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

"What kind of freedom is the most basic and necessary for human beings?"

Gu Yun's question struck everyone like a heavy blow.

The graphic news headlines on the big screen continued to scroll.

Gunfire in Chicago, sirens in Los Angeles, shootouts in Philadelphia...

These cold words and images form the most vivid and ironic contrast with Gu Yun's phrase "the freedom of eating skewers late at night".

On one side is peace and tranquility, and the vibrant life of everyday people.

On the other side is chaos and turmoil, with the possibility of unexpected disasters at any moment.

What are human rights?

What is freedom?

At this moment, the answer is self-evident.

A long silence fell over the studio.

Those Western viewers who had previously cheered for Scott and his team now lowered their heads, their faces filled with complex and awkward expressions.

They couldn't refute it.

Because what Gu Yun said was true.

They can see the most authentic side of their country every day when they turn on the TV or their mobile phone.

They can deceive themselves, they can get used to it, but when this fig leaf is brutally torn off by an outsider in front of the whole world...

The shame was indescribable.

Scott felt as if an invisible hand was gripping his throat, making it impossible for him to breathe.

The country he was so proud of, the "beacon" he fought for and defended, seemed to have become a huge joke at this moment.

He wanted to argue that these were just isolated cases, merely unavoidable growing pains in social development.

But when he saw the screen, with its constantly refreshing, seemingly endless stream of violent news, he couldn't even convince himself.

In the live broadcast room in China, the emotions of countless netizens reached their peak at this moment.

The freedom to enjoy late-night barbecue! That's so true! This is the freedom we ordinary people crave most!

I cried, I really cried. I used to think everything was better abroad, but now I realize that the peace we enjoy every day is the greatest luxury.

Thank you to our country! Thank you to those who silently protect us! You allow us to walk home safely in the dead of night.

[Gu Ge is awesome! He wasn't just debating; he was giving all of us Chinese a most meaningful lesson in patriotism!]

I hereby declare that "the freedom to enjoy late-night barbecues" should be included in our human rights white paper! Let the whole world see what true human rights are!

Scott's face turned green, hahaha! He definitely didn't expect Brother Gu to slap him in the face in such a down-to-earth and powerful way.

"What's wrong, Mr. Scott?" Gu Yun asked, seeing his near-collapse, and continued her pursuit.

"Why are you silent now? Do you really think your people don't have the 'freedom to enjoy late-night barbecue'?"

"No! Of course not!" Scott shrieked, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

"These...these are just isolated cases! They are extreme incidents! They cannot represent our entire country!"

He was still making a final, futile struggle.

"An isolated case?" Gu Yun raised an eyebrow, as if he'd heard something amusing. "Mr. Scott, are you kidding me?"

He pointed to the news report about the Chicago shooting on the big screen.

"Take the shooting incident for example. According to statistics from your own country's media..."

Last year, in your beacon country, the number of people who died due to gun violence exceeded 40,000.

On average, more than a hundred people die every day from gunfire.

"Forty thousand people." Gu Yun repeated the number, his voice icy.

"This number is greater than the number of troops in many countries. It is more devastating than the casualties in many local wars."

"You call this an isolated case?"

Gu Yun took a step forward, closing in on Scott, his eyes filled with undisguised mockery.

"I've heard that people from your beacon country have a great sense of humor. I think that's probably the funniest black humor in the world."

"In peacetime, civilians in a country are dying in droves every day on a scale comparable to war."

"And your government, your politicians, are still arguing endlessly and doing nothing about the interests of those arms dealers and about that piece of paper written more than two hundred years ago."

Gu Yun shook his head at this point, a hint of "compassion" appearing on his face.

"Sometimes I really feel that your people have a tough life."

"Not only do we have to worry about losing our jobs and not being able to afford health insurance, but we also have to worry about being shot dead by stray bullets from who-knows-where while walking down the street."

"Every day feels like playing a real-life version of 'PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds. Whether you survive to the end is entirely up to fate."

Looking at Scott, who was completely speechless, he uttered the "divine finishing blow" that was destined to be recorded in history, in a tone that seemed to seal the deal.

"To put it bluntly..."

"In your country, even God would have to wait in line and have his number called if he wanted to see his followers."

"Because your efficiency in killing people is just too high."

"puff--"

After a brief moment of surprise, the audience burst into laughter again.

That was such a hurtful remark!

That's so vicious!

But damn it, it makes so much sense!

It vividly depicts the brutal reality of rampant gun violence in the United States in the most satirical and absurd way.

Scott could no longer hold on.

He felt a surge of blood rushing to his chest and a sweet taste in his throat.

But he forced himself to hold back.

He couldn't vomit blood on the spot like Jack did.

That's the behavior of the weak.

He just stared intently at Gu Yun, his eyes seeming to want to devour him alive.

The group of Western players behind him had now become nothing more than background figures.

They looked at the man in the center of the stage, chatting and laughing, manipulating them all with his own power, and all they felt was endless fear and despair.

This person is not human at all.

He is a demon from the East, disguised in human skin.