One person: Starting with the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, his grandmaster uncle emerges from seclusion.

He felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, his chest heaving, and a sweet, metallic taste rising in his throat.

"puff……"

He forced back the mouthful of blood that was about to spit out.

shame!

anger!

fear!

A jumble of emotions swirled wildly in his mind.

He wished he could order all the artillery to be mobilized right now and bombard the island to the ground!

but.

Looking at his terrified subordinates, and recalling the man's nonchalant slap in the hall...

Ivanov closed his eyes.

He took three deep breaths.

When he opened his eyes again, the madness and anger in them had been forcibly suppressed.

His ability to become vice president was not solely due to his combat prowess, but also to his ability to assess situations and make sound judgments.

"Leo".

Ivanov took out a handkerchief, wiped his mouth, and sat back down on the sofa.

Although his voice was hoarse, he had regained his composure:

"Go to the storeroom. Bring out the oldest 'Goddess Spring' cigar, and that box of premium cigars."

"Select two people who are sweet-talking and quick-witted to be the right people."

Leo was taken aback: "Vice President, what are you doing...?"

"Go and sue for peace."

Ivanov uttered those three words crisply and decisively, without the slightest hesitation.

"Doesn't he like the prestige of China? Let's give him that prestige. Let's keep our posture to a minimum."

“Tell him that the Abyss Squad are traitors and that we have been deceived.”

Ivanov looked out the window at the fog-shrouded sea, a glint of malice flashing in his eyes:

"Our real goal is the distribution of profits on Nathan Island. As long as we can secure our bargaining power at the conference table, what do a few thugs matter?"

"Saving face is never as important as surviving and making money."

"Go and do it."

Hearing his boss's frighteningly rational statement.

The people in the conference room seemed to wake up from a dream, and they all gave each other a thumbs up in their hearts.

This is the kind of person who's capable of great things!

Be flexible and adaptable!

As long as we slide fast enough, death can't catch up with us!

……

at the same time.

On the high seas, hundreds of nautical miles from Nathan Island.

The massive Behemoth aircraft carrier is sailing smoothly.

Inside the spacious and luxurious office.

Ron Keller was sitting with his legs crossed, a thick cigar between his fingers, and his brow furrowed.

On the big screen, the explosive energy fluctuations had subsided for a long time.

But the numbers at that moment still sent chills down the spine of this board leader.

"Drip."

The secure satellite phone on the table rang.

Ron glanced at the caller ID and immediately plastered a fake smile on his face.

"Oh! My dear old friend, Mr. Zhao!"

Ron's tone was as enthusiastic as it could possibly be:

"It's so late, you're still not resting? Is that problem still unresolved?"

Is there any assistance we at Behemoth can offer?

On the other end of the phone, Zhao Fangxu was sitting at his desk piled high with documents.

He held an enamel mug with the words "Serve the People" printed on it and blew on the broken tea leaves on it.

"Mr. Ron, you're too kind. Everything here is delicious and we enjoy it immensely."

Zhao Fangxu continued with a smile:

"I just wanted to call and check on your journey at sea because the moonlight is so nice tonight. Are the waves rough around Nathan Island?"

Ron exhaled a smoke ring, inwardly cursing the fatso for pretending.

He didn't bother beating around the bush and got straight to the point:

"Chairman Zhao, since we're all old acquaintances, I'll get straight to the point."

"Our equipment on Nathan Island just detected an extremely abnormal energy burst. It was practically like a small-scale natural disaster."

"As far as I know, your Celestial Pivot Master is currently on that island."

Ron paused for a moment, then tentatively asked:

"Chairman Zhao, everyone is here to attend the meeting. We at Behemoth have always upheld the principle of peaceful cooperation."

"But this person caused such a commotion as soon as he arrived on the island... May I ask, what exactly is your ultimate goal?"

“As you know, the situation on Nathan Island is very delicate. If he’s after the Divine Tree… that will probably make our subsequent negotiations very difficult.”

Ron's question was a barbed word hidden in his words.

On one hand, he wanted to probe Zhang Tianyi's background; on the other hand, he was subtly reminding Zhao Fangxu:

If you Chinese want to take Nathan Island all by yourself, we will not allow it.

Listening to Ron's probing.

On the other end of the phone, Zhao Fangxu's chubby face twitched slightly.

purpose?

How the hell am I supposed to know what his purpose is?!

He's just going on vacation! Do you believe it?!

If I could control him, would I be here drinking heavily in the middle of the night?!

Despite his inner complaints, Zhao Fangxu's professional competence was beyond question.

Since you foreigners have come here to investigate, I'll teach you a lesson!

"Oh dear, Mr. Ron, you're exaggerating!"

Zhao Fangxu immediately adopted a serious and strategic official tone.

The voice was righteous and resounding:

"Master Tian Shu's visit to the island this time was entirely at the sincere invitation of King Nasen, for cultural exchange and friendly investigation!"

Zhao Fangxu took a big gulp of tea and began his impromptu speech:

"As for what you said about energy bursts and natural disasters."

“Mr. Ron, you may not be very familiar with our Chinese Taoist culture.”

"What does Taoism emphasize? It's the unity of heaven and humanity! It's following the natural way!"

"When the real man was taking a walk on the island, he may have suddenly had a realization about nature and casually communicated with heaven and earth."

"How can this be called making a fuss? This is another form of ecological protection!"

Ron, who was on the other end of the phone, froze in mid-air with his cigar in his hand.

His big eyes were filled with great confusion.

What the hell is this about the unity of heaven and man?!

You've burned the land for miles around into glass, and you call that ecological protection?!

That fat man doesn't tell the truth at all!

"Ahem... Chairman Zhao, isn't your explanation a bit too... profound?" Ron barely suppressed the urge to curse.

"Not profound at all, not profound at all."

Zhao Fangxu continued, elevating the theme to the level of all humanity:

"Mr. Ron, please rest assured. China has always advocated common development, and we will absolutely not interfere in the internal affairs of Nathan Island."

"The old man is compassionate and would never intentionally destroy a single plant or tree."

"As long as no one provokes him, he is the kindest and most reasonable person in the world."

Zhao Fangxu smiled and gave his final summary:

"So, please let your people have a good time on the island, and let's all make money peacefully. If there are any misunderstandings, we can talk them out over tea at the conference table."

"It's getting late, I still have some documents to review, so I won't disturb your moon-viewing any longer. Bye-bye!"

"Beep beep..."

The call was abruptly ended.

Ron, holding the beeping satellite phone, stood bewildered in the wind in his spacious office.