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In the huge box, only Young Master Chu and Li Bingcan were left sitting opposite each other.

Li Bingcan picked up the teapot and filled Young Master Chu's cup with tea. His movements were particularly respectful, as if he was expressing his deep respect for Young Master Chu.

As the tea was poured from the teapot, it made a slight gurgling sound, which formed a sharp contrast with the tranquility in the box.

"General Chu."

Li Mingcan put down the teapot, raised his eyes to look at Master Chu, and whispered: "Your Excellency, the commander of our country, has something he would like to seek Daxia's opinion on."

Young Master Chu picked up the teacup and smiled: "Your Excellency is so cautious, I think this matter must be very important."

"Yes."

Li Bingcan nodded slightly, looked directly into Young Master Chu's eyes, and said solemnly:

“In recent days, our northern neighbor has been extremely restless and has launched numerous provocations against our defense lines, causing an extremely tense situation on the border.

Your Excellency, the Commander is very worried that if the situation escalates, it will seriously affect the peace and stability of the East Asian region.

In this case, Your Excellency the Commander hopes to hear Daxia's opinions and suggestions."

Young Master Chu's brows twisted inadvertently, his eyes narrowed, his lips pursed, and his originally soft lines became a little stiff. His face, which was always smiling gently, was now covered with a layer of light haze, which made people feel a faint chill.

Young Master Chu was extremely upset about the strongest post-80s generation not giving Da Xia face and saying one thing in front of him and another behind his back. He said in a deep voice:

"With regard to the Yadong region, Daxia's position has not changed, which is to maintain the status quo.

No matter who it is, no one can cross this red line.”

"Our northern neighbor is unruly and self-righteous. If they attack us, can we fight back strongly?"

Li Bingcan's expression became more serious, and he said slowly, word by word: "In other words, can our country launch a war of unification?"

"Absolutely not."

Young Master Chu could not have imagined that not only North Korea, but South Korea was also thinking about the "good thing" of merging the two countries into one.

He stared at Li Bingcan with his sharp eyes and warned him coldly: "Daxia will never allow any force to disrupt the current peace... Whether it is you or the third generation, if anyone dares to ignore Daxia's warning, then I can only mediate by force."

Young Master Chu's tone was unprecedentedly resolute and tough, as if an insurmountable mountain stood between the two of them, clearly defining the bottom line. His eyes were like glaciers in winter, cold and sharp, unabashedly conveying Daxia's clear position on the matter.

Li Bingcan's face suddenly became solemn. He was silent for a moment, sorting out his thoughts and making a final effort:

"General Chu, our commander can guarantee that as long as Daxia agrees to our merger, any conditions of your country can be met."

"Any conditions?"

Young Master Chu smiled contemptuously. Although his voice was not loud, every word was powerful and hit the point directly:

"There is not a single condition that can be negotiated on this matter. Daxia will not be shaken by anyone or anything.

Eagle sauce is not good, chicken in a basin is not good, South Korea is not good, and North Korea is not good.

I have said that in the Yadong region, there can only be one voice—the voice of Daxia.”

Young Master Chu's words were loud and clear, like a heavy hammer hitting a bronze bell, echoing throughout the box and even penetrating the window, as if to shake the outside world.

He stood up, his tall and straight figure casting a resolute shadow, and every step he took revealed unquestionable determination.

"Defense Minister Li, Daxia's position has always been firm and clear. Seventy years ago, we drew this line and will never allow any force to cross it.

Whoever steps over it will be the next chicken in the basin."

Li Bingcan looked at Young Master Chu's determined back and was silent for a while. He finally lowered his head, with a hint of fatigue in his voice, but more of an acceptance of the heaviness of reality:

"General Chu, I understand. Our country will follow Daxia's wishes... What if it's North Korea?"

Young Master Chu turned around, his face stern, his tone cold as ice: "No matter who it is, it's the same."

When Li Bingcan heard Mr. Chu's answer, he felt mixed emotions and nodded heavily.

……

Under the night sky, the lights of the capital city are like stars, but they cannot dispel the haze that shrouds Li Bingcan and Mu Zairong's hearts.

The two stood in front of the hotel, watching Young Master Chu's motorcade go farther and farther away until it merged into the blurry neon lights in the distance and disappeared.

A cool breeze blew by, ruffling the silver hair at Li Bingcan's temples and also ruffling the bangs on Mu Zairong's forehead. Both of their faces were filled with melancholy and helplessness.

Mu Zairong was the first to break the silence, his voice low and deep, as if carrying a heavy burden: "Your Excellency Defense Minister, Daxia's position is so firm, what should we do?"

"This is a world of the strong. Weak countries have no diplomacy."

Li Bingcan sighed softly, his eyes full of helplessness and vicissitudes. He looked toward the distant horizon, which was the direction of their country and carried too many of their unfulfilled wishes and dreams.

He murmured to himself, "We have no choice but to do as Chu Yuchen asks. Daxia's strength is before us. To contend with it is like hitting a rock with an egg or trying to stop a chariot with a mantis arm.

From Daxia's perspective, the Koreans who have separated from the family are the good Koreans."

"Is it okay even if the North provokes first?"

Mu Zairong was still unwilling to give up, and stared at Li Bingcan, as if trying to find a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

Li Bingcan nodded heavily, the wrinkles on his face seemed to deepen a little, and his voice was a little bitter:

“We can fight back, but we cannot cross the line that Daxia and Yingjiang drew 70 years ago.

A trace of despair flashed in Mu Zairong's eyes, and he asked again: "Is there really no way?"

Li Bingcan shook his head slowly, his voice revealing a deep sorrow: "Even the Eagles had to withdraw in disgrace under the powerful attack of Daxia. What else can we do?"

"I hope Your Excellency the Commander can come up with a solution!"

Li Bingcan was silent for a while, sighed, turned around and walked back to the hotel.