At the time of departure, the Prophet looked worried and said, “The nine nations’ experts and their allied forces are already dead, the grudge has been settled. Perhaps we should…”
Ye Qiu interrupted, “You’re saying we should let it go, right?”
The Prophet nodded slightly, saying, “It’s better to resolve enmity than to deepen it. Why not just call it quits?”
“No way,” Ye Qiu declared. “The nine nations’ experts came out in full force with the sole purpose of destroying your Vatican.”
“Why did they dare to do this? Because they had numbers and more experts than you.”
“If I hadn’t come, you would have been completely wiped out.”
“Though the nine nations’ experts and their forces are dead, and the grudge is settled, stopping here is impossible.”
“Besides, now that their King realm experts are all gone, no one can stop me. There’s no need to worry about trouble.”
“In short, they dared to bully you, so I’ll make them pay.”
The Prophet smiled, her beauty breathtaking.
Dressed in a white gown that accentuated her graceful figure, she walked beside Ye Qiu, her pleasant scent making his heart stir.
The Prophet said, “I got intelligence earlier that the leaders of the nine Middle Eastern nations are all gathered at the Burj Al Arab. They’re probably anxious since they haven’t heard from their experts.”
Ye Qiu grinned, “Perfect. Saves me the trouble of tracking them down one by one.”
With that, the two boarded a plane and left.
At two in the morning, the Burj Al Arab, Middle East.
This hotel, the world’s most luxurious seven-star establishment, took five years and vast sums to build. Crafted with the ingenuity of hundreds of designers worldwide, it stood as a global icon.
Shaped like a sail filled with wind, it was the tallest hotel in the world, drawing countless tourists.
Rumour had it that even the faucets and toilets in its presidential suites were made of gold.
Today, all guests had been cleared out, and the hotel was surrounded by heavily armed soldiers, standing ready.
In the lavish conference room, the atmosphere was tense.
The leaders of the nine Middle Eastern nations were gathered.
Around a massive round table, the dignitaries wore grim expressions.
The experts leading their allied forces to attack the Vatican had suddenly gone silent, giving them an ominous feeling.
“Why hasn’t Joseph reported back yet?”
“What about the allied forces? No word from them either?”
“What’s happening in the Vatican?”
Questions echoed through the room.
(Forgive me, they’re all speaking Chinese since not many understand foreign languages. That’s a realistic explanation, right?)
At that moment, a middle-aged man pointed at an elderly man in a suit, slightly stout, wearing a gold ring, and asked, “Hassan, you’re the commander of this operation. You owe us an explanation.”
All eyes turned to the elderly man.
Hassan sneered, “The operation was led by Joseph. Want an explanation? Go ask him.”
The middle-aged man said, “Who knows what Joseph’s up to? No news at all. I could kill him.”
Hassan’s eyes turned cold, “Kill Joseph? You dare say that? Are you seeking death?”
“I—”
Boom!
Suddenly, the conference room door burst open, and a man and woman walked in.
The man was handsome, the woman stunning, like a perfect pair.
Ye Qiu and the Prophet had arrived!
“Hey, hello everyone!” Ye Qiu raised a hand, flashing a charming smile, greeting the room.
No one responded.
Tch, ignoring me?
Ye Qiu’s face turned cold.
The leaders didn’t even glance at him, their eyes fixed on the Prophet, filled with shock.
Clearly, they hadn’t expected her to appear here. In their minds, she should already be a corpse.
“The nine nations’ experts and their allied forces have perished in the Vatican. They won’t be sending any messages,” the Prophet said in their language.
Her words stunned the room.
Slap!
Hassan slammed the table, roaring angrily.
“What’s he saying?” Ye Qiu asked.
The Prophet replied, “He says Joseph can’t possibly be dead.”
“Joseph doesn’t have an immortal body. Why can’t he be dead?” Ye Qiu said. “I killed him.”
The Prophet translated Ye Qiu’s words, and everyone looked at him in disbelief.
Ye Qiu said coldly, “The experts and allied forces you sent are all dead, not even their bones remain.”
“I’m here to tell you that bullying others comes with a price.”
“Now, you have two choices. First, compensate the Prophet with one hundred tonnes of gold and one hundred billion US dollars.”
“Second, I send you to meet Joseph.”
The Prophet translated his words.
Soon, the leaders glared at Ye Qiu, their eyes blazing with anger.
Several pointed at him, jabbering in a language he couldn’t understand.
Hassan, in particular, was extremely arrogant, pointing at Ye Qiu and shouting.
Though Ye Qiu didn’t understand, he could tell from Hassan’s expression that he was being insulted.
“What’s he saying?” Ye Qiu asked.
The Prophet said, “He’s cursing you, saying it’s impossible to give that much gold, and…”
Swish!
A sword’s cry rang out.
Ye Qiu flicked a finger, sending a sword aura piercing through Hassan’s forehead.
Instantly, blood sprayed from Hassan’s forehead, and he died with his eyes wide open.
The room fell silent.
The other leaders looked at Ye Qiu in terror.
Even the Prophet hadn’t expected Ye Qiu to act so decisively, killing outright.
“Anyone unconvinced, stand up!” Ye Qiu released a massive killing intent, and the room’s temperature plummeted, the leaders trembling.
“The Prophet is under my protection. To oppose her is to oppose me.”
“Today, if you don’t pay compensation, tomorrow I’ll wipe out your nations.”
“I, Ye Qiu, keep my word!”
His gaze, sharp as a blade, swept over the leaders’ faces. Those who met his eyes felt their souls quake.
“My patience is limited. You have thirty seconds to decide, or face the consequences.”
The Prophet translated his words again.
In less than ten seconds, the leaders agreed to the compensation, drafting an agreement on the spot, promising eternal friendship with the Vatican and no further conflict.
They also guaranteed the gold and dollars would be delivered to the Vatican that night.
Ye Qiu withdrew his killing intent, smiling, “That’s more like it. I’m a man who believes in winning through virtue.”
The Prophet, stifling a laugh, translated his words.
The leaders forced smiles uglier than tears.
“Alright, it’s settled. Let’s go!” Ye Qiu took the Prophet’s hand, and they left triumphantly.
