of illustrious reputation was ruined in an instant.

How tragic!

But I still have to apologize.

Man A knew he could correct his mistakes.

Just as he was pondering how to phrase his words, another person emerged from the villa's gate. It wasn't a guard, but Minister Greta herself.

"General Zhao?" Minister Greta, who had been upstairs, came down immediately after hearing the female officer's report. Looking at General Zhao Chongshan, she asked in surprise, "You wanted to see me...?"

General Zhao immediately stood up straight: "Minister Greta, I apologize for disturbing your rest. I just brought Minister Hawke back, and by the way..."

He paused for a moment, then continued, "I apologize for my inappropriate words and actions during the talks a few days ago."

Minister Greta's expression instantly became indescribable; he hesitated, then stammered, "Emmm, well... um..."

Your son is in the lobby behind me.

Father-in-law... no, father-in-law... that's not right either...

It's such a small matter. Father! Why are you being so polite?

General Zhao Chongshan stood at attention, his back straight: "A soldier should have the courage to admit his mistakes. My wild guesses about your visit and the proposal to establish diplomatic relations that day were really wrong. My reaction was too strong, my behavior was inappropriate, and my words were impolite. I hereby sincerely apologize to you."

Minister Greta quickly said, "No, no, no, you were just doing your duty, General Zhao. We understand, we all understand. It was just a routine procedure..."

"But I still need to explain my stance to you." General Zhao Chongshan interrupted him, then realized he had been rash again and quickly tried to make amends: "I'm so sorry to have interrupted you again. What I wanted to say was that my tough attitude might have been misinterpreted as a lack of trust in your country as a whole, which was absolutely not my intention. I have to explain to you that because we had been facing invasions from lower-level Zerg, and I was a commander in charge of the battlefield, many soldiers had been killed or wounded when facing the lower-level Zerg, I initially assumed that the higher-level Zerg were the invaders, and I didn't think things through... Oh dear! I'm really sorry."

General Zhao Chongshan spoke very quickly, but Minister Greta heard him clearly.

Minister Greta gave a sincere smile: "We understand, we understand. The alien races are not clear about the relationship between the higher and lower Zerg, just as we couldn't distinguish between higher and lower primates before we understood, and subconsciously categorized monkeys and humans as the same kind."

General Zhao Chongshan remained silent for a moment, then suddenly stood up and saluted Greta with perfect military posture: "Thank you so much for your understanding."

Thinking about my attitude a few days ago, I feel increasingly guilty.

It's to the point where I have to sit up in the middle of the night and slap myself.

"Please don't take it to heart, this is how diplomacy is, General Zhao." Minister Greta looked at him, her voice gentle. "It's perfectly normal to be wary during initial contact. Only through subsequent interactions can we understand each other's positions and thoughts, thus achieving peaceful coexistence."

"Thanks."

Greta chuckled softly, "You're welcome, General Zhao. Thank you for your concern and for making a special apology, as well as for escorting Minister Hawke back. Minister Hawke always does this when he's drinking."

"It's my duty, you're too kind." General Zhao Chongshan nodded slightly, and for the first time in three days, he felt the burden on his shoulders lighten a little.

Minister Greta blinked, smiled, and then walked over: "Well, that concludes the official business. There's one more personal matter I'd like to discuss with you."

General Zhao asked in confusion, "?"

"Please speak?"

A sly smile flashed in Minister Greta's eyes, and she suddenly turned around and called out, "Zhao Zheng—Zhao Zheng?"

General Zhao: "?"

General Zhao Chongshan's serious face, which had just shown a slight smile, went blank.

Then Minister Zhao came out, stood next to Minister Greta, coughed lightly, and said to General Zhao Chongshan, "Dad..."

General Zhao Chongshan looked at Zhao Zheng, then at Minister Greta.

Let's look at Zhao Zheng again, and then at Minister Greta.

Zhao Zheng made a gesture of pressing two thumbs together: "It's that, pinch..."

General Zhao Chongshan: "?"

General Zhao Chongshan's eyes rolled back, his body went limp, and he passed out with a "hiccup!"

"General Zhao!" "Dad!" Minister Greta and Zhao Zheng rushed over to help him up.

General Zhao Chongshan pointed a trembling finger at Zhao Zheng.

"I'm charging into battle on the front lines, and you're acting as a traitor in the rear?! ...No."

"I'm charging into battle on the front lines, and you're colluding with the enemy from the rear?! ...That's not right either."

—I'm leading the opposition on the front lines, and you're dating the foreign minister in the back?!

"belch--!"

"dad!!!"