I looked at the coordinates on my phone and sneered coldly, "A nation is the cornerstone of every person's existence. If any forces are found trying to disrupt Eldoria's stability, show no mercy—kill!"
The Brooksdale Grand Hotel, Presidential Suite 1801.
Two sleazy-looking Jorunese sat on the sofa smoking cigars, each with a sexy woman in their arms.
The scene was rather chaotic.
Not only that, a bespectacled young man knelt before them, with five short-haired men with katanas hanging at their waists standing behind him, their bodies straight and eyes cold.
Like warriors.
The atmosphere was extremely tense.
The two sleazy men took glossy glasses from the table and downed their wine.
One man's hearty voice rang out, "Arthur-kun, I never thought we'd gain such a reward on our first day visiting Eldoria. It feels as though our Heavenly Sovereign of the Radiant Star Empire is protecting us."
