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The Self-Defense Forces spoke with an air of arrogance, as if this woman believed that the country owed them something. Deep down, she knew her thoughts were nothing but a daydream; the nation was already in chaos, making it the perfect time for others to seize control, especially after witnessing more Armed Helicopters. This only fueled her ambitions further.
Zheng Yifan watched the woman calmly, a slight smile forming on his lips as he delegated the negotiation task to someone else.
The individual he chose was Wang Ze, the Vice Captain of the Viper Mercenary Corps, a notorious group from the Post-Apocalypse era. He was as venomous as a snake, and even those within the Hope Group preferred to avoid him, uncertain of when he might resort to underhanded tactics to eliminate them and absorb their resources. His mastery of poison was nearly impossible to defend against.
Zheng Yifan's willingness to work with him stemmed primarily from Wang Ze's influence; when one's power surpasses what the opposition can handle, submission becomes the only option—otherwise, death awaits.
Wang Ze understood the situation well. Under Zheng Yifan's watchful gaze, he began to haggle with the woman. Both had experienced high-stakes negotiations before. Wang Ze knew what Zheng Yifan desired; whether these people lived or died was inconsequential. His current negotiations were merely a façade or a more relaxed method to deal with them.
After all, assaulting a shelter was no easy feat; even employing alternative methods proved challenging.
Unbeknownst to him, Zheng Yifan had his own strategies ready. If negotiations fell apart, he would have no choice but to take matters into his own hands and demonstrate some unprecedented tactics.
It was quite simple: he would send an Avatar of the Believers to deal with them.
Zhou Rui's Avatar of the Believers was particularly suitable for this task. Although not exceptionally powerful, this man possessed a strong sense of belonging to their Gathering Place and had become one of Zheng Yifan's few formidable Avatars.
Moreover, his Avatar inherited some abilities from its master, allowing it to transform into mist and infiltrate peculiar locations.
For other Avatars of the Believers, traversing physical barriers posed significant challenges. Only Zhou Rui could transform into air and access hidden spaces.
However, at the negotiation table, Zheng Yifan found himself genuinely impressed by Wang Ze's skills. His negotiating style was ruthlessly efficient; while he appeared humble when dealing with lesser beings, he transformed into an unyielding force against his negotiating counterparts—compromise was simply not in his vocabulary.
Zheng Yifan nodded in satisfaction. The absolute power wielded by one side inevitably led to overwhelming dominance; an unequal distribution of strength guaranteed an imbalanced contract.
More importantly, Zheng Yifan did not need the Self-Defense Forces. What he needed were ordinary people in Japan; he was not prepared to conscript any soldiers because the people here did not please him, plain and simple.
He needed the population of his homeland, needed them to fight alongside him. Although many were unfit for use, there would always be some passionate young men among them. With a population base of 1.4 billion and over a hundred million young people, there would be those who survived, those fiery youths who would charge with him to shake the world and clear away the chaos.
At the negotiation table, the woman's expression grew increasingly grim. The conditions had become more stringent, reaching the point of unconditional surrender.
She did not have the authority to agree to such terms and could only request to return to seek approval from her superior.
Wang Ze looked at Zheng Yifan. After Zheng nodded silently, he agreed to the woman's conditions.
However, it was clear that the woman was not someone easy to deal with.
About ten minutes after she left, ten stunningly beautiful women walked in gracefully, dressed in traditional Japanese kimonos. They approached slowly, awaiting inspection.
They were gifts from that woman and the Eastern Royal Family to Zheng Yifan.
"What are these people!" The soldiers stationed outside looked at the women with strange expressions. These were absolute beauties; they usually wouldn't even have a chance to touch them. In fact, the leading woman among them was quite famous in the Post-Apocalypse, a superstar of considerable renown.
Now, she approached as if she were a bride.
Yet those soldiers still blocked their way.
"Report!" One soldier hurriedly ran back to where Zheng Yifan was resting. At that moment, Zheng was lying on a large bed, boredly scrolling through his phone. The screen displayed a real-time map showing the location of the opposing shelter; Zheng was already prepared to take them down in one fell swoop.
Hearing his guard's words now made Zheng smile. At any time, those powerless women—those beautiful women—were inherently a kind of sin, especially when faced with disasters akin to great calamities; they would become bargaining chips offered to various powerful figures.
Even if he didn't intend to enjoy them himself, he could still bestow these women upon the mercenaries who were already restless.
Zheng Yifan even knew that most of these women were likely spies, but the tactic was executed beautifully. During the expedition, he couldn't bear to let his subordinates take advantage of them directly; that would be a waste. In the end, he could only glance at Wang Ze.
This fellow was still lingering in Zheng Yifan's room, enjoying a lavish meal that Zheng Yifan had rewarded him with. After all, if negotiations required visiting the enemy's stronghold, Wang Ze would have to make the trip.
Simply put, if he engaged with the other party next, it would likely be more dangerous than actual combat on the front lines.
For someone who dared to fight, strive, and delve deep into enemy territory, Zheng Yifan preferred to offer rewards.
Wang Ze clearly wasn't worried about anything. With their forces now substantial, anyone on the opposing side who wanted to survive would never dare to kill him. Compromise was their only option; at most, they would suffer a bit. He had endured all sorts of torture when captured by enemies in the Middle East.
Moreover, he believed that if he truly endured those grievances, his status within Hope Group would rise even higher. Who wouldn't appreciate those who fought hard for their own faction?
However, even amidst the delicious food, when he caught Zheng Yifan's gaze directed at him, he understood what Zheng Yifan wanted.
Testing the waters with Zheng Yifan's inquiry, he wiped his mouth and casually said, "Boss, these girls can definitely be accepted without any pressure. We just need to ensure they can't leave Gathering Place in the future and prevent any chaotic incidents. More importantly, after thorough checks are completed, we should make sure those wild ones below keep their mouths shut. They can play around, but if they leak military secrets, they’ll be dealt with immediately."
Clearly, during his time in the Mercenary group, those raucous fellows had caused him no small amount of worry. (To be continued)
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