Isaiah and the rest were stunned.
In a low voice, Isaiah said, “Admiral Max, he is obviously here to risk his life to wipe us out. That's too dangerous. I think we should order the soldiers to shoot him to his death.”
The other countries' representatives nodded in agreement, except for Catherine. She gazed at Lucas and recalled Eurasia's God of War, Nathan, who she used to admire greatly.
Max chuckled lightly. “So what if he's here to seek death? Even if a sheep risks its life to charge into a group of lions, can it bite a lion to its death? Let him in. Let's see what he has to say. We have tons of reporters from various countries here, so let's be gentlemen. If we allowed him entry, the entire world will see how Eurasia makes a fool of itself.”
Isaiah and the rest dared not defy Max's orders.
Soon, the soldiers received orders to allow Lucas entry.
They did as told, but their bodies were tensed up. The safety pins on their loaded guns were released, and they kept a finger on the triggers, ready to shoot Lucas anytime.
The elites and bodyguards who were tasked to protect the representatives narrowed their gazes and stared at Lucas, ready to take action anytime.
Finally, Lucas came to a stop before Max and the others.
The sight of Max and Isaiah made his eyes go red.
Thud!
He tossed the head he had been holding to the ground, and it rolled in Max and Isaiah's direction.
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