My whole family is involved in diplomacy, so you dare to flex your muscles?

The air in the conference room seemed to solidify, making it hard to breathe.

Consul Kim and Consul Watanabe's faces flushed red and then turned pale, as if they had been dyed.

The humiliation and anger in their hearts were almost bursting out of their skulls.

Should they apologize to Gu Yun?

Or a public written apology?

This is worse than killing them!

If this gets back to China, they'll never be able to hold their heads high in diplomatic circles again.

They will be drowned in the spittle of the people and nailed to the pillar of shame in the history of national diplomacy!

"This is outrageous! You've gone too far!" Counselor Jin was trembling with anger, pointing at Gu Yun, his lips quivering, but he couldn't utter any harsher words.

Director Frank certainly regrets it.

All he wants now is to repent to God for provoking this devil in the first place.

Looking at Gu Yun's calm and collected face, he had only one thought in his mind: get rid of this god as soon as possible. He can do whatever he wants, as long as he doesn't ruin the show.

He frantically tried to signal to Henry with his eyes, his lips silently moving: "Say yes! Say yes now!"

Henry certainly wanted to agree.

But he can't.

He is a UN observer, representing the so-called "international order" established by the Western world.

If he were to compromise so easily with a young Chinese man, where would he put his face, and the face of the order he represents?

He took a deep breath.

"Mr. Gu Yun, your request is too much. An apology is acceptable, but it must be mutual. There's an old Chinese saying, 'If each side takes a step back, the sky will be wider,' isn't that right?" He tried to persuade Gu Yun with Eastern wisdom.

Upon hearing this, Gu Yun suddenly smiled.

"Mr. Henry, it seems you haven't studied our Chinese culture in enough depth."

He said slowly, "We also have an old saying, 'A good start prevents a hundred blows.'"

"We also have a saying: 'We welcome friends with fine wine, but we meet wolves with hunting rifles.'"

"We also have a saying: 'If someone offends me, I will retaliate; if they offend me again, I will eliminate them completely!'"

Gu Yun's voice wasn't loud, but every word was like a heavy hammer, striking Henry's heart hard.

"You're telling me we should each take a step back? Fine."

Gu Yun's gaze swept over the deadpan faces of Counselor Jin and Counselor Watanabe.

"Make them kneel down and reiterate their apology. That's my step back."

"Thump!"

Consul Jin could no longer hold on; his legs gave way, and he collapsed onto the sofa behind him.

Kneel down and read an apology letter?

This is no longer an insult; it's crushing their dignity to the ground and rubbing it repeatedly with the soles of their feet!

Counselor Watanabe also felt dizzy and almost collapsed to the ground.

Henry was so shocked by Gu Yun's groundbreaking request that he was speechless for a long time.

He finally understood.

There is no option of "compromise" with this young man.

In his dictionary, there is only "conquest".

Either you conquer him, or you are conquered by him.

And clearly, today, they are the latter.

"Well, Mr. Henry, have you made up your mind?" Gu Yun looked at him, his smile still warm, but his eyes held a cold abyss.

"My patience is limited."

This sentence became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

Henry closed his eyes, his face filled with pain and struggle. A few seconds later, he seemed to age ten years in an instant, and waved his hand dejectedly.

"Then... let's do it your way."

His voice was filled with endless exhaustion and frustration.

With Henry's permission, director Frank was relieved.

He immediately rushed to Counselor Kim and Counselor Watanabe, and after half an hour of coaxing, deception, pulling and dragging, he finally obtained two apology letters signed by the two of them, filled with humiliating words.

In the letter, they "deeply" recognized their mistakes, admitted that their remarks in the debate "seriously hurt the feelings of the Chinese people," and expressed their "sincere apologies."

Gu Yun took the two apology letters, didn't even look at them, and put them directly into his pocket.

"Alright, it's settled." He stood up, clapped his hands, as if he had just dealt with a trivial matter.

"Director Frank, are we ready for the next round? I'm still waiting to win the championship."

Frank nodded and bowed repeatedly, "Of course, of course! Mr. Gu, please go back to the lounge, we'll prepare right away! Right away!"

Gu Yun turned around and left the conference room with a flourish.

All that was left in the room was a dejected man, questioning the meaning of life.

When Gu Yun returned to the players' private rest area, players from other countries looked at him as if he were a monster.

"I heard that Gu Yun single-handedly took on two delegations from Sakura Kimchi and a UN observer."

"That's not all! I heard he forced those two counselors to write apology letters!"

"Really? That's too much!"

"It's absolutely true! I saw Director Frank almost kneel down before him just now!"

Just as everyone was discussing it, Gu Yun's phone rang.

He picked it up and saw that it was an unfamiliar encrypted number.

He walked to a secluded corner and pressed the answer button.

"Feed?"

A steady and powerful voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Xiaoyun, it's me."

Gu Yun was stunned for a moment, then instinctively stood up straight.

"Chief?"

"Hmm." The voice on the other end of the phone carried a hint of laughter. "You little rascal, you've been causing quite a stir outside, haven't you?"

Gu Yun touched his nose, a little embarrassed: "I've caused trouble for my family."

"Troublesome? Not at all." The commander sounded quite pleased. "That's exactly how it should be! Let's show them our power! Let them know that times have changed!"

"However..." the commander changed the subject, "I heard that you made those two counselors kneel down and read apology letters?"

"Uh... there is such a suggestion..."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, followed by a hearty laugh.

"Hahaha! You little brat, you're even more ruthless than your grandfather back in the day!"

"Alright, I'm not going to say any more. Remember, just go for it, we'll take care of things back home. Next time, teach them a lesson again!"

After hanging up the phone, Gu Yun let out a long sigh of relief.

With this reassurance, he knew that the game could be played on a much larger scale from now on.

Just then, the door to the dressing room was pushed open, and the host, Mark, walked in with a somewhat complicated expression.

"Attention, contestants. The topic and format for the next round of debate have been determined."

"The next segment will focus on defense security and global strategy."

"The format is—simulated military exercise simulation."

"And the opponent is the new representative from the United States."