394: Small countries rejoice, while large countries regret!

"Mr. Prime Minister, are you truly certain you want to do this?"

"This is equivalent to selling out the country's interests; the people will never agree to it!" the Minister of National Defense said excitedly.

"They won't agree? Then can you lead our army to purify that Level 7 Frost Son's Royal Court?" Prime Minister Carlson asked back weakly.

"Our ace special forces team was wiped out before they could even reach the entrance of the Dungeon!"

"What other choice do we have?"

The Minister of National Defense was instantly speechless.

"Ninety percent of the earnings is indeed a lot. But if we do nothing..."

"In ten days, what we get will be zero, or even a negative number—the destruction of the entire country."

Prime Minister Carlson's voice was hoarse and heavy.

"Exchanging ninety percent of our wealth for a one hundred percent chance of survival. I believe this deal is worth it."

The cabinet members fell into silence.

They knew the Prime Minister was telling the truth.

Just then, the Prime Minister's secretary, a young blonde girl, burst through the door with a panicked expression.

"Mr. Prime Minister! Dragon Country... news has come from Dragon Country!"

Everyone's heart skipped a beat.

"What did they say? Did they go back on their word?" the Minister of Finance asked nervously.

"No... no!" The secretary's face held an expression mixed with ecstasy and disbelief.

"They said... they said that to commend our wise decision, the Holy Lord of the Cangming Holy Land has decided to give us a first-time cooperation discount price!"

"A discount price?" Prime Minister Carlson was stunned.

"Yes!" The secretary excitedly waved the documents in her hand.

"The original 90-10 split has now... now been changed to 80-20!"

"We only need to pay eighty percent of the earnings!"

"What?!"

The entire conference room instantly erupted in an uproar!

"An 80-20 split? Did I hear that right?"

"My God, is this true? They actually lowered the price on their own initiative!"

"From ninety percent to eighty percent! This... this is a windfall from heaven!"

The cabinet members, who had been gloomy just moments ago, now all looked as if they had won the lottery, their faces filled with ecstasy.

Prime Minister Carlson took the documents and read them carefully over and over again, confirming he hadn't misread anything.

His hands trembled slightly with excitement.

He not only secured a chance for the country to survive but also unexpectedly received a massive discount!

"Quickly, reply to the Dragon Country ambassador immediately!" Prime Minister Carlson stood up abruptly, his previous exhaustion swept away, replaced by renewed energy.

"Tell them we are immensely grateful for the Holy Lord's mercy and generosity!"

"We are willing to fulfill the agreement immediately and provide the experts from the Holy Land with the highest level of reception and all necessary logistical support!"

"Yes!" The secretary ran out excitedly.

"Gentlemen," Prime Minister Carlson looked around at his equally excited colleagues, his eyes sparkling with a gleam of wisdom.

"This isn't just a price cut. This is that Holy Lord sending a signal to the entire world."

"He's telling everyone that those who obey him will be rewarded. And those who defy him..."

Carlson didn't finish his sentence, but everyone understood what he meant.

The same scene was playing out in several other small countries that had agreed to the deal.

When the news of the 80-20 split arrived, the leadership of these countries was without exception ecstatic.

Their gratitude toward Mo Yan instantly reached its peak.

They immediately mobilized their national propaganda, heavily promoting the mercy and power of this savior from the East to the public.

For a time, Mo Yan's reputation in these countries even surpassed that of their own leaders.

In stark contrast, however, were the great powers that had rejected the agreement.

Eagle Country, Han Palace.

When the Foreign Minister reported this news to the Prime Minister, the air in the entire room seemed to freeze.

The Prime Minister's face instantly turned ashen.

"An 80-20... split?" He squeezed these words out from between his teeth.

"How dare he! He is humiliating us!"

"Mr. Prime Minister, now is not the time for this," the Foreign Minister said, sweating profusely with anxiety.

"Should we... should we reconsider?"

"If we contact them now, maybe it's still in time..."

"In time? Do you think if we go now, he'll give us the 80-20 terms?" the Prime Minister interrupted angrily.

"He will only use this price to mock our stupidity and arrogance!"

The officials nearby remained silent, but their white-knuckled hands betrayed their inner turmoil.

They had underestimated Mo Yan's resolve and overestimated their own status.

They thought they could use their status as great powers to exert collective pressure and force Mo Yan to back down.

As it turned out, the other party didn't buy it at all; instead, he pulled the rug out from under them, leaving them in an unprecedentedly passive position.

"Now... what should we do?" the Minister of Finance's voice carried a hint of despair.

"What is there to do?"

No one could answer.

Having rejected the 90-10, it was now even more impossible to get the 80-20.

Were they supposed to go back and accept the 90-10 split they had denounced as extortion?

Where would they hide their faces then?

But if they didn't accept...

In ten days, once the dozens of high-risk Dungeons spread across the country erupted, no one in their entire nation would survive!

Just as they were caught in a dilemma and struggling in agony...

An even worse piece of news arrived.

"Mr. Prime Minister! This is bad!" An Adjutant rushed in, his face deathly pale.

"The BBC... the BBC's global live broadcast channel has been hacked by someone!"

"Now... it's playing a video on a loop!"

"What video?" An ominous premonition rose in the Prime Minister's heart.

Trembling, the Adjutant turned on the holographic television on the wall.

On the screen appeared the prime ministers and presidents of those small countries.

Each one was beaming with joy, using the most flowery language to thank Mo Yan for his mercy and generosity.

At the end of the video, a headline appeared in bright red letters:

"[The Holy Lord's Grace: Those who follow me shall prosper, those who oppose me shall perish!]"

The Prime Minister's vision went dark, and his body swayed; he nearly collapsed to the floor.

It was over.

Everything was over.

"Why? Why did our government refuse the Holy Lord's help!"

"That was our only hope for survival!"

"What's wrong with exchanging the nation's wealth for the people's lives?"

"Are our lives not even as important as those damn gold coins?"

"Resign! Incompetent government, get out!"

Eagle Country.

Fajia Square was packed with people.

Thousands of people, holding all sorts of banners, gathered here, letting out angry roars.

When the BBC broadcast was hacked, and when the news of the 80-20 discount and the footage of those small country leaders being deeply grateful spread across the globe, the people of Eagle Country completely exploded.

They were not fools.

They knew clearly how terrifying the high-risk Dungeons within their own borders were.

The officials had sent the army and Professionals in time and again, but the results were always like a stone sinking into the ocean—no news ever returned.

Everyone lived in fear, not knowing which day the monsters in those Dungeons would rush out and completely destroy the homes they relied on for survival.

Just at this moment of ultimate despair, hope appeared.

The Cangming Holy Land from Dragon Country, and that Holy Lord who possessed unpredictable power, were willing to lend a helping hand.

Although the conditions were harsh, demanding ninety percent of the earnings, it was a chance to live after all!

However, their government—those high-and-mighty nobles and politicians—actually rejected it for the sake of ridiculous dignity and interests!

What made it even more unacceptable to them...

...was that those obedient small countries not only received the promise of rescue but also obtained a massive 80-20 discount!

Whereas they had nothing!

They could only watch helplessly as doomsday arrived in ten days!

On what grounds?!"