Warning! A hidden dragon has emerged!

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Upon seeing this, all the reporters in the audience gasped in shock, and the entire venue erupted in uproar.

Countless telephoto and telephoto lenses were frantically aimed at the wooden box, the shutter buttons clicking incessantly, as if afraid of missing this breathtaking scene.

"No one in this world dares to challenge the authority of the White Eagle Alliance!"

Trump patted his chest, exuding arrogance.

"Anyone who dares to oppose the White Eagle Alliance will pay a bloody price, as the Alliance Leader has shown. The Ming Cult is the best example of this!"

"Trump, the leader!"

A reporter asked a question loudly.

"We have never heard of the leader of the Muhammad issuing death threats against your alliance. What evidence do you have to prove that the Ming Cult provoked the White Eagle Alliance?"

Trump glanced at the reporter with disdain.

"You haven't heard about it because you don't have enough authority to access core information. You'll know when you're in my position."

He appeared to answer the question, but in reality, he avoided the main point and used his power and status to warn the reporter that some questions were acceptable to ask, while others required careful consideration.

"Next!"

Trump waved his hand, not giving the reporter a chance to continue asking questions.

"My lord, I must say your decapitation operation was a great success. However, you have publicly admitted your actions. If the Persian Ming Cult discovers this and launches a frenzied retaliation, how will you respond?"

This reporter was very eloquent. He first affirmed Trump's achievements, subtly flattering him, and then raised a crucial question.

How should the White Eagle Alliance respond to the Ming Cult's retaliation?

Thurman threw his head back and laughed, completely disregarding the issue.

"Revenge? They don't even deserve it! Go back and ask those cowards. Even if they had ten times the guts, would they dare to retaliate against the White Eagle Alliance?"

He stood with his hands on his hips, doing as he pleased, completely ignoring the questions from the reporters below the stage, and waved his hand impatiently, saying:

"Next!"

"Lord of the Alliance!"

A clear, cool female voice suddenly rang out, seemingly possessing a magical power that pierced through the noise of the entire venue.

"I've heard that this decapitation operation is closely related to the recent surge in energy and gold prices. There are even rumors that the White Eagle Alliance previously lost two trillion US dollars, and you launched the war against the Ming Cult to fill this gap. Is this true?"

As soon as she finished speaking, the entire room fell silent, and all eyes turned to the female reporter who was asking the question.

Chuan Te's face instantly darkened, like a Sichuan opera face-changing act.

Like the sky before a storm, his anger was almost bursting forth as he glared fiercely at the female reporter and asked through gritted teeth.

"What country are you a journalist from?"

The female reporter remained calm and composed, showing no signs of being intimidated by Trump's intimidation. She stood tall and responded loudly in fluent Japanese.

"I am a Japanese journalist. Please answer my question directly, Lord Leader: yes or no?"

"Guards! Throw this arrogant reporter out of here!"

Enraged, Trump slammed his fist on the podium, roaring, completely losing his previous arrogance and composure.

"You don't need to do anything, I can walk by myself."

The female reporter gave him a cold glance and said sarcastically:

"Leader Trump, I now strongly suspect that you launched this ruthless attack on the Persian Ming Cult simply to recoup your two trillion dollar losses. This war is nothing more than a pretext for you to reap global wealth!"

"Drag her out! I never want to see her again!"

Trump was trembling with rage, pointing at the female reporter's back and roaring incessantly.

After being disturbed like this, he no longer had the heart to continue holding the press conference.

He immediately turned around and strode into the Octagon, completely ignoring the uproar from the reporters below.

Before the security personnel could approach, the female reporter and her assistant quickly slipped into the crowded throng and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

……

A moment later, in a secluded alley ten miles away from the press conference venue, Qin Ling ripped off her wig and laughed so hard she almost fell over, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Sister Yan, you have such a sharp tongue! I never imagined you would dare to impersonate a Japanese reporter and expose Trump's dirty secrets in front of everyone!"

Ling Yuyan also took off her wig, quickly removed her sharp suit, and changed into a sexy and capable casual outfit.

"Nonsense, when you're traveling abroad, you choose your own identity. If I said I was from China, wouldn't that old fox Trump have ordered my arrest on the spot?"

"That's right!"

Qin Ling nodded in agreement, her eyes full of cunning.

"Miao Miao from Japan just left the White Eagle Alliance, and now Japanese reporters have brought Trump's plans to the forefront. I estimate that as soon as the press conference ends, Trump will have to settle accounts with Miao Miao."

"How things unfold afterward is none of our business."

Ling Yuyan patted Qin Ling on the shoulder, "Come on, let's go back to Fengyu Tower first, then we can just wait to count the money!"

"good!"

The two women exchanged a smile and quickly disappeared into the depths of the alley.

……

Inside the Octagon.

Just as Qin Ling had predicted, Chuan Te was furious and immediately dialed Miao Miao's number in Japan, unleashing a torrent of abuse into the phone.

They even threatened to reclaim one-third of Japan's market share.

After ending the call, Miao Miao from Japan turned green with anger.

She only told her cabinet ministers and treasurer about her plan to reap global wealth, and didn't even reveal it to her closest confidants. How could it have been leaked so suddenly?

"Investigate! Find that reporter, even if you have to dig three feet into the ground!"

Miao Miao roared at her subordinates, "I'll skin her alive and exterminate her entire family to vent my hatred!"

After scolding Miao Miao, Chuan Te's anger had not subsided. He took out his phone and posted another update on social media.

"The Ming Cult's Old Muhan was the most successful decapitation operation ever conducted by our White Eagle Alliance. From start to finish, it took less than an hour. This operation is worthy of being recorded in history. Anyone who dares to disobey will suffer the same fate as Muhan!"

Below the post was a picture of Muhammad's head, his eyes wide open in death.

This arrogant attitude thoroughly enraged the Persian Ming Cult.

The headquarters of the Ming Cult.

Before the DNA comparison results were available, Xiao Muhan saw the video of the White Eagle Alliance press conference. Seeing his father's head being displayed in public, he nearly collapsed, his eyes bloodshot, and he trembled with rage.

"White Eagle Alliance! My Persian Ming Cult will fight you to the death!"

Little Muhan roared, clenching his fists so tightly that his nails pierced his palms.

"There's no need to do the DNA test!"

He abruptly stood up. "I hereby issue the Sacred Flame Decree in my capacity as the Young Master. All members of my Ming Cult, regardless of their location, shall fight to the death with the White Eagle Alliance. Whoever can take Chuan Te's head will be appointed as the Vice Master of the Ming Cult, granted residence at the headquarters, and enjoy unparalleled honor!"

Anger filled his chest.

"Starting today, immediately blockade the Strait of Hormuz and launch airstrikes on all White Eagle Alliance bases. Anyone who assists the White Eagle Alliance will be punished along with them!"

The two orders spread rapidly throughout the world, and Golden Valley was instantly thrown into chaos.

Sects and forces allied with the White Eagle Alliance frantically called Chuan Te, requesting instructions in a panic, fearing they would be implicated by the Ming Cult.

That afternoon, the Ming Cult united as one and launched a frenzied revenge.

With the Strait of Hormuz closed, all of the White Eagle Alliance's outposts within a radius of one thousand kilometers were subjected to artillery fire from the Ming Cult.

Explosions rang out one after another, flames shot into the sky, and the great battle officially began.

……