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

"mark!"

In the in-ear monitor, director Frank's voice boomed again, "What are you daydreaming about! Vote! Open the voting channel now!"

Mark was jolted back to reality by that shout.

"Ahem..." Mark forced a professional, fake smile, though it looked worse than a grimace.

"Okay...okay. Thank you, Mr. Gu Yun, for your brilliant...uh, summary."

As Mr. Gu said, the competition must continue, and the procedures must be followed.

He turned around, not daring to look at Gu Yun, and waved at the big screen instead.

"Now, viewers around the world, please pick up your mobile phones or vote via web portal for the debate on the fifth segment, 'Human Rights and Freedom'."

Red represents Gu Yun, a player from China, and blue represents... well, the Western team.

Despite being called a "united team," the twenty-odd people on stage were really no different from scattered soldiers.

Scott slumped in his chair, staring blankly at the floor, as if his great-grandmother was beckoning from there.

Pierre was still wiping away sweat; his handkerchief was soaked with sweat.

As for Professor Hamilton, he almost passed out just now and is now leaning against the back of his chair, breathing oxygen. He looks so pitiful.

Voting channel is now open!

At Mark's command, two bar charts appeared on the big screen.

According to past practice, these bar charts should at least have some back-and-forth movement, or at least a process of climbing.

But this time there was no process.

The moment the passage opened, the red pillar shot up to the top like a rocket, completely filling the top of the screen.

And that blue pillar...

If you don't look closely, you can't even see that it has moved.

It's like a floor tile stuck to the bottom line, so humble it makes you want to cry.

The numbers are jumping wildly.

One hundred million... three hundred million... five hundred million... eight hundred million...

In just thirty seconds.

Red votes: 98.9%.

Blue votes: 1.1%.

This isn't even a crushing defeat; it's a dimensional reduction attack.

This is a max-level character returning to the starting village to slaughter slimes.

Mark stared at the number, his mouth agape enough to fit a light bulb.

He's hosted shows for so many years, and even in competitions with no suspense, he's never seen data like this.

This is like two people fighting; one is completely unharmed, while the other has been turned into a QR code.

"This..." Mark stammered for a long time, not knowing what adjective to use to describe the scene.

In the live stream room in China, the barrage of comments was so thick that the screen was completely obscured.

[Hahaha! This is hilarious! Who voted for that 1.1%? Did they accidentally vote by mistake?]

[To the person upstairs, that 1.1% was probably voted on by the distant relatives of those contestants from the US. After all, they're family, so they have to give them some face.]

That's too brutal, absolutely too brutal. I thought Brother Gu went there to debate, but it turns out he went to buy a bunch of knees.

[Who took a screenshot just now? Scott's expression is hilarious! He probably never wants to hear the words "barbecue skewers" again.]

[98.9%—this data is utterly shameless, tearing the skin off those Westerners and trampling on it. What does it mean to have the will of the people? This is it!]

[Brother Gu: I haven't even used my full strength, and you're already down. How lonely it is to be invincible.]

On stage, Gu Yun looked at the exaggerated data, but there was no surprise on his face.

He even yawned, looking a little bored, and straightened his cuffs.

This scene was captured in a close-up shot.

That nonchalance, that indifference, was even more hurtful than when he was cursing.

Scott looked up at the big screen, then at Gu Yun's yawn, and his last line of defense completely collapsed.

He had originally thought that even if he lost, he could at least get 30% or 40% of the votes, after all, the population base of the Western world is not small, and there are so many brainwashed people.

But now this data tells him that even people from their own country have betrayed them.

The people of the United States, who were deeply troubled by gun violence and drugs, slapped Scott hard with their own fingers.

"Alright, Mr. Mark," Gu Yun's voice rang out calmly, interrupting Mark's shock. "The result is already quite obvious. There's no need to count those few fractions anymore, is there?"

I'm a little hungry. Can we finish quickly? I want to go get something to eat.

Have a meal?

Mark's lips twitched.

You just dominated the elites of more than twenty countries on a global live broadcast stage, winning a battle that is worthy of being recorded in history, and now you want to go eat?

"Uh... of course." Mark nodded quickly. "Congratulations!"

Congratulations to Gu Yun, representative of China, for winning the fifth round with an overwhelming advantage! Let's give him a round of applause!

Scattered applause came from the athletes' seats. It was a few representatives from Asian, African and Latin American countries clapping. Their faces were filled with admiration, and they even seemed to have the urge to rush up and ask for autographs.

Meanwhile, the Westerners were lifeless and couldn't even lift their heads.

"Well then, that concludes the first half of today's debate!" Mark spoke rapidly, as if afraid that Gu Yun would cause some trouble again.

"After a short break, we will begin the second half in half an hour!"

More exciting topics, more intense... uh, exchanges, stay tuned!

After saying that, Mark rushed off the stage as if fleeing.

Gu Yun shrugged and turned to walk backstage.

Just as they reached the entrance of the passage, Professor Hamilton, who had been on oxygen just moments before, suddenly found the strength to stand up shakily. Pointing at Gu Yun's retreating figure, he called out in a trembling voice:

"Gu...Gu Yun! Don't be so smug! That's just empty talk!"

Gu Yun paused in his steps.

He turned around, glanced at the old man, and a bright smile appeared on his face.

"Okay, Professor. Remember to use plenty of oxygen; I'm worried your oxygen tank won't be enough for the second half."

After saying that, he walked into the dark passage without looking back.

Hamilton was left clutching his chest, his eyes rolled back, and he sat back down.