Chapter 915 Just Messing with This Idi*t
At the Scentind Foreign Affairs Liaison Office, the diplomatic attaché quickly stepped in to manage the situation, coordinating with the staff from the organizingmittee.
The liaison officer from Scentind, visibly irritated, snapped, "Let me make one thing clear! Mona, the captain of the Poison Poppy Special Forces, doesn''t have shoes because-"
"Enough! No need for exnations," the organizingmittee staff cut them off, refusing to engage in further discussion.
"What happened outside the conference hall is not our concern. We won''t interfere.
"All you need to do now is either leave or tidy up and enter with your invitation. You have ten minutes. Stop wasting time."
The Scentind representatives knew they had no real bargaining power with themittee, especially with the Thalrex Order involved in the militarypetition.
If they didn''t get Mona sorted out quickly, they''d be barred from entering.
They hastily sent someone to buy her a pair of shoes at a nearby mall, tidied her up, and only then were they allowed to enter and take their seats.
Once inside, Mona''s attitude softened. Her earlier attempts to show off had blown up in her face. She had hoped Pierre woulde to her rescue, but he faltered at the most critical moment. She stole a nce at Robin, her mind racing.
This was the first time she had miscalcted in front of a man!
The room was unusually silent.
Apart from the Weronnia diplomatic attaché grumbling to the organizingmittee, no one else dared speak up.
Themittee had intended to mediate, but after witnessing what Robin did, no one dared stir things up.
After all, Robin had powerful backing.
Behind him stood a true force, a lion who was usually calm, but once his boundaries were crossed, his fury could shake the heavens, instilling fear in all.
Jethro, as team leader, had already made it clear to themittee: This matter was not up for negotiation.
Such a strong stance was rare, and themittee staff, already nervous, dared not show any sign of disrespect.
Ten minutester, Cyril Higgins, the Special Envoy from the Thalrex Order, entered the hall with two assistants.
The room was still silent, and Weronnia was still ranting.
Cyril raised an eyebrow. "What''s going on here?"
The Weronnia diplomatic attaché mmed the table, shouting, "Mr. Higgins, I want to file aint!"
Cyril''s expression darkened.
This was the second time in 20 years that the Thalrex Order had worked with the International Military Skills Competition. But this was his first time attending as the highest-ranking Special Envoy, overseeing the meeting. Are the delegates trying to show him, the new Special Envoy, who''s in charge?
He cast a cold look at the Weronnia attaché. "Stand up and speak. No need for any groveling! What''s the issue? Stand up and say it!"
A burst ofughter erupted from the delegates.
Cyril, confused, nced around. "What''s so funny? Do my words amuse you?"
The room was silent as all eyes were on the Weronnia representatives.
The Weronnia attaché, furious, yelled, "Mr. Higgins, we ... we were forced to grovel!"
"Who forced you?" Cyril asked, bewildered.
"Our purpose here is equality for all regions and peoples.
"Nobody forced you to grovel. That kind of inequality doesn''t exist here. Unless, of course, you wanted to grovel," Cyril responded sharply. Suddenly, Mona from Scentindughed loudly, her voice cutting through the tension.
Cyril''s eyes widened. <i>This woman is dangerously charming!</i>
Before he could enjoy the moment, Abner bellowed, "What''s so funny, you freak?"
Mona''sugh echoed through the hall. "I''m justughing at people who tried to bully others and ended up failing. It''s hrious. Hahaha..." Herughter had a hypnotic quality sending waves of amusement through the room.
<i>D*mn, this woman is irresistible!</i>
Cyril took a deep breath, trying to keep hisposure. Her charm was almost overwhelming.
"You freak, you''re no better!" Abner raged, barely holding himself back from jumping up to choke theughing woman.
"My condition is less humiliating than your lousy shoes that got thrown out!
"You ... "Abner''s face turned red with fury. "You''re just a worn-out shoe!"
"F*ck you!" Mona shot back, unable to tolerate the insult any longer.
In an instant, she leapt to her feet and crossed the room, closing the distance between them.
A loud p rang out as her hand struck Abner''s face.
It was only then that Abner realized the mistake he''d just made.
How could he have offended the Poison Poppy Queen, a woman known for being both ruthless and cunning? Everyone knew she had ties to some of the most powerful figures in the world-both legal and illegal.
Cross her, and you could find yourself dead before you even knew it.
The Weronnia representatives stood stunned, but none of them dared intervene.
They weren''t about to get involved with this woman''s dangerous game for the sake of a team''s pride.
At that moment, they wisely chose to stay neutral and watch.
"Enough!" Cyril snapped, his face darkening.
His assistants quickly stepped forward, blocking Mona''s path. "Stop your provocation immediately!"
Mona tossed her disheveled hair over her shoulder and shed a seductive grin. "Mr. Higgins, hello. I was just messing with this idi*t. Hahaha..."
Her captivating charm sent a thrill through the room.
Cyril felt as if he''d been struck by lightning under her gaze, a chill running down his spine.
He quickly gathered himself, realizing this was not the time for such distractions. Butter...
Cyril cleared his throat. "Did you force them to grovel?"
Mona shook her head. "I''m not that capable.
"As for how they ended up groveling, Mr. Higgins, you should ask them."
She nced at Robin with a subtle look before returning to her seat.
The Weronnia diplomatic attaché
pointed at Robin, crying out, "Mret
Higgins, it''s him! He did this to us! They''re bullying us! Please, you have to be fair!"
The room fell into tense silence.
Cyril turned his gaze to Robin.
For a moment, he froze, rubbing his eyes in disbelief.
A sh of golden light flickered in his sea-blue eyes.
<i>Is that... Young Lord Dragon?</i>
<i>Has Draconia''s Young Lord Dragon arrived?</i>
But after a moment of shock, he
quickly realized that while the
man looked strikingly simr
Bet
young to
the one from 20 years at
Young Lord Dragon, this couldn''t be
They had spent almost 20 days working together back then.
Still, the resemnce was uncanny.