Full health is the kill threshold, no matter if you're a god or a demon!

This guilt sometimes distorted into a defense of some of Charles's obsessive decisions, such as continuing the information blackout. But deep down, he felt it was quite dangerous, which is why he contradictorily and naively informed the members of parliament, hoping they could resolve the problem while keeping it from their subordinates…

Seeing this, Yale leaned even closer: "Speaker Bob, to be honest, the rumors in town are getting increasingly nasty. They're saying that you, the Speaker... are just a figurehead sitting in your office stamping documents, your real power has long been usurped. Even worse, they say your strength doesn't match the title of 'Number One Player,' that you're just relying on Speaker Charles's influence and good equipment, and that in a real fight, you're not even as good as Wang Mu or even a few of Wu Zhan's key members... These rumors are definitely being spread deliberately by someone with ulterior motives! Who else could it be but Wu Zhan's side?"

They don't deserve it!

This word was like a red-hot awl, piercing Bob's most sensitive and proudest nerve.

Charles's promotion and recommendation were key to his rise to the position of Speaker, but more importantly, he truly possessed unparalleled fighting power!

In the early stages of the game, during the era of pioneering new territory and battling various monsters and players of other races, he repeatedly brought his team to the brink of collapse. Bearing the [Unbreakable Oath], he activated [Divine Protection], acting like the most solid reef against raging waves, protecting his teammates behind him, and turning the tide of battle time and time again, earning the illustrious reputation of "Unbreakable Wall".

In his heart, he was proud and felt that individual heroism should be above the collective.

When facing players of other races, he turned the tide at the last moment, relying on his top-tier combat power!

This is one of the reasons why he was able to reveal the upgrade battle to members of parliament while simultaneously having them keep the news from others.

He believed that councilors were powerful figures, and ordinary players couldn't make decisions; they could only follow behind them.

However, at some point, the winds shifted.

Wu Zhan led the rebellion against the council and broke away from Azure Town; Wang Mu's Dragon Rising took advantage of the situation and attracted a large number of players; after Wang Mian took over the council, he brought different voices; especially after the devastating news of the "Six Races Ascension War" was completely made public, panic and the desire for change spread, and more and more people no longer regarded the council as the only center of authority, and no longer regarded him as the "number one expert" with absolute awe.

Voices questioning his decisions, criticizing his conservatism, and even belittling his personal strength began to emerge and gradually increased, as if he was incompetent in every aspect and everything he did was wrong.

Doesn't he want the human players to have an easier time? Doesn't he want to overcome these difficulties?

Thus, a sense of being misunderstood and wronged, along with these feelings of being belittled and marginalized, became more unbearable than any sword or blade, gnawing at his pride built on personal heroism day and night.

"What do they know?!" Bob finally couldn't hold back any longer, his voice booming in his chest, filled with offended anger. "Parliamentary decisions aren't child's play! How can fairness be guaranteed without thorough discussion and voting? How can unity be maintained? Unity isn't just talk; it takes time and process! Wu Zhan's approach—forming cliques and acting arbitrarily—may seem efficient, but it sows the seeds of division! I told you long ago that news of the upgrade war shouldn't be spread easily, and look at us now! People are panicking, everyone's acting independently, it's a complete mess! That Wu Zhan is a complete troublemaker, a separatist!"

Matt was filled with contempt. If that's the case, why did you leak this information? Isn't this situation entirely your fault, you idiot? So, they're already angry! You must die!

Another important reason is that Bob was unwilling to side with other forces.

"Exactly! Speaker, you're absolutely right!" Matt immediately echoed loudly. "Wu Zhan is just relying on his limited strength and past meager achievements to win people over and undermine unity! If you ask me, you can't stand idly by any longer; you have to pull off a big one! A decisive, glorious victory will make everyone see clearly who the true leader of Azure City is, and who the pillar of strength is who can lead humanity to victory in this life-or-death battle!"

Bob looked up at Matt and stared at her. "Go all out? What do you mean?"

Rick picked up the conversation, his tone becoming enticing: "Speaker, our informants risked their lives to bring back intelligence. In the northeast, near the 'Stone Canyon' in the neutral zone close to the Steel Ridge Mountains, a pigman transport convoy has been active recently. It's not large, and they're supposedly transporting valuable supplies plundered from the northern Demon Bear Clan's territory—possibly high-purity magical ore, or perhaps rare strategic materials! Moreover, the pigmen guarding them aren't very high-level, probably around level 50 or 60, and there are at most 20 or 30 of them. They enter through the entrance at 8 AM every day and return at 1 PM!"

A shrewd glint flashed in Yale's eyes as he added, "Imagine this, Speaker. If you could personally lead an elite squad in a swift and decisive raid on this transport convoy, successfully reclaiming the supplies… that would be a triple win! First, it would severely dampen the pigmen's arrogance and boost our morale; second, the valuable supplies captured would greatly enhance our city's fighting strength—a truly tangible achievement; and third, and most importantly, it would be perfect proof of your personal martial prowess and leadership! Who would dare to gossip behind your back now, saying you're just sitting in your office stamping documents and holding meetings?"

Bob's heart skipped a beat.

Unsurprisingly, the suggestion impressed him.

A clean and efficient raid; a perfect operation showcasing personal bravery and decisiveness; an achievement sufficient to silence all doubters... All of this perfectly aligned with his deepest and most pressing need—to re-establish his authority and prove himself.

But he still had to be a little wary verbally: "Is the intelligence reliable? Although Shattered Rock Canyon is considered a neutral zone, it's very close to Steelridge Pass, which is controlled by the pigmen. Could it be...?"

Matt thumped his thin chest loudly: "Speaker, rest assured! The intelligence source is absolutely reliable! Are you worried about an ambush? I think you're overthinking it. Think about it, those pigmen, those muscle-bound, arrogant idiots, how could they possibly expect us to dare to take the initiative and venture deep into that area? They definitely think we'll just cower and defend! Besides..."

Matt paused deliberately, then said in a reverent tone, "Even if... I mean, in the unlikely event of something unexpected, with your 'Unbreakable Wall' strength, wouldn't it be a piece of cake for you to fight your way out? Don't forget, in that ambush meticulously planned by the ratmen, almost all the experts were killed or wounded, and you were one of the few heroes who fought your way out single-handedly! You survived that desperate situation, so what can mere pigmen do to you?"

These words hit Bob where it hurt.

Yes, that ambush was a nightmare; he lost many of his comrades-in-arms and nearly lost his own life. But in the end, didn't he still survive?

Isn't this the best proof of his extraordinary strength and unwavering will? He's overcome even that desperate situation, so what is there to fear? He's the number one expert among humans; if he doesn't dare to take the initiative, who else can he rely on?

The lingering doubts finally vanished in the face of this deliberately awakened "glory" and "confidence".

"Alright!" Bob abruptly stood up, the force of his movement causing the chair to slide backward, scraping against the floor with a screeching sound. He reached out and grabbed the heavy [Unbreakable Oath] weapon in the corner, which seemed to tremble slightly as if it possessed a spirit. He easily lifted it with one hand and steadily slung it over his broad shoulder armor. "Gather our men, select the thirty most elite members, and make sure they have sufficient supplies. Meet at the North Gate in one hour. We're going to pull off a big heist!"

"Yes! The Speaker is wise!" the three responded in unison, their voices loud and clear.

In the instant they turned around, their eyes met rapidly in the air, devoid of any passion or loyalty, only filled with the mockery of a successful scheme...

"What a complete idiot!"

The only known weapon surpassing the legendary level and the number one human expert—that should be enough to serve as their pledge of allegiance!