Anduin's provincial capital, Adien City.
"Would you like a cup of black tea?"
In an antique study, Isaac sat on the edge of an old bookshelf, casually flipping through a thick local chronicle in his hand.
His shiny bald head reflected a clear reflection under the light of the study.
A black one-eyed man's eye patch was placed on the table, revealing only his white and pupiless left eye.
He glanced at Baron Senfa, who walked in, and smiled, shaking his head.
"No need, I don't like to drink anything when I'm reading documents."
"Is that so? That's a pity, it's so hard to get such good tea. " The platinum-haired man at the door laughed, holding a cup of steaming hot pink tea in his hand.
"The work is endless," he added.
Isaac shook his head.
"The situation in Celine is a little complicated, I have to make sure there are no mistakes in every step."
The platinum-haired man leaned against the door frame, lazily scratching his head.
"We have two years to complete the plan. What's the rush? "
Isaac smiled, but did not reply.
He picked up the black eye patch, put it on, and tugged at the silver eagle emblem on his collar.
This time, he and Baron Centfa were sent from the Empire to Xilin, and their mission was not as simple as an assassination or a resistance.
"The higher-ups have decided to use two years to complete the progress of the plan. It's very difficult. " Isaac paused. "But, I've analyzed it carefully these few days, and I've figured out the secret of this mission."
"Isn't it simple?" Baron Senfa laughed. "A country, a people will always burst with unimaginable power in times of crisis."
"So? Why would there be such a burst of power? What kind of people were the ones who burst out? What class? What background? "
Isaac sat in front of the desk, his pale blue eyes deep and vast.
The smile on the baron's face faded a little, and he began to think.
"You've stumped me."
"It's actually very simple." Isaac calmly raised his hands, interlaced his fingers in front of him, and gently stretched.
"These people who burst out with power must have a certain level of foundation, and they have the potential to burst out.
And why did they explode? Firstly, he was unwilling to accept his own interests being infringed upon. Secondly, they believed that their country and their people should not be weaker than others.
Being invaded and ruled by other countries was a humiliation to them. This is related to the individual concept of 'us' and 'them' … "
"… Are you in sociology? Or ethnology? " The baron shook his head. "I'm not interested in these things. Whatever the higher-ups want me to do, I'll just do it. This is the work of think tanks. "
"Only by understanding what we really need to do can we understand the main point of this operation and mission," Isaac said calmly.
"So you've been analyzing for so long, and now you know what the main point is?" the Baron asked in surprise.
"Of course …" Isaac smiled. He curled his fingers and rotated them repeatedly as if they were on a wheel.
"The first thing we need to do is interrupt them."
"Interrupt them?"
"Yeah …"
Isaac smiled in a profound manner.
"Break their backs. Let them revere and worship us from the bottom of their hearts. Afraid that we … "
"What if we can't beat them?"
"Then we'll get rid of everyone who has the potential to burst out. Compared to the total population, these people are too few … "Isaac touched his eye patch as he said calmly.
…
…
"Go! Go! Kill him! Kill him! "
"Kill him! Kill! "
"Charge, Death Fang!"
"Throw! Charge! Where's the interlock!? Where's your fucking interlock!? Damn it! "
In an underground boxing ring in Andoine.
Inside the cage, which was painted white on purpose, two strong men wearing only shorts were fighting with their lives on the line.
The one with the fairer skin was the strongest boxing champion of the boxing ring, Death Fang Karduma.
Opposite him was a bald man a head taller than him, and he was the Berserk Giant from Redwinian, Bangos.
At that moment, Death Fang was covered in blood as he lowered his head and arched his body, circling the Berserk Giant as he tried to find an opening.
He had done this many times.
Every time he thought he had a chance to charge in, it was as if he had crashed into a wall, and was beaten back within a few moves.
The Berserk Giant looked down on him as if he was looking at a bug. The contempt that came from the depths of his heart was clear to the spectators outside the cage, much less Death Fang.
Angry curses and shouts from the surroundings surged over like raging waves that could topple mountains and overturn seas. It crashed into Death Fang's inner defenses.
He swallowed a mouthful of blood and frantically gathered all the strength in his body.
"Ahhhhh!!!"
Suddenly, he roared and charged at the Berserk Giant again.
This time, he could feel all the muscles in his body flowing like water, transferring and gathering his strength layer by layer, quickly concentrating it on his right arm.
Without hesitation, he punched with his right fist.
This was his strongest punch, and it was the punch that he had gathered all his strength into.
Poof!
Blood splattered everywhere.
Death Fang's body froze on the spot. The top half of his head was gone.
Only his nostrils, mouth, and chin were left.
"Scream!! Scream!!! Scream again!!! "
The Berserk Giant retracted his fist and roared at the surroundings with a ferocious expression.
"Screaming won't change the fact that you're trash!"
He raised his right fist and showed off the blood and brain matter on his hand to everyone.
The surrounding Celine people were enraged and mad. They waved their fists at the cage and wanted to charge in with red faces.
Many ladies screamed and cursed as they threw all sorts of things at the cage.
Bang!!
Suddenly, there was a loud sound.
The Berserk Giant kicked the iron cage hard and actually made a big hole in the cage.
He grabbed the cage with both hands and tore the hole open, then walked out.
"No matter who it is! Come! Come and defeat me! "He beat his chest and roared. "Come!!"
Seeing him rush out of the cage, the men around him were no longer as irritable as before. Instead, they were frightened and retreated awkwardly.
"You're too weak!" The Berserk Giant stretched out his finger and poked at the people.
"I'm from the far north and I've heard that the martial artists of Celine have a long history and are strong. That's why I came all the way here. But now, what do I see? The so-called martial artists are good at jumping up and down like monkeys? "
The Berserk Giant roared angrily.
The surrounding voices were gradually suppressed by him alone.
The security of the arena gathered around and tried to calm him down.
"I, Bangos, will wait here in this arena. I will start the competition for ten days. Within these ten days, anyone can challenge me. Come! Let me see your true martial arts!! Come and kill me! Kill me, once and for all! As long as you can do it!! "
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