Chapter Ninety-Three

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The moment in time returned to when Li Daoran had just come back to Earth.

Staring at the frozen surveillance footage, David sneered and immediately closed the screen.

His fingers flew over the keyboard with incredible speed. In no time, his computer connected to three networks: the White Dove Nation’s external network, the Great Mao Nation’s network, and the Rabbit Nation’s network. Li Daoran watched in stunned silence at the masterful operation.

“Want to know what’s really going on?” David turned to Li Daoran and asked.

Li Daoran’s face was full of questions, but then he nodded with interest.

“Then I’ll show you the real world,” David said with a faint smile.

He skillfully logged into various major websites and casually clicked on a few videos.

The first was an aerial drone video from the White Dove Nation, plunged into chaos. Even from the peripheral shots, one could see several outbreaks of gunfire. Homeless men lay in pools of blood; black, yellow, and white people were fighting each other everywhere. Many women’s clothes were torn, windows smashed, doors broken. The entire city’s police stations seemed paralyzed; sirens blared, but no one appeared to respond.

Cries, gunshots, sirens—chaos reigned everywhere. Li Daoran found it hard to imagine such scenes happening in modern society.

David curled his lip disdainfully and closed the video, cutting off Li Daoran just as he was about to speak. “Watch everything first, then we talk.”

The next video was in Europe, where streets swarmed with marching crowds. They raised photos of Li Daoran high, then violently smashed them to the ground. A man bearing a strong resemblance to Charles III stood at a podium, waving his arms wildly. He then lit a torch and threw it onto a pile of Li Daoran’s photos. The flames roared, illuminating his excited face, and the crowd erupted in cheers.

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They chanted slogans, smashed Asian-owned shops, stormed refugee camps, and set their homes ablaze. Everyone’s eyes gleamed with fervor and confusion, while the European military and police seemed oblivious.

“They’re shouting ‘No to war, Europe belongs to Europeans.’ Ridiculous, isn’t it?” David asked.

Li Daoran shook his head, unable to find any humor—only horror.

“Their movement is quite strong in Europe. They’ve formed a political party. They’re not exactly against you personally, but they want to change your mindset. They think your reckless plunge into war is too dangerous. The leader is Charles’s cousin, who apparently showed up today. Probably here to replace Charles,” David said, stroking his chin and zooming in on a photo of Charles’s cousin for Li Daoran to see clearly.

Li Daoran glanced at it and asked, “What’s really going on?”

“Nothing much. It’s just that many people are dissatisfied with the five of us—more precisely, with you. Even though you’re not hurt yet, a crowd has already risen to defend human rights,” David shrugged.

“What do we do then?” Li Daoran asked calmly, looking at David.

“It’s already being handled. You don’t need to worry about Blue Star’s affairs; just keep it in mind,” David said, casually closing the video.

He then opened a video from the Great Mao border, showing tanks and planes streaming out in waves, crossing the border and heading straight toward the no-man’s land.

The thunderous roar of missiles echoed at the Eurasian border. Great Mao bared its fangs, aiming to restore the alliance of its victorious past.

Among several nations, only Great Mao was bold and aggressive, directly launching the war.

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Li Daoran’s mouth dropped open. Even as someone who had seen battalions of mechs, this scene left him slack-jawed. “Has the Third World War broken out?”

David shook his head. “It’s just everyone minding their own business. Alright, just take a look. You’re safe anyway, so don’t ask too much. This is our business.”

Li Daoran wanted to say something but didn’t know how to begin.

“Don’t worry. Only the Rabbit Nation remains calm. With you there, they sit on the sidelines quietly, poised to be the biggest beneficiaries.”

Li Daoran’s tension eased. Unlike before, when he found it hard to empathize with war videos from Africa or even felt almost gleeful seeing the beautiful landscapes of the White Dove Nation, seeing his own country suffer genuinely moved him, filling him with anxious urgency.

David sighed inwardly at Li Daoran’s expression. He wished he could be as indifferent toward the Rabbit Nation.

“Let me show you something else,” David said, quickly closing all the web videos. Since none of these could stir Li Daoran’s spirit, watching more was pointless.

He then connected to a satellite and began enlarging some images.