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

Inside the Blue Hall, the air seemed to freeze.

Gu Yun's departing figure showed no trace of lingering affection. His steady steps on the dark blue carpet made no sound, yet they struck the hearts of everyone present like a heavy hammer.

he's gone.

"Snap! Snap! Snap—"

The deathly silence was shattered as a white storm of flashes from cameras instantly swept through the entire hall.

"Quickly! Publish the news! Front page headline! 'China's new spokesperson's debut shocks the world!'"

"No, no, no! This title isn't sensational enough! Use this one—'Three Documents, One Trial: Gu Yun Nails Japan to the Pillar of Historical Shame!'"

"Breaking News! Breaking News! 'Don't say you weren't warned' phrase reappears in the Blue Hall! China sends its strongest signal yet!"

In a corner of the press box, several reporters from Japan were frantically dialing phones, their voices shrill and piercing with fear.

"Hey! Something terrible has happened!..."

"He's a devil! A devil! He ripped our faces off in front of the whole world..."

In the chaos, Gu Yun had already crossed the corridor and returned to the backstage lounge.

Once the door is closed, the noise from the outside world is completely shut out.

"Gu...Gu Si!" Assistant Xiao Wang jumped up from the sofa, his face flushed with excitement, his phone screen gripped tightly, displaying the trending topics on Weibo that had gone viral.

He was so excited he was almost incoherent: "You...you saw it? It's gone viral! It's completely gone viral! You're in fifteen of the top twenty trending topics!"

He handed the phone to Gu Yun.

#Gu Yun [Breaking News]

#WeAreNotWolfWarriors,ButWeHaveHunterRifles# [Breaking News]

#Help her disappear from history with dignity# [Breaking News]

#Don't say you weren't warned# [Boiling Point]

#Gu Yun, the strongest player in the Blue Hall# [New]

#JapaneseSakuraReporterWasTerrified# [Hot]

#The Surrender Letter from the Dream Token# [Laughing so hard I cried]

Xiao Wang's voice trembled: "Netizens...netizens all say you're the head of the 'Blue Hall Deyun Society,' and no other crosstalk performer is as scathing as you!"

Gu Yun took the phone and glanced at it. Her expression didn't change much. She just gave a faint "hmm" and then walked to the water dispenser to get herself a glass of warm water.

The calmer he was, the more Xiao Wang admired him.

What's this called?

This is what is meant by remaining calm even when Mount Tai collapses before you!

Strategizing within the command tent, securing victory a thousand miles away!

Just then, the head of the Information Department, the usually stern-faced director, strode in.

He looked at Gu Yun with an extremely complex expression, a mixture of admiration, excitement, and above all, a sense of relief.

He stepped forward and patted Gu Yun heavily on the shoulder. All his unspoken words boiled down to one sentence: "Good lad! That felt good!"

Gu Yun took a sip of water and smiled slightly: "Director, I haven't let our Information Department down, have I?"

The director burst into laughter, his voice booming: "Shameful? You've really put our Information Department's reputation on the very top of Mount Fuji!"

After laughing, he lowered his voice and became more serious: "However, those last six words of yours carry a lot of weight. Be prepared, this is not over yet."

Gu Yun nodded, his eyes deep.

Of course he knew this wasn't over.

The verbal bullet has been fired; now, let's see what kind of storm it will unleash.

……

The storm came faster and more violently than anyone imagined.

Tokyo, Nagata Town.

Inside the Prime Minister's official residence in Japan, the atmosphere was so oppressive it seemed like water could drip from it.

An elderly man with gray hair angrily slammed a document on the ground and roared at the several silent cabinet officials in front of him.

"Baka! Can someone tell me what's going on?! Some newly appointed brat has completely humiliated our entire Great Sakura Empire! Are all the people in your Ministry of Foreign Affairs pigs?!"

"Where's Sanae Takashi? That idiot! Tell her to get her face in the air right now!"

A secretary shakily handed over a phone; the screen was playing the final segment of Gu Yun's press conference.

When he heard the words "help her disappear gracefully from the political stage, and even from this world," the Prime Minister's face turned deathly pale.

This is not diplomatic language.

This is the coldest death ultimatum from a nation of 1.4 billion people.

"Ring ring—"

The shrill ring of the telephone came from the country's largest conglomerate.

"Your Excellency Prime Minister, I don't care what method you use, quell China's anger immediately! Our group's automotive and electronics businesses in China have already lost nearly ten billion US dollars in market value this afternoon! If this continues, we will all go bankrupt!"

Immediately afterwards, calls came in one after another from the opposition party, from protest groups, and even... from the US embassy.

The entire official residence was in complete chaos.

Just then, an assistant rushed in, her face pale and her voice trembling with tears: "Your Excellency, something terrible has happened! Representative Sanae Takashi... just now, while being questioned in the Diet, she suddenly foamed at the mouth and fainted!"

The Prime Minister was stunned.

A few seconds later, as if grasping at a straw, his eyes gleamed.

"Quickly! Arrange for the best hospital immediately! Announce to the public that Councilor Gao Shi has suffered a serious cardiovascular and cerebrovascular disease due to excessive work pressure recently, requiring him to immediately cease all work and take indefinite leave!"

"Yes! Yes!"

"And one more thing!" the Prime Minister called to his aide who was about to run out, adding, "Tell the media that before falling into a coma, MP Gao Shi was still concerned about the friendship between the two countries and expressed deep remorse and reflection for his inappropriate remarks!"

That afternoon, major media outlets in Japan released emergency news.

Far-right female politician Sanae Takashi suffers a sudden illness, forcing her to suspend her political career.

Chief Cabinet Secretary: Gao Shi's remarks do not represent the government's position; hopes Taiwan will remain calm and exercise restraint.

That female politician who clamored that "there has never been any aggression" thus, in an extremely "dignified" manner, "retired from the political stage due to illness.

When the news reached China, it sparked another wave of excitement online.

[Hahaha! This is hilarious! He's already 'retired due to illness'? Gu Shen's words are truly law!]

[Physical exorcism is the most deadly!]

[Gao Shi Sanae: I'm not sick, I was just killed by Gu Yun chanting a spell from afar!]

[In the Blue Hall, the King of Hell, Gu Yun has decreed you are ill, and you have no choice but to be ill!]

Meanwhile, on the other side of the ocean, in the beacon nation.

Scott turned off the TV without any expression.

On the screen, Gu Yun's line, "But we have shotguns," was playing on a loop.

"bite--"

His phone rang; it was his advisor, Professor Richard.

"Scott, did you see that?" The voice on the other end of the phone was frighteningly calm.

"I see, Professor," Scott said, his teeth grinding together.

"How are you feeling?"

"I...I underestimated him. I didn't expect him to dare to play so unpredictably."

A soft chuckle came from the other end of the phone: "Rules? Scott, remember this: rules are always made by the victors. When you attack him on his home turf, using his most prized possession—history—your defeat is already sealed."

"So what should we do now?" Scott asked unwillingly.

"We've already lost the first round in the war of public opinion. Let's change battlefields." A chill ran down Professor Richard's spine. "A battlefield where he absolutely cannot fight back. A battlefield where we set all the rules."

"Our...rules?" A hint of doubt flashed in Scott's eyes.

"That's right," Professor Richard said, emphasizing each word. "Technology. Finance. Patents. These are the foundation upon which our Beacon Empire survives, the sharpest noose in our hands."

"Use all available resources to immediately implement the most severe technology sanctions against China. I want to turn that 'Dragon Websoft' into a pile of scrap metal overnight!"

I want all Chinese people to know that without our chips, their countries can't even manufacture a single mobile phone!

"I want that kid named Gu Yun to stand before the whole world and admit that their 'hunting rifle' is nothing but a fire poker!"

The despair in Scott's eyes vanished, replaced by the flames of revenge.

He hung up the phone and dialed another number.

At that moment, Gu Yun was on the phone with her grandfather.

"You little rascal, well done. You didn't disgrace the Gu family." On the phone, Old Master Gu's voice carried a hint of amusement, yet also a touch of seriousness.

"However, if you hit the dog, the owner will go crazy. The battle that follows will be much tougher than the debate."

"I understand, Grandpa."

After hanging up the phone, Gu Yun stood by the window, looking at the city lights coming on in Beijing.

The Blue Hall's victory was just an appetizer.