87: The end of their oil hegemony has begun their final frenzy!

When Burns' final judgment of the "Ignition Ceremony," filled with endless despair, echoed clearly in that luxurious Wall Street office.

Old Morgan and all the top oligarchs present, who controlled the global oil lifeline,

completely

collapsed!

"No, no!"

A white-turbaned magnate, who controlled the largest oil field in the Middle East, suddenly jumped up from the sofa!

His face, always accustomed to a life of luxury, was filled with unprecedented fear and

madness!

"This is absolutely impossible!"

"The people of Xia Country must be bluffing! They're engaging in strategic blackmail!"

"Controlled nuclear fusion?! That kind of thing that only exists in science fiction novels!"

"How could those yellow-skinned monkeys, who only know how to make shirts, have developed it?!"

"That's right! It must be fake!"

Another Jewish oligarch, who controlled the Western Alliance's largest energy company, also roared hysterically:

"We must not sit idly by!"

"We must fight back!"

"I suggest we immediately unite all our forces!"

"And impose the harshest oil embargo on Xia Country!"

"I want their damned industrial system to be completely paralyzed overnight!"

"I want them to pay a bloody price for their arrogance and ignorance!"

His mad roar instantly ignited the last bit of fighting spirit in all the gamblers present, who were about to lose everything.

fighting spirit!

"Yes! Embargo! It must be an embargo!"

"Let them taste what it's like without oil!"

"I also want our media to viciously smear them! Say that they are conducting nuclear tests on that island! That they are polluting the entire Earth!"

Suddenly!

The entire office was filled with righteous indignation!

All the energy giants, who were usually high and mighty, were like a pack of mad dogs driven to the edge of a cliff!

Each of them bared their most ferocious and insane fangs!

Before their massive oil empire completely collapsed!

They would use every despicable and shameless means!

To completely tear apart that Eastern Dragon that dared to challenge their hegemony!

completely tear into pieces!

However,

just as they were still frantically clamoring for an "embargo" and "smearing."

An old voice, filled with endless weariness, slowly sounded.

"Enough."

It was Old Morgan.

He slowly recovered from the immense shock and despair.

His face, which had always been as calm as an ancient well, was filled with the deep powerlessness of a hero in decline.

powerlessness.

He looked at the group of "allies" who looked like madmen and slowly shook his head.

"It's useless."

"It's all useless."

"Embargo? Smearing?"

He gave a self-deprecating laugh.

"Have you forgotten the 'chip war' three months ago?"

"We also used such ridiculous methods to threaten them."

"What was the result?"

"As a result, they pulled out a 'photon chip' with a backhand!"

"And smashed our entire Western Alliance chip alliance to pieces!"

"Now"

His voice became incredibly bitter.

"How can you be so sure"

"Our so-called 'oil embargo' this time"

"Won't force them to pull out an even more despair-inducing 'controlled nuclear fusion' from their pockets?"

"controlled nuclear fusion'?"

""

The entire office once again fell into a deathly silence.

All the energy giants, who had just been filled with righteous indignation, were all drenched from head to toe as if by a basin of liquid nitrogen at minus two hundred degrees!

They instantly calmed down.

That's right.

How could they have forgotten!

The one they were facing this time was not the soft persimmon they could manipulate at will before!

But a monster holding countless incredible black technologies!

monster!

"Then, then what should we do?"

The white-turbaned magnate's voice was trembling!

"Are we just going to watch our century-old foundation"

"be destroyed in an instant?!"

"Of course not."

A cold, snake-like glint flashed in Old Morgan's eyes!

He slowly stood up from the sofa and walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window.

Looking at the sinful lights outside the window, symbolizing capital and power.

His voice became incredibly sinister and

resolute!

"Since conventional methods are useless."

"Then"

"Don't blame us for not playing by the rules."

He turned around, his cloudy old eyes gleaming with unprecedented madness!

"Didn't Burns say that the core of the Xia Country's 'pangu' is just an eighteen-year-old brat?"

"Since we can't destroy their 'sun'."

"Then"

A sinister, cruel arc appeared at the corner of his mouth!

"We'll destroy the one who created the 'sun'!

person!"

"I don't care what methods you use!"

"How much money you spend!"

"Bribe all the top assassins in the world!"

"I want that brat"

"not to live past next month!"

"I want to make the Xia Country's damned 'sun dream'!

completely stillborn!"

His hysterical, mad roar instantly reignited the last bit of fighting spirit in all the gamblers present, who were about to lose everything.

fighting spirit!

"That's right! Kill him!"

"As long as he's killed! The Xia Country people will be leaderless!"

"All their black technologies will become a pile of scrap paper!"

"I'll offer ten billion US dollars! For that brat's head!"

"I'll offer twenty billion!"

Suddenly!

The entire office became a devil's

lair, filled with blood and madness!

They didn't know.

Just as they were frantically clamoring to use the world's top forces to assassinate an unarmed teenager.

Far away, thousands of miles away.

That teenager, whom they regarded as a thorn in their side.

was calmly watching all the surveillance footage, broadcast live by heavenly craft, on the light screen in front of him.

Listening to those roars filled with murderous intent.

There was no ripple on his face.

He even

felt a bit like yawning.

"Master."

heavenly craft's ethereal virtual figure slowly floated beside him.

A cold murderous intent flashed in her wise eyes.

"Do I need to hand over these 'evidence' to the Dragon Shield Bureau?"

"Not yet."

Lu Chen shook his head, a mischievous smile appearing on his face.

"Such a fun 'game'.

"If it ends prematurely."

"Then, what a pity, wouldn't it be?"

He stretched, standing up from the levitating chair.

"Let's go, heavenly craft."

"Hm? Where to, Master?"

"To the 'pangu' virtual world."

A meaningful arc appeared at the corner of Lu Chen's mouth.

"It's time"

"to prepare a little 'surprise' for our 'guests' who are coming from afar."

"surprise'."