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The representative of the Japanese stood up.

He was about sixty years old, with a side-parted hairstyle, thickly applied hair gel, and a scruffy beard.

He wasn't tall; when he stood up, he was about half a head shorter than the people in the front row, but his voice was quite loud, even a bit shrill.

Luo Fei looked at him quietly without saying a word.

Director Qin turned his head, his gaze lingering briefly on the representative's face before turning to Luo Fei.

Old Long didn't turn his head, but his eyes moved slightly, and his pupils shifted a little to the right.

The man with the "foot-sized chicken" cleared his throat, and his voice was amplified through the microphone throughout the hall.

"General Luo, distinguished delegates. Japan agrees in principle to establish a coalition government and to appoint General Luo as the supreme decision-maker. However, we have some questions that need to be raised before the vote."

He paused briefly and opened the black notebook in front of him.

He glanced at the writing in the notebook, then looked up, his gaze lingering briefly in Luo Fei's direction, but he didn't make direct eye contact with him.

"General Luo's spaceship, special physique, ability to fly, and ability to withstand the explosion of a mushroom bomb... these abilities clearly exceed the current technological level of Earth and the physiological limits of humanity. We have reason to speculate that General Luo may have already made contact with a more advanced extraterrestrial civilization. Otherwise, how can we explain his abilities?"

In the lobby, some people unconsciously leaned forward slightly, causing the leather seats to make a slight rubbing sound.

This was not because they agreed with the views of the Japanese representative, but because the question had been swirling in the minds of everyone present, but no one dared to raise it first.

"If General Luo has indeed come into contact with an advanced civilization, we hope you will reveal this secret. Humanity is facing a threat from an alien fleet, and the technology and information General Luo possesses may be key to humanity's survival. Keeping it a secret is not fair to the people of Earth."

His tone remained steady throughout, as if he were reading a prepared speech.

There was some movement in the hall, not a commotion, but rather quiet whispers.

Some people nodded in agreement, some frowned and fell into deep thought, and others whispered in the ear of the person next to them.

Although they tried to keep their voices down, some words still leaked out through the microphone:

"He makes a good point!"

"General Luo has indeed never explained this."

"Where did he get those special abilities from?"

The Japanese representative noticed the supportive voices around him, which boosted his confidence, and he straightened his back even more.

He looked up and around to make sure his remarks had resonated with the audience, then continued.

"Another question. General Luo claims that the alien fleet came to invade Earth. Where is the evidence? We only saw one spaceship, witnessed the destruction of Saturn's moon Enceladus, and saw Israeli military targets being hit by laser cannons."

"These are all facts. But there isn't a single image, recording, or document to prove that the alien fleet came with hostility. Perhaps they came to help Earth? Perhaps they came to impart knowledge? Perhaps they were well-intentioned?"

His tone remained steady, but the sharpness of his words suddenly increased, and his speaking speed was also faster than before, as if he was afraid of being interrupted.

A collective gasp filled the hall.

He was questioning Luo Fei—in front of representatives from all the countries of the planet Earth, questioning the man who had just destroyed Israel's entire military force, questioning the superman who possessed a spaceship and was immune to mushroom bombs.

"Without conclusive evidence, putting the entire planet at war and committing all resources to military defense could lead to the alien fleet arriving with good intentions. Wouldn't we be missing an opportunity to communicate with an advanced civilization?"

"Our position as a Japanese is not to oppose General Luo, but rather to hope that General Luo will release more information so that all the people of the planet can make their own judgments."

Luo Fei knew everything about the situation, while the others were completely unaware. Whatever he said, they had no choice but to believe it.

This has nothing to do with trust; it is essentially an issue of the asymmetry between power and the right to know.

After the Japanese representative finished speaking, he remained standing in place, his hands on the table with his fingers slightly spread, as if trying to steady himself.

His breathing became more rapid than before, his nostrils flared slightly, and a fine layer of sweat appeared on his forehead, shimmering faintly under the light.

He was extremely nervous at that moment. Last night in his hotel room, he rehearsed in front of the mirror no less than ten times, carefully adjusting his wording, controlling his speaking speed, and mastering his facial expressions. He thought he was fully prepared.

However, when Luo Fei's gaze fell on his face, he realized that all the rehearsals had been in vain.

The gaze was neither heavy nor cold, nor even carrying any obvious emotion, yet it sent a chill down his spine.

He dared not meet Luo Fei's gaze, his eyes unconsciously moving downwards, first landing on Luo Fei's chin, then on the buttons of his collar, and finally settling on the unopened bottle of mineral water on the table.

Luo Fei finally spoke, and his voice clearly reached the ears of everyone present.

"The Japanese representative asked me two questions."

First, where do my abilities come from?

Second, will an alien fleet invade?

Let me answer your first question first—where do my abilities come from, and is that related to you?

The Japanese representative's lips moved. He wanted to say, "It's related, and the whole planet has the right to know," but the words stuck in his throat because Luo Fei had already continued speaking.

"I have no obligation to explain the source of my abilities to anyone. I have never used these abilities to harm any innocent person, to plunder the resources of any country, or to rule, oppress, or enslave anyone."

"You all see what I've done with them. As for where I got them, that's none of your concern."

He paused briefly, shifting his gaze from the Japanese representative to slowly sweeping across the entire hall.

The gaze didn't seem to be looking at everyone, but rather like someone counting heads.

"The second question is whether the alien fleet has come to invade. The Japanese representative believes they may have come to help Earth. But I can tell you definitively that this is not the case."

"I possess the relevant evidence, but I have no obligation to show it to you. You are free to choose not to believe it. However, when that day comes, you can go and kneel before them yourself, ask them if they are here to offer help, and see if they will answer you or turn you to ashes first."

The Japanese representative's face changed, turning from slightly red to deathly pale. His Adam's apple bobbed, and his lips trembled, as if he wanted to say something to ease the situation, but his throat seemed blocked, and he couldn't make a sound.

Luo Fei did not give him another chance to speak.

"As for you Japanese, you are extremely poor in resources. You have neither minerals nor energy, nor strategic depth. The only things you have to offer are a little technology and labor."

"But in the eyes of the alien fleet, you are not even worth conquering. Conquering you will take time, but what we can gain after conquering you will not even cover the cost of conquering you."

"So you'd better stay put. Don't jump out and cause trouble at this time, don't try to stir up divisions, and don't think you can profit by muddying the waters. This isn't the kind of political game you're used to. You can't afford to play this game."

The legs of the person representing the "foot-basin chicken" suddenly went weak, their knees bent slightly, and their body slumped forward. Fortunately, they managed to brace themselves on the table in time to avoid collapsing.

He slowly sat back in his chair, his movements as sluggish as if he were watching a slow-motion video.

As I sat down, the chair made a dull creak.

He lowered his head and stopped looking at anyone.

The hand under the table was clenched into a fist, the nails digging deep into the palm, and even though it hurt, it did not loosen.

His mind was racing—at last night's meeting, the Japanese high-ranking officials sat around a long table, concluding amidst swirling smoke that Luo Fei must have received help from an extraterrestrial civilization, and if they could extract some secrets from him, Japan might also be able to establish connections with an advanced civilization.

They explored various options, including public questioning, moral blackmail, and international pressure, planning to advance step by step.

They originally thought their plan was flawless, believing that in front of representatives from all over the world, Luo Fei would at least save face and say a few words of explanation.

They miscalculated two points.

First, Luo Fei doesn't need to save face for anyone.

Secondly, in his eyes, the whole Japanese chicken was indeed not worth mentioning.

Representatives from other countries in the hall witnessed this scene, and their expressions varied.

Some people's lips curled up slightly—those were people from countries that had a grudge against Japan, and they felt a secret sense of satisfaction at seeing them suffer a setback.

Some people remained expressionless—that was a major power, and they hadn't expected the Japanese to get any results from the questioning.

Someone was looking down at their notebook—it was a small country, and they didn't want anyone to notice the expression on their face.

The representative from the United States, sitting in the front row, glanced slightly at the representative from Japan before turning back to look straight ahead.

His expression remained unchanged, but his fingers tapped lightly on the table a few times.

Those few actions might be difficult for outsiders to understand, but they are tacit internal signals among Navy or Marine Corps veterans, conveying a simple instruction: Do not act rashly.

Luo Fei stopped looking in the direction represented by "Japanese chicken".

He looked away, stared straight ahead, and placed his hands on the table with his fingers interlaced and his thumbs touching.

"Does anyone have any questions? If so, ask now and get it all cleared up at once. If not, there's no need to ask again later."

The hall was quiet; no one raised their hand, no one stood up, and there was no sound.

Even the whispers from before had vanished. Luo Fei waited a few seconds, and seeing no one speak, he lifted his fingers, which had been resting on the table, and laid them flat, his palms still on the table, his fingertips pointing towards the void ahead.

"Let's continue the meeting."

The lights in the conference hall, which can accommodate 10,000 people, were still on.

The notebook represented by the Japanese chicken was still open, the pen caps were not removed, and the two pens were crossed on the pages.

His lips were turned down, like an inverted bowstring, taut but without an arrow.