After the American ambassador offered a series of apologies and seeing Wei Qingtian remain silent, the British ambassador also lowered his tone and said, "You're absolutely right—we often end up being the ones stirring up chaos, always fearing that the world won't be sufficiently unsettled. Please don't take it personally. We fully recognize our shortcomings. Now, the entire human world is facing peril. We sincerely hope that President Wei won't abandon the necessary support for the suffering nations simply because of our two ambassadors' inexperience." The elder waved his hand and said, "Our Chinese nation has consistently upheld the principles of world peace and non-interference in the internal affairs of other countries, and has always adhered to a defensive strategy focused on protecting our own territory. In principle, we should not offer any form of military assistance to any country. However, this time the aggressors are the magical race. I believe we can make an exception in this case." The audience expressed relief. Previously, both the Americans and the British had believed that, with their advanced weaponry, they could easily overcome the magical forces. However, after a series of experiments, they discovered that the weapons hailed as cutting-edge by their national defense departments had all turned out to be mere matchsticks in the face It's easy to see from the videos online that the Chinese people's weapons can easily dispatch a flying cockroach, which is why they are so eager to bow and scrape. The elder then shifted gears: "However, as for the specific kind of support we can offer and to what extent, we need our military leadership to meet and deliberate before making a decision. Please all ambassadors return now—we will convene an immediate meeting." One ambassador said, "Then shall we simply wait here for the results?" "That's perfectly fine," Wei Qingtian said, feeling immensely satisfied. Since the founding of the nation, no one had ever had the opportunity to speak to the foreign ambassadors in such a firm and confident manner, and these diplomats had only been able to bow willingly and with genuine humility. The elder strode out with regal grace. ... Europe has now been thrown into complete disarray. The flying cockroaches are increasingly bold—groups of them now dare to launch attacks against entire medium- and large-sized cities, wreak havoc, and then march off with full confidence. Although multiple units were putting up fierce resistance, and some bold ones even chose to launch counterattacks or set ambushes along the big cockroaches' established routes, the number of enemies eliminated had never surpassed five. They were improving, and so were the flying cockroaches—many methods that once worked effectively were now obsolete. On a hillside, Qin lounged comfortably against a stone, enjoying the warm sunlight. Though occasional thunderous explosions rang out and thick smoke rose in the distance, it did not dampen his good mood. He opened his eyes, glanced at the overcast sky, and murmured, "It's been quite some time now—why hasn't Qingya, the beautiful one, arrived yet?" "She hasn't arrived at all. I simply didn't want to see your rather unpleasant face too early." A cool female voice echoed from behind him. He leapt straight up, pointing at his face with determination. "Tell me precisely where I fall short—my features are so bright and sunny, and I'm already a rare, exceptional man. How could you possibly find me unappealing?" "You dare threaten me, and that's precisely what I find most annoying," the beautiful inspector retorted. Of course, Qin had to defend himself: "I've learned this from you, haven't I? Who's been constantly threatening me with physical punishment? In terms of frequency, you've threatened me far more times than I've ever threatened you." "The fact that I'm a woman, isn't it? And you're a man—don't you have to be so meticulous about it?" "A woman," he smiled slyly, "I still haven't the faintest idea how old this woman is. How old are you, exactly? Might I ask if you're considering marriage or engagement? I'm just twenty, with a modest fortune at home. Would you be willing to marry me?" "Get out of here, stop playing around—let's get down to business." The beautiful woman gave him a withering look and huffed, "You've already got over a dozen beautiful companions and still aren't satisfied? Men truly aren't anything special. They're always eating from their own bowl while looking longingly at the one in the pot—how else would they survive?" Qin Shao's face darkened. He shrugged and said, "Alright, let's get down to business. You should have seen it on your way here—the magical race are nothing but grotesque, giant cockroaches. Not only are they tough as nails, but they can spit out energy balls powerful enough to blow up an entire building—quite impressive, isn't it?" The woman nodded, saying, "I saw that. If it weren't for the urgency to find you, I'd have tested them out first. You mentioned there's a magical leader, right? Where is he?" Qin Feng briefly outlined Scotty's situation, emphasizing his ability to withstand attacks and his precise stone-throwing skill. After listening, the woman raised an eyebrow, "I thought he'd be something more remarkable. Well, not exactly." "He narrowed his eyes: 'Qingya, you can't be overconfident—this opponent is truly formidable. I'm not even a match for him!' The beautiful woman said something rather dismissive: 'I can take on you three times and still come out unscathed. Your defeat at the hands of the demon lord only reflects your own lack of strength. Do you really think it will reflect poorly on me too if I can't manage?' 'Uh,' he flushed red, 'Alright, then. Since the esteemed Lady Inspector has such confidence, let's go.' 'Wait for my victory news.' She lifted her chin, and before she left, added, 'My year-end dividend—don't cut me a check short.' 'Big sister, it's only April now. We're still far from year-end.' 'Uh, alright. I can't just leave it at that, can I? Let me say it again...' Qin immediately interjected: 'We won't cut you short by a single cent. If we have to fight just to pay you one cent, do you think I'm worth it?'" "The beautiful lady smiled gently, 'That's good. Then I'll have a chance to see just how honest and dependable this young gentleman truly is. Don't let me down, please.' He gave her a wave-hand gesture, clearly signaling that he wanted her to hurry up—would any of this matter? As Qingya had just taken a few steps forward, he turned back and asked, 'By the way, where's your girlfriend? Why isn't she coming out to meet me?' 'She's diligently practicing now—she and her companions have decided not to be mere decorative flowers,' he suddenly chuckled. 'They're still inside the small cauldron. Right now, it wouldn't be appropriate to call them out. Why don't you go in and say hello to them?' The lady's expression immediately changed—she grew visibly irritated, exclaiming, 'Qin, are you doing this on purpose? Isn't it just the pot that's been bothering you all along?' As she recalled her own days spent trapped inside the cauldron, dark and isolated, she couldn't help but grit her teeth. 'I'm not being deliberate at all,' he said, calmly, as if unharmed. 'Actually, I was wondering—how did "You... you've killed me! If I still deal with you, I'll be your... your..." Qingya turned and walked away, moving with remarkable speed. Hahaha! He laughed loudly, so carefree—when you're competing with your brother, you're not even close.