After Xia Lin and the others came out of the hotel, a large number of police officers surrounded them. They had received orders not to act rashly.
Everyone could only watch as Xia Lin and the others left by car, their departure described as "潇洒" (free and easy/elegant). The police outside had no idea what had happened inside.
"Officer, what exactly is going on? Is it because of these Chinese people?"
A young police officer looked confused and asked his superior.
"I don't know. Prince Kane was also inside. We'll have to wait for orders to know what happened. These Chinese people are not what they used to be." The superior sighed, looking at the departing convoy with a heavy heart.
After hanging up the phone, Du Lapete headed directly to the royal palace to demand an explanation.
If the royal family did not offer an apology, Du Lapete would turn his back on them. His title of Duke and his citizenship in Great Britain were no longer important.
In this world, a disciple’s master comes first, and no one else matters.
What Du Lapete said to the royal family is unknown. However, the royal family sent a very important figure to the castle to apologize to Xia Lin, along with many valuable gifts as "thanks."
The word "thanks" was used with masterful skill by the royal family, making it exceptionally precise.
The implication was that they were thanking Xia Lin for doing a good deed for Great Britain by helping them eliminate a social scourge.
The impact of this humiliation was palpable even to those thousands of miles away.
Dignity and the honor of a nation were trampled upon with ease.
Furthermore, the events of the day were ordered to be kept secret by Great Britain. All personnel present were required to sign non-disclosure agreements.
If such an incident were to leak, their international standing and reputation would be shattered. Their handling of such matters was quite swift; they could only grit their teeth and swallow their pride.
Peter Castle.
Huang Heng and Li Changhe found themselves staring at each other in a room.
"What are you thinking?" Li Changhe asked Huang Heng, who seemed to be in a daze.
Huang Heng hadn't said a word since returning, appearing to have been greatly impacted by the day's events.
Hearing Li Changhe's question, Huang Heng finally spoke. "The most correct decision my grandfather made in his life was sending me here to learn from Young Master Xia. He has shown me the strength of China and the rise of this sleeping dragon."
The events of the day had indeed shocked Huang Heng profoundly. He had never imagined that a single person's power could influence a nation's decision.
It was truly unprecedented, a goal to aspire to for a lifetime.
After conversing for a while, Li Changhe got up and returned to his own room.
Huang Heng took out his phone and began to write in his diary:
2021·12·25, Sunny ☀☀☀
Today, I witnessed something unforgettable. That man, solely through his influence, was able to kill their people in Great Britain, strike their princes, and brutally trample on their dignity. Afterward, they even sent valuable gifts as an apology.
This was truly gratifying and soul-stirring. In my life, this is the first time I have felt such pride in being Chinese. I was proud to be Chinese before, but now, even more so. I am proud, I am excited, and I will follow Young Master Xia to forge supreme glory.
Regretless in this life to have been born in China, and in the next life, I wish to be Chinese again. I am Chinese, and I am proud.
After recording the day's events, Huang Heng lay on his bed, his thoughts drifting to distant places.
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Vatican City.
Xia Feng sat on Pope Paul's holy chair. On the desk in front of the chair was a large platter of... roast lamb.
That's right, roast lamb, specially prepared by Pope Paul himself and brought in as a featured Chinese delicacy.
On either side of them sat two bottles of 1982 red wine. They were enjoying their meal immensely.
In such a sacred place, Pope Paul had transformed it into a barbecue pit.
"Master, how do you like this roast lamb?" Pope Paul, from this moment on, had shamelessly addressed Xia Feng as "Master."
Pope Paul never missed an opportunity to latch onto someone powerful.
"It's quite good. It has an authentic Chinese flavor," Xia Feng nodded.
Pope Paul chuckled upon hearing this. "As long as Master likes it, I will heavily reward the two Chinese chefs who prepared the roast lamb later."
"Alright, you handle it," Xia Feng nodded.
After eating for a while, Pope Paul checked the time and said, "Master, it's almost twelve o'clock. I should go down and prepare to communicate with them."
Xia Feng nodded and waved at him.
After Pope Paul went down, he called for a knight and instructed him, "Reward the two Chinese chefs who were invited to roast the lamb today with fifty thousand Euros each."
The knight nodded in agreement and then withdrew.
Pope Paul took a bubble bath, dressed neatly, and carrying his scepter, headed towards a tall building, preparing to communicate with the "bird people."
Pope Paul didn't want to go through all this trouble, but the "bird people" would not appear if he wasn't clean, as they would find him dirty.
What a hassle these "bird people" caused.
Upon arriving at the tall building, Pope Paul pointed his scepter towards the sky and then activated it.
The sky, which had been dark, suddenly became as bright as day, illuminating the area where Pope Paul was.
Two figures appeared in a beam of white light. Behind them, faint wings could be seen, as transparent as crystal.
The two descended not far from Pope Paul. One of them looked at Pope Paul and asked in a calm voice,
"Has the mission I assigned you been completed?"
"What mission?" Pope Paul feigned surprise.
"Are you testing my patience?" The other person's expression turned cold, and a vast force surged towards Pope Paul, making it difficult for him to breathe.
"Let's talk it over calmly. I genuinely forgot, which is why I summoned you all." Pope Paul quickly pleaded.
Seeing that Pope Paul did not seem to be lying, the two said, "We asked you to find talented individuals and bring them to us. So much time has passed, have you not found anyone?"
"You're talking about this matter? Ah, I remember now. The people I found are mortals to you. I would like to ask what use you have for them. Since I am involved in this matter, I should have the right to know, shouldn't I?"
Pope Paul acted as if he were utterly innocent.
In reality, all of this was orchestrated by Xia Feng, who instructed Pope Paul to elicit information. These angels were not their true selves descending, and the only way to understand their purpose was to trick them into revealing it.
If their true selves were to descend, they could be held hostage or even their souls could be seized.
However, since only avatars had descended, at most, one avatar could be dispersed.
Hearing Pope Paul's words, the two felt a sense of displeasure. One of them asked, "Is this something you need to know?"
Pope Paul quickly bowed and said,
"Two celestial envoys, I am the only one in this world who can cooperate with you. If you do not tell me the truth, I regret that I cannot assist you."