“Miss, your so-called heavenly timing, geographical advantage, and human harmony were the three major factors of ancient warfare.”
“In modern warfare, their influence is no longer that significant.”
“For instance, take your so-called geographical advantage. What if the enemy uses fighter jets? Missiles?”
“In such a scenario, how much of a role does geography really play?”
“Conversely, economy and military strength are clearly more vital.”
“So, I believe...”
After Yin Yang finished his argument, Miss Tang shook her head again.
“Wrong. Great Wei was founded on martial prowess...”
The two sides went back and forth, presenting their respective viewpoints. It took about half an hour before Miss Tang finally began to lose ground.
Just as Xiao Yun was starting to look distressed, Qin Zhou walked over at some point. He naturally pulled up a chair and sat beside Miss Tang, joining her to ‘confront’ Yin Yang.
“I do not agree with this gentleman's perspective. I believe Great Wei will certainly be victorious—and it will be a decisive victory!”
Yin Yang made another gesture for him to continue, appearing perfectly composed.
This debate attracted more and more people. Based on the arguments presented, they stood behind the side they supported.
The number of people behind Miss Tang and Qin Zhou was far greater than those behind Yin Yang.
This was only natural. After all, this was Great Wei's home turf. How many people would actually hope for their own country to lose a war?
However, as time passed, the expressions on these people's faces grew increasingly unsightly.
In the end, they simply cast aside all decorum. Every time Yin Yang finished a point, a crowd of people would take turns trying to refute him.
Yin Yang didn't mind, debating each of them one by one.
But these people's knowledge reserves were nowhere near as deep as Miss Tang’s or Qin Zhou’s. Often, a few simple sentences from Yin Yang would leave them speechless.
The surrounding crowd gradually fell into despair.
Throughout the entire process, Yin Yang never once used sophistry or tried to nitpick loopholes in their words. He simply laid the facts out before them.
Think he was making it up?
Anyone who didn't believe him could go check for themselves. Every piece of information he mentioned was backed by factual evidence or official reports.
“Ahem.”
Yin Yang's throat was a bit dry; after all, he had been talking all morning.
Someone behind him handed him a cup of water. Yin Yang looked back and saw five or six people standing behind him, all looking at him with faces full of admiration.
Yin Yang smiled and waved it off.
“Thank you, but I don't need it for now.”
As he spoke, he looked toward Miss Tang and Qin Zhou.
“If there’s nothing else, I’ll be taking my leave.”
“Hmph!”
Qin Zhou snorted coldly and stood up. “Fighting a war on paper is just that—paperwork. If a war could be decided by a single mouth, there would be no need for the soldiers of Great Wei to fight and bleed.”
Yin Yang smiled, stood up to stretch, and walked toward the cafe.
Xiao Yun looked at Miss Tang anxiously. Although she didn't speak, the meaning in her eyes was obvious.
‘Are we really going to lose?’
Miss Tang clenched her fists, her mind racing as she tried to find an argument to defeat Yin Yang. Yet, until the moment Yin Yang's figure almost vanished, she remained at a loss.
In her desperation, she stood up and shouted, “Are you coming back tomorrow?”
The people behind her all looked at Yin Yang, waiting for his answer.
Yin Yang paused his steps, looked back, and smiled. “Of course.”
Hearing those two words, everyone behind her let out a sigh of relief as if a heavy burden had been lifted.
“It's good that he’s coming back. I wasn't prepared today. Just wait until I finish my research tonight!”
“Heh, according to him, Great Wei is practically doomed to lose. I’m going to invite my teacher tomorrow and show this kid what’s what!”
“Right, I’ll invite my teacher too. He often records programs for the military channel. I don’t believe we can't out-debate him!”
The crowd was filled with righteous indignation. Even Qin Zhou narrowed his eyes, intending to return the next day.
...
Xia Yitiao checked the red dot of the tracker on his phone, then quietly opened the car door and stepped out.
The last time he did this kind of tracking and infiltration work, he was only Sequence 8. Now, he was a Demigod.
‘Sigh, there’s no other way. It’s for safety.’
Xia Yitiao took a small gold box from his pocket, opened it, and took out a brooch to pin to his chest.
In the next moment, his body began to ‘fade,’ gradually becoming transparent.
To a Demigod, the high walls within the city were meaningless. He flew over them with ease and saw seven or eight cars parked in the courtyard.
He had marked many back at the warehouse. Most were scattered throughout Central City, while two or three had left the city limits.
The densest concentration was right here, which was why Xia Yitiao had followed this trail.
The security here was very tight. There was a three-story building in the courtyard that looked like a bunker, with all the windows sealed shut with steel bars.
Large dogs roamed the yard, making the place look like a prison.
The most ridiculous thing was the sign hanging at the entrance.
【Prison Escape Room】.
Xia Yitiao made a small noise and easily slipped inside when someone from the building came out to investigate.
The interior of the building was completely different from the exterior.
It looked like a prison from the outside, but the inside was decorated like a palace!
He had just sneaked onto the second floor when he saw someone pressing a walkie-talkie.
“201, one’s been played to death. Get it out of here.”
Before long, two people wearing full protective suits walked over and headed toward the so-called room 201.
The moment they opened the door, Xia Yitiao stole a glance inside.
Blood. There was blood everywhere.
A pot-bellied middle-aged man wearing only underwear sat on a sofa. He held a cigar in his right hand and a skullcap in his left.
He didn't look at the two people who entered at all. Instead, he kept staring at the skullcap in his hand, as if admiring some exquisite piece of art.
The two in protective suits were clearly used to this. They lifted a corpse from beside his feet and zipped it into a body bag.
The corpse was mangled beyond recognition, making it impossible to imagine what the person had endured while alive.
One could only say it barely retained a human shape, and nothing more.
The middle-aged man stretched. “Take that broken angle grinder away too.”
The security personnel at the door heard this and walked in to pick up a blood-stained angle grinder, placing it into a black bag.
Meanwhile, the middle-aged man walked into the bathroom as if no one else were there and turned on the shower, letting the water wash away the bloodstains bit by bit.
The two in protective suits carried the body to the basement. The two people receiving the corpse began to process it while cursing.
“Perverted freak. He played so hard that a part of the skull is missing. How are we supposed to sell this as an anatomical skeleton model now?”
“Alright, pipe down. The money he paid is enough to buy a hundred skeleton models. Just do the work.”
The two of them didn't notice at all that behind them, a Demigod seething with towering rage was staring right at them!
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