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The Japanese representative offered no resistance and was led away from the meeting room by several guards.

The meeting room door slowly closed, and the footsteps in the corridor gradually faded away.

Director Qin placed the thermos on the table, and the bottom of the cup made a soft sound as it collided with the wooden tabletop.

Then, he turned to look at Luo Fei, and the other representatives also turned their gazes to him.

Director Qin spoke first.

"Xiao Luo, the Japanese representative has been taken into custody. What should we do next? Although Japan has been wiped out, there are still many Japanese immigrants, expatriates, organizations, and businesses in various countries of Earth."

"What should we do with these people? And what about the Ryukyu Islands, which escaped unscathed but still have Japanese residents and troops stationed there? How should we deal with that?"

The question he raised was exactly what everyone present was thinking about.

The nation of Japan no longer exists physically, but its people are scattered throughout the Earth. Some have lived there for generations, while others have only recently left their homeland.

Their affiliation, management, and fate all urgently need to be clarified.

Luo Fei did not sit down. He stood by the round table, his hands in his pockets, and leaned forward slightly.

His gaze swept over everyone in the conference room, and he slowly began to speak.

"The Japanese, as traitors to the entire planet, chose to surrender to aliens at the moment when the entire planet needed unity the most, willingly becoming their lackeys and assisting aliens in enslaving all of humanity on the planet."

"This act is unforgivable. Although Japan has been destroyed by the alien fleet, there are still a large number of Japanese people in various countries of Earth. How many of these people participated in the rebellion? How many knew about it but did not report it? And how many secretly provided support? We have no idea."

"Therefore, a thorough investigation is necessary. We must investigate each individual one by one and not let any suspicious person slip through our fingers."

He paused briefly, then pulled a hand out of his pocket and placed it on the round table.

"The Ryukyu Islands still exist. That land does not belong to Japan. From both a historical and legal perspective, China has never recognized the Ryukyu Islands as belonging to Japan."

"Now that the Japanese are extinct, the Ryukyu Islands should return to their rightful place. The Dragon Kingdom will support the indigenous people of the Ryukyu Islands in establishing an independent nation, allowing them to decide their own future."

"At the same time, the Blue Star United Government, in cooperation with the natives of the Ryuqiu Islands, is carrying out arrests and investigations of the Japanese residents and garrison on the islands. Those with problems will be severely punished according to the law, while those without problems will have their fate decided according to their wishes."

He withdrew his hand and put it back in his pocket.

"Xiao Wan will cooperate with governments of various countries to conduct a screening and investigation of all Japanese people throughout the entire planet Earth."

"This is not aimed at ordinary citizens, but at those who might participate in the mutiny plan. The Japanese government's decision was certainly not made hastily by a few people, but rather after discussions among a group of people."

"Not all of these people perished on that island. Some may have already left, and some may not even be on the island at all. They may be hiding in other countries, changing their identities and names, waiting for the storm to pass before they come out and cause trouble again."

"We must not allow this to happen. We must find them, arrest them, bring them to justice, investigate the facts, and sentence or execute those who deserve it."

Director Qin nodded without speaking, but quickly made notes in a small notebook.

"There's one more thing."

Luo Fei's voice didn't rise, but everyone in the conference room sensed that his tone was even more somber.

"All of humanity on Earth should have seen it in the live broadcast: the alien army is on its way. We can hold off the first attack, but we might not be able to hold off the second. I alone am not enough, and Xiao Wan alone is not enough."

"Everyone on the entire planet needs to take action. Scientists must continue to research the technology on the spaceship, continue to build particle cannons and laser cannons, soldiers must continue to train hard, and everyone in every industry, every position, and every individual must do their job well."

He paused for a moment, then continued.

"Developing science and technology is the top priority, but other areas cannot lag behind. Food, energy, healthcare, transportation, and communication—no link can afford to have problems."

"Only when these fields are operating stably can scientists focus on their research, engineers concentrate on manufacturing weapons, and soldiers focus on their training."

"You will be responsible for developing the specific implementation plan. The top leadership of the Dragon Kingdom, the top leadership of other countries, and various departments of the United Government will hold a joint meeting to discuss and come up with a practical, detailed, and actionable plan that can be implemented step by step."

"You should know better than I how to walk this path well."

After saying this, without waiting for anyone's response, Luo Fei vanished from the conference room with a thought.

Director Qin put down his pen.

A representative next to him whispered, "Director Qin, shouldn't we first draft a resolution on the Ryukyu Islands issue?"

Director Qin nodded, then took out his cell phone from his pocket and made a call to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

The lights in the conference room remained bright, and a new round of discussion immediately began.

In the basement of the White House, the president's hand remained on the plexiglass cover of the red button, without being moved.

His eyes were fixed on the screen on the wall. Although the live broadcast had been cut off, he was watching the replay—the moment Luo Fei shattered the porthole with a single slash, splitting the alien captain in two.

His fingers were a little stiff, and he moved his joints, making a soft "clicking" sound.

He turned to look at the generals, ministers, and advisors present, whose expressions were more relaxed than his.

Some people were leaning back in their chairs, some were taking off their glasses to wipe the lenses, and some were drinking coffee.

"Lift nuclear alert. Return the nuclear missiles to their silos and reseal the launch codes."

Everyone in the basement could hear it clearly.

The Minister of Defense stood up from his chair, walked to the wall, opened a safe, and took out a silver metal box with a red seal on it.

He tore off the seal, opened the box, and inside was a green button—not a launch button, but an all-clear button.

He placed the button on the table, and the president walked over and pressed it, which made a soft "beep" sound.

Everyone in the basement heard the "beep" and breathed a long sigh of relief.

Inside the underground command center in the capital of the Northern Bear Kingdom, the president stood in front of a large screen displaying the status of missile silos throughout the country. Each green dot represented a nuclear missile that could be launched at any time.

He held his hands behind his back, his fingers interlaced, knuckles white from the force. His lips moved, his voice barely audible, but everyone in the command center could hear: "Dead Hand System, deactivated."

A man in military uniform next to him picked up the phone, dialed a number, and briefly said, "All off." The person on the other end replied, "All off," and then hung up.

The homeworld of the Karda civilization.

The table in front of the Imperial Marshal was smashed instantly.

A gray-black hand with black fingernails slammed down, and the tabletop snapped in two like a tree trunk struck by lightning. The cracks spread to both sides, and wood fragments flew up, hitting the walls and bouncing back to the ground, rolling several times before stopping.

The Imperial Marshal stood behind the broken table, his hands hanging at his sides.

His horns trembled violently under the light, and his vertical pupils shrank into almost invisible black lines.

He opened his mouth, revealing two rows of dark yellow fangs, with thin strands of saliva pulling out between them.

It wasn't because of hunger, but because of anger—an anger that burned like a raging fire, born from being humiliated by creatures inferior to oneself.

The holographic projection in the air in front of him had disappeared, but the young man's face was still imprinted on his retina, lingering there.

Luo Fei's last words echoed in his ears.

His teeth were grinding together, the dark yellow fangs rubbing against each other, making a faint scraping sound that made one's teeth ache.

Several high-ranking Karda officers, also dressed in dark uniforms, stood behind him.

Their expressions differed from the marshal's; some frowned, some lowered their heads, and some stared blankly at the splinters of wood on the ground. The oldest officer stepped forward; his horns were grayish-white, not pure black, indicating his advanced age and diminished physical strength compared to the younger men, but his eyes were more composed and profound than those of the younger ones, like a deep well, its surface calm and its depths unfathomable.

"Marshal, please calm down. The advance fleet has been completely wiped out. The enemy's strength far exceeds our previous assessment. There are powerful beings on that blue planet that we cannot comprehend."

"He could destroy our entire fleet single-handedly. In this situation, we should reassess the risks of this operation rather than rushing to send more ships..."

He couldn't finish his sentence because the Imperial Marshal suddenly turned around, his angry eyes fixed on him.

His voice was stuck in his throat, his mouth slightly open, but he dared not make a sound anymore.

The Imperial Marshal's voice was forced out from his throat, low and hoarse: "Evaluate? You want me to re-evaluate? Didn't you see? The bodies of Earthlings contain immortality substances."

"This is evolution, a leap in life, the key to eternity we've been searching for. It's right there. You want me to give up? You want me to turn back?"

His fingers were trembling, but not from fear; rather, it stemmed from a kind of frenzy that made him think, "I've seen the finish line, and no one can stop me."

"Pass on my order. Notify all legion commanders to immediately cease all current operations of their legions. Whatever they are suppressing, mining, or conquering, stop completely."

"All warships, supply ships, and transport ships, assemble. Target—Blue Star. Coordinates—already sent to all fleets. Departure time—immediately. I will not wait for anyone. Anyone who dares to delay is a traitor to the Karda civilization and will be executed on the spot."

The officers exchanged glances; no one spoke, no one objected, and no one dared to object.

The oldest officer lowered his head.

The Imperial Marshal stood before the broken table, looking down at the fragments.

His lips slowly curved upwards, and he raised his head, his gaze seemingly piercing through walls, through the sky of his home planet, and through thousands of light-years of void in the universe, landing on that blue, tiny, seemingly fragile planet.

"For eternal life, any price is worth paying."

His voice echoed in the room.