Chapter 673: Extra 24

World Peace Day.
On this day, embellished by countless media outlets with the most lavish rhetoric.
Countries once torn apart by ideological and resource disputes, wishing to tear each other's brains out, have miraculously achieved unification.
Humanity seems to have been suddenly stripped of its hostility.
The day when world leaders gather, hand in hand under a solemn dome, to pledge eternal peace has actually arrived!
In the magnificent banquet hall, glittering lights and elegant attire create a symphony of colors, with champagne towers higher than people.
“…”
However, the world leaders invited to this grand hall, though wearing their signature fake smiles and exchanging darting glances, know perfectly well:
This so-called "world peace," touted to the skies by the media, is nothing but a fragile facade, easily punctured!
Why did North and South Korea, once mortal enemies on the verge of nuclear war, become a farcical couple walking hand in hand into marriage?
Was it the politicians' enlightenment?
Was it the people's cry?
Don't be ridiculous!
All of this was orchestrated by the behemoth hidden behind the scenes—the Fanghuan Group!
They were secretly manipulating the situation with an unseen hand!
These capitalist demons first used extremely cruel methods to tear these two countries apart economically and politically, causing them to bleed dry in internal strife.
After completely seizing absolute control through finance and force, they then forcibly molded them back together like clay!
During those bloody years when Fanghuan secretly manipulated the world's course, what kind of horrific hellish catastrophe did these two countries endure?
Only those in the know felt a genuine chill:
Hundreds of leaders and high-ranking military officials had died mysteriously in a series of "accidents" within a few short months.
Then, only those puppet officials who displayed absolute loyalty to the regime, groveling like dogs, were chosen by "public opinion" to become the new rulers.
Ultimately, like marionettes, they obediently signed their names on the newly merged oath of allegiance.
"What I'm really curious about now is what kind of insane things these lunatics will do next!"
In a corner, a politician lowered his voice, his fingers gripping his wine glass tightly.
"Next?" His companion sneered.
"Haven't you grasped the situation yet?
From the parliaments of Europe to the Congress of America, a little research into their ethnicities will reveal that Xia-descended politicians have quietly and silently seized control of the core power of most of the state apparatus in a short period of time!
Even in many countries, numerous Xia-descended faces have appeared in all social strata!"
Another politician lowered his voice, his tone filled with despair.
"Do you know what this means?
A little thought will tell you: it means that before long, the entire world will be forcibly unified under the name 'Fang Huan'!
Just like the forced merger of Korea and Goryeo, there's no way to resist!"
The air in the room seemed to freeze as his words fell.
The surrounding heads of state fell silent.
They gradually realized that the blade of absolute power was no longer just at their throats, but had already sliced ​​through their skin, causing excruciating pain!
Fang Huan's ambition was now blatantly obvious:
They were attempting to achieve something unprecedented in human history—the unification of the entire world!
That's why, over the past decade, they had meticulously and painstakingly planted countless Trojan horses of Xia descendants in key political departments worldwide!
"But this will inevitably provoke a massive, even devastating, global backlash!" someone growled through gritted teeth.
"Even if Xia culture has swept the globe under Fang Huan's influence,
if he suddenly ordered those unruly Americans to become Xia citizens!
Who the hell would willingly submit to such cultural castration?!
This would absolutely cause massive global upheaval!"
"Don't be naive," a quiet voice interjected.
"Fang Huan has placed us in this position of supreme power like puppets...
Isn't it just so we'll obey?"
"I can't do it!" The President of America slammed his glass on the table, veins bulging on his forehead.
"No matter what, I would never erase my own country's history and name... such a betrayal of my soul is absolutely unacceptable!"
"Oh dear, Your Excellency, you certainly possess an admirable, reckless courage."
A foreign leader beside him let out a sympathetic sneer, looking at him with the gaze of someone looking at a dead man.
"But I must warn you, based on what you said today in this setting...
I bet the sun won't be shining on your noble remains tomorrow."
"Don't be ridiculous! I am the President of America! I have the most secure security team on the planet!"
The president slammed his fist on the table, his chest heaving violently.
"On this earth, even someone as powerful as Fang Huan couldn't possibly kill me out of thin air like magic in front of everyone!"