The front page of the newspaper was all about the massacre.
Garon flipped through the other newspapers, some of which were written by Weisman defending themselves. They claimed that the death toll was not as high as two hundred thousand, and that it was just a strong response to the Confederation's provocation. More than ninety percent of the casualties were soldiers, and there was no violation of international humanitarian law.
Garen carefully picked a few newspapers that were more trustworthy and browsed through them carefully.
It had been a few days since the massacre, and there were mass protests all over the country, demanding a strong military response from the government. At the same time, they were protesting against Weisman's barbaric actions of slaughtering civilians!
After reading through the newspapers, Garon sat in his seat and fell into deep thought.
The plane was preparing to land, and began to descend rapidly.
Soon, after a slight vibration, the plane finally landed.
Garon got off the plane, took the car that was arranged for him, and left the airport, heading straight to the capital city.
Half an hour later, just a few minutes into the city. Outside the car, there was a lot of noise coming from the street. It seemed that many people were shouting something. It was not very orderly, and it was a bit messy.
Garon sat in the black car, and suddenly felt the car slow down. He pulled open the window and looked outside. The street outside was empty, and the noise seemed to be coming from afar.
"What's going on?"
The driver was a female special forces soldier arranged by the military, and she answered awkwardly.
"Sir, there might be people protesting in front. Why don't we take another route? "
"Protesting?" Garon was slightly surprised.
As the car slowly moved forward, the noise in front became clearer.
"Down with imperialism!"
"Down with imperialism!"
"Revenge Moshi Military Harbor!" "Revenge …"
A series of repeated shouts came from the front. It seemed that someone had taken the lead to shout, and then everyone followed suit.
"Sir, we can't go any further, the protesting in front must have blocked the road." The female soldier reminded loudly.
"Let's take another route." Garon frowned, "Has there been a lot of protesting in Yangliu recently?"
"Yes, almost once a week, and the scale is more than ten thousand people." The female soldier quickly answered. "And I heard that there are similar protests all over the country."
Garon sighed and closed the window.
"Has the military been deployed to suppress them?"
"Not yet. The police have only been deployed to maintain order and arrest some criminals who have been smashing and robbing. Now that the scale of the demonstration is getting bigger and bigger, the higher-ups don't dare to rashly arrest people. "The female soldier also seemed a little helpless.
Garon nodded in understanding.
The car slowly turned into another street in the night, moving forward slowly in the deserted traffic. There were police motorcycles on both sides of the road.
Ten minutes later, the car slowly stopped in front of a black clubhouse.
Garon got out of the car and walked into the hall under the protection of a group of guards who had been waiting for a long time.
A tall and fat man in the uniform of a lieutenant general was standing at the entrance of the hall. He had his hands behind his back and was looking at him with a smile.
"Mr. Garon, I'm very happy to be the middleman for this mediation. You've come a long way. Come in and take a rest. "His voice was a little sharp and sounded like a duck's voice. It was very funny. He did not have the dignity of a general at all.
"General Lycian, have they arrived?" Garon asked calmly as he followed Lycian into the hall.
"They've been here for more than ten minutes." General Lycian and Su Lin's father were good friends who had worked together before. Since the Behemoth Gate had asked him to mediate, Garon had no choice but to give face to Su Lin's father.
Of course, looking at the current situation, he had his own intentions to mediate as well.
The hall was brightly lit and covered with a thick red woolen carpet. There were golden decorations and wall lamps everywhere. The walls were covered with pale yellow wallpaper. There were fully-armed special forces soldiers standing guard at regular intervals.
Garon could smell blood from these soldiers. It was obvious that they had just finished their mission and were directly sent here to watch over the place.
After all, whether it was the general of the Behemoth Gate or him, the leader of the White Cloud Gate, both of them were ruthless people. If there was a disagreement, there would be no defense in the hall. Even he, the middleman, would be in danger.
Noticing that Garen was sizing up the guards, Lycian smiled and said, "There's a battalion of heavy cannons outside, all aimed at this place. It's all for the sake of being able to discuss the conflict between the two sides in a peaceful atmosphere. I'm sure that's what Mr. Garon wants to see. "
"Of course." Garon nodded. "The Confederation can't afford any more internal strife. This is why I'm willing to negotiate with them. "
Lieutenant Commander Lycian nodded in agreement.
The two of them quickly walked into a quiet wooden tea room.
The walls of the tea room were covered with black wood. On the wall facing the door, there was an exquisite oriental painting. It was rectangular in shape and hung horizontally on the wall. It was about four to five meters wide. It looked extraordinarily beautiful.
The ancient painting depicted dozens of life-like birds. Some were flapping their wings, some were landing slowly, some were lunging forward to peck, and some were crying for food.
There were red, blue, white, and black birds of all colors. They were colorful, big and small. It was exquisite and beautiful.
"Good painting!" Although Garon didn't know much about painting, he could see the value and beauty of this ancient painting.
On the right side of the ancient painting sat a slender woman in black. The woman rolled up her sleeves and gently poured tea. The green tea flowed slowly into the white jade teacup. The clear and vivid green color made Garon feel relieved. He felt calmer for some reason.
The woman had a beautiful face. She looked like an ordinary woman in her twenties. She had a gentle temperament and her movements were slow and elegant. Her porcelain white skin seemed to break at the slightest touch.
Garon followed the general closer. He realized that the woman wasn't wearing a simple black dress. Instead, she was wearing a long black silk dress. The dress was long and dragged on the floor. It reflected a mysterious and smooth silk glow.
She had black hair, jade-like skin, a beautiful face, and a pair of long and narrow black phoenix eyes that could steal one's soul.
For a moment, Garon felt like he was back in China on Earth. The woman in front of him seemed to be a classical beauty, gently pouring tea for him.
The two of them sat down slowly. Garon sat facing the woman. He looked at her with appreciation as she pushed the green tea in front of him.
"I'm a boor. I don't know anything about elegance. So you're the leader of the Behemoth Gate, Marshal Black Orchid? "He didn't waste time talking to her.
"I heard that Gate Master Garon is only around twenty years old. Now that I look at it, you don't have the immaturity of a twenty year old. Unbelievable. "The woman smiled." That's right. I'm Black Orchid of the Behemoth Gate. The leader of the Gate is just a title. It's not worth mentioning in front of you. "
"Time is of the essence. I have a lot of things to take care of. Let's not beat around the bush. The situation in the country doesn't allow us to continue fighting. The Confederation's situation is very troublesome. As for the matter against your sect, I'm sure you know that I wasn't the one who started it. It was you who instigated my senior apprentice-sister to betray the sect. "Garon calmly explained the cause and effect of the incident.
"This is indeed our fault. However, the White Cloud Gate wasn't something we were worried about before. It was only after you came to power that this situation became apparent. The weak are prey to the strong. This is the law of nature. Now that you're strong, there's no reason for us to continue fighting. "The woman paused." I asked General Lycian to mediate. That's what I meant. Only the strong have the right to be respected. "
"So what you're saying is …"
"We'll give up on the south. We'll withdraw completely." Black Orchid sipped her tea calmly. "We'll also forget about Clark. We don't owe each other anything."
"What else can you do in the south?" Garon laughed coldly. "It's already under my control. This condition is not sincere at all."
"Young man, don't be too arrogant …" The woman's eyes flashed coldly. "You're strong, but do you really think that's all we've got?"
"I'm arrogant? You asked to mediate, but you don't show any sincerity. And you call me arrogant. "Garon's face turned cold." Don't think that I don't know that your headquarters are in the north. We'll just go to war. I'd like to see if Behemoth Gate is stronger than Immortal Palace! "
"Alright, alright. Don't be angry. Since both of you are willing to mediate, it's obvious that you're here with sincerity. For my sake, let's both take a step back. "Lycian spoke at the crucial moment with a friendly smile on his face.
"How about this, for my sake, Behemoth Gate will withdraw from the south. If you want to do anything in the south in the future, you'll have to discuss it with White Cloud Gate. White Cloud Gate will not pursue this any further. If you want to go to the north in the future, you'll have to report to Behemoth Gate in advance. This way, the north and south will be governed. What do you think? "
"What if something goes wrong?" Marshal Black Orchid laughed coldly.
"Then it's none of my business if you get killed." Garon regained his composure. "For General Lycian's sake, I agree."
"Then I agree too!" Black Orchid clenched her teeth and replied.
To be honest, if it wasn't for Garon, King of Nightmares and Andrela showing up in Picardi and defeating Immortal Palace's plan, Black Orchid Gate wouldn't have been able to do anything. Behemoth Gate wouldn't have taken the initiative to mediate.
Garon and Andrela were fine. They could be considered as typical examples of people who could handle it head-on.
But King of Nightmares was different. This guy could be male or female, big or small. If he didn't make a move, no one would know who he was. And the scariest thing was that he was proficient in hypnotism. He was known as the King of Hypnotism. Against such a person, the scariest thing wasn't his power, but his unparalleled tracking and hiding abilities.
In the face of such a person, no organization would be able to hide. Once the war started, Garon would have the help of King of Nightmares to investigate the entire Behemoth Gate …
Black Orchid shuddered at the thought of such an outcome.
Behemoth Gate had enemies everywhere because of their bloody and strange way of entering the sect. Enemies big and small were everywhere. Once exposed to the sun …
This was the key reason why they all asked Marshal Black Orchid to mediate.
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