Hearing Daquan Yi’s words and seeing his actions, the surrounding crowd once again erupted in discussions and gasps. Countless people were pressing the shutters on their phones, taking pictures.
The Minister of Defense of Japan, a key mber of the Cabinet, a man who was truly one of the most powerful figures in the country, had actually bowed his head to a "person" with no nationality, no background, and no factional power—soone utterly independent!
Everyone had originally thought that last night’s ergency press conference was the limit of what the Japanese governnt would do—that it was already an incredibly weighty statent and explanation.
"Unbelievable! This is absolutely unbelievable! Quick, record this! This is a scene that might end up in the history textbooks!"
"The governnt’s response this ti was swift and decisive. They’re taking responsibility instead of just making excuses and letting the situation escalate."
"Haha, how could they not be anxious? I heard that the guy in front of us wiped out the entire command center for last night’s operation. Apparently, there were a lot of prominent figures inside. It’s obvious the higher-ups are scared. If their own safety and interests weren’t on the line, you think they wouldn’t be trying to shift bla and delay?"
"That makes a lot of sense. The Great Demon King should be satisfied this ti, right? Making these big shots bow their heads is a huge show of sincerity!"
"..."
The crowd whispered among themselves. A well-taken photo of this scene might even win the top prize in a major photography competition.
DRIP.
Just then, Daquan Yi and his entourage heard footsteps approaching. The sound wasn’t loud, but it sent a tremor through their bodies, and a terrifying sense of pressure washed over them.
Sweat dripped from Daquan Yi’s lowered forehead onto the ground. He remained in his bowing posture, not daring to lift his head.
He could clearly see a massive shadow slowly approaching on the ground, engulfing and covering his entire body. The sunlight from the Sky seed to be completely blocked by that tall, powerful figure.
In that mont, his anxiety reached its absolute peak.
High status, noble bloodlines, power, and wealth—at this mont, they were all aningless clouds.
Standing before him was a "person" who truly stood at the apex of human society—one with no nationality, no background, unpredictable, unrestrained, and uncontrollable. No one knew what he would do.
It wouldn’t even be impossible for the man to kill him on the spot in the very next mont.
All of human society’s cage-like morals, culture, and laws were no obstacle to his actions.
The more powerful and privileged one was, the more they feared such a figure.
THUMP.
The next mont, with another soft sound, Daquan Yi’s body trembled violently. He nearly lost his footing and collapsed onto the ground, causing even the surrounding onlookers to gasp.
Daquan Yi felt a hand as large as a cattail fan rest upon his head. Its five fingers draped down lightly, covering half his skull.
The feeling was like soone casually pinching a balloon. It seed that with the slightest pressure from those five well-defined fingers, his head would pop with a SPLAT, splattering red and white all over the ground.
This couldn’t help but remind him of the bloody scene he had witnessed at the command center last night—the familiar, headless figures. The mory made the fear in his heart burn even hotter.
’Is he... Is he going to kill ?!’
"Pushing so nobody out to be a Substitute Ghost is one thing, but you sent a small fry to apologize too? You... are not qualified."
"I’ll give you three days to give a satisfactory answer. Otherwise, you’d better be prepared. I happen to be interested in taking a trip to the Imperial Residence of your Emperor of Japan. I’d like to see how that bloodline of theirs has managed to last for millennia within the Japanese Imperial Family, and whether there are any old fossils who refuse to die hiding in the background. You should understand what I an."
Yi Beidou’s voice, like a Demon Sound, echoed and layered upon itself in the open space. To Daquan Yi’s ears, it felt as if his brain was violently ringing.
When the crowd heard Yi Beidou’s words, they instantly erupted in an uproar.
Daquan Yi was the Minister of Defense of Japan, a truly powerful figure with real authority. If a person of his stature appearing in person wasn’t enough to satisfy Yi Beidou, who called him a "small fry," then what kind of person would be qualified to apologize to him?
In all of Japan, there were probably only two such people.
One was the Emperor of Japan, who represented the country’s culture and legitimacy. The other was the number one figure, representing the pinnacle of power in Japan.
But...
Would people of that stature really appear in person? That was simply too incredible to imagine.
Daquan Yi’s mind was reeling, and his legs went weak. He almost collapsed right then and there, but Yi Beidou’s five fingers, still gripping his head, held him suspended in the air, preventing him from falling.
Only when the ringing in his head stopped and he felt the pain from where the hand gripped him did Daquan Yi manage to regain his balance. Recalling Yi Beidou’s earlier words, he couldn’t help but tremble inwardly.
’This isn’t sothing I can decide.’
"Regarding this matter, I... I will need to report it to my superiors. I guarantee we will give you a satisfactory answer."
Daquan Yi’s attitude and tone were incredibly respectful.
He had no choice. His life was currently in the other man’s hands.
"Go."
Yi Beidou withdrew his hand as a great dragon might retract its claw.
Having received Yi Beidou’s approval, Daquan Yi and his entourage looked as if they’d been granted a royal pardon. They bowed and nodded their thanks repeatedly, respectfully backing away several dozen ters before finally making a pathetic retreat, surrounded by a squad of fully ard Japanese soldiers.
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