"Surrender, no killing."

Zhou Ping'an merely voiced his own philosophy.

It didn't matter to him whether the guards protecting the Governing Mansion were willing to comply.

Under the intense noon sunlight, a luminescent gleam flickered across his face, outshining even the sun.

Roger followed behind, carrying a laser gun he had picked up, not even bothering to hold it properly since he didn't expect that anyone would shoot at such a Nameless pawn as himself.

He also didn't believe that anyone could harm him while he was following the "Boss."

The elevator was out of power.

Clearly, the Governors and high-ranking officials upstairs were aware of his arrival.

Zhou Ping'an could even faintly hear the sounds of argument.

Some wanted to resist, others wanted to flee.

Some couldn't suppress the fear in their hearts and burst into tears.

Zhou Ping'an didn't care about these disturbances.

He just stepped onto the safety staircase and climbed up floor by floor.

On the third or fourth level, he encountered fierce resistance, but after they had strewn about dozens of corpses.

The resistance began to weaken.

No matter how strong the will, facing an overwhelmingly superior enemy, persistence was impossible.

Moreover, there's a saying that goes well.

"A few hundred bucks a month, why risk your life?"

Of course, those guarding the Governing Mansion certainly earned more than a few hundred dollars, likely thousands or even tens of thousands.

But what of it? To buy a life, that amount of money was far too little.

"Work has its price, but life is priceless."

By the time Zhou Ping'an reached the Fifth Layer, this saying was well exemplified.

He saw over ten men in black suits, standing silently in the hallway, guns hanging low, eyes also downcast, not daring to shoot, or even to aim.

They felt a sense of shame.

But it was minimal.

They could still firmly grasp their weapons in their hands, without throwing them to the ground.

This was their last act of defiance.

[It crumbled, completely fallen apart.]

[Disgrace, a real disgrace! Are these even our Eagle Alliance warriors, are these Proluo State's elites?]

[Don't just talk from upstairs, if you can, run over there and fight, see how many bullets you can withstand?]

[Mr. Jones from Proluo State, an S-rank powerhouse, hasn't arrived yet, nor has the army, otherwise, that Zhuxia boy would have been killed long ago.]

[Big words are easy to say? Right now, I'm only worried that your Governor will kneel down and beg for mercy.]

In the live broadcast room, the number of online viewers had already reached 5.5 million, with an increase of over 170,000 in just ten minutes.

The number of likes, however, hadn't increased by much.

The increase in Wish Power Threads was even more pitiful.

Thus.

Zhou Ping'an understood.

The incident had completely spread.

Citizens of the Sky Hawk Alliance had found his live broadcast.

Via word of mouth and mutual recommendations, the flow of people increased significantly.

But not only in Proluo State, no matter which state of the Sky Hawk Alliance it was, seeing Zhou Ping'an's near shameful attack, his might that paralyzed a city alone, they couldn't feel happy no matter what.

Not to mention feeling admiration or trust.

It was normal for them to burst out in curses.

Zhou Ping'an didn't care about the insults in the live broadcast room.

You've come to their homeland, killed so many people, what do a few curses matter?

It's not like you can punch someone through the internet, right?

"We need to hasten our move; Miller is trying to escape!"

Roger, who had been silent behind him, suddenly spoke up.

He too was holding a mobile phone but hadn't opened Zhou Ping'an's live stream. Instead, he was watching other people's live videos.

It wasn't clear how he found it, perhaps he had specially arranged for someone outside to monitor and film.

The video he saw now was from the topmost platform of the Governing Mansion.

A yellow and orange armed helicopter was slowly descending.

Several fully-armed soldiers swiftly ziplined down and ran to meet it.

"They won't escape."

Zhou Ping'an chuckled softly.

He checked the floors. Having walked slowly, he had already reached the fifteenth floor.

At this point, the higher-ups of the Proluo Government Office were only thinking about evacuating; wasn't that just a joke?

Miller, along with seven or eight people, looked extremely ugly, panting heavily as they ran to the top floor.

Seeing the helicopter, a frantic joy appeared on their faces.

Before he could even raise his hand to signal,

amidst the howling wind, a voice came from behind.

"What were you thinking? Since you dared to send troops, why leave? Let's have a showdown, shall we?"

Miller, a large man, suddenly froze, and the seven or eight pampered high-level officials around him also stopped.

Because they recognized whose voice it was.

Thanks to Zhou Ping'an broadcasting live throughout the whole process.

Within this short time,

he had become the most familiar stranger to all the high-ranking officials of Proluo State.

His height, appearance, combat habits, and even his voice...

They knew it all too well.

"Mr. Miller, meet two of my demands, and I might spare your life."

"First, call off the bounty; second, withdraw your troops."

"Mr. Zhou, withdrawing the troops isn't hard to do, but the bounty issue has nothing to do with us,"

Miller, having been seasoned and weathered, seeing that Zhou Ping'an hadn't attacked immediately, relaxed somewhat, and a friendly smile appeared on his face: "However, I can pardon Mr. Zhou's crimes, and between our two countries..."

"Pop..."

Before he could finish his words,

a large bullet hole appeared in his forehead.

Blood spewed like rain, hitting the faces of those behind him and eliciting screams.

Several of them even clutched their heads and squatted on the ground, crying.

What's even more outrageous is,

at the helicopter, no one had fired a shot, and no one came to the rescue.

The soldiers who were running began retreating slowly, backwards, signaling their departure with hand gestures.

A person's fame casts a long shadow.

No matter how the live streaming room erupted into a frenzy of curses.

Only those standing within two hundred meters in front of Zhou Ping'an could truly experience the immense pressure at its extreme.

"If you can't even handle this small task, then what use is there in keeping you around?"

Zhou Ping'an said disappointedly, his Golden Gun pointing here and there, as if recognizing someone.

Before he could speak again.

A sharp voice hastily interjected, "It can be done, the bounty isn't a problem at all, it's just about issuing the command to freeze the special accounts, and also, to clear a few Dark Web outposts to apply pressure, this matter can be easily resolved."

"You are, the City Affairs Minister, called … what's it again."

Foreign names are somewhat hard to remember.

Zhou Ping'an recognized him but couldn't recall the name at the moment.

"He is Stardal. He should have the capability, even to cancel the military's order to enter the city and lift the blockade within the city," Roger reminded him from the side.

"Yes, yes, I can do these," said the middle-aged man with glasses as he pulled out a white handkerchief from his breast pocket and wiped the large beads of sweat on his forehead, feeling slightly relieved.

The others all nodded hurriedly in agreement.

Watching others exchange fire in a video feels completely different from facing a gun barrel in person.

The Governor didn't manage to utter a good word.

He was shot in the head directly.

His corpulent body still lay in a pool of blood.

His eyes hadn't even closed.

This visual shock could make a normal person's heart stop beating instantly.

If it weren't for the fact that none of them had heart conditions, a few more might have collapsed by now.

"They've canceled it! Really, they've canceled it! Oh, my god, you stubborn fools, we tried talking nicely and you wouldn't listen, always stirring up trouble, why must this be?"

Following some actions by Stardal, and a few phone calls,

feedback came swiftly.

For some people, certain matters that seemed impossible to accomplish were just a phone call away for others.

This was true not only within Zhuxia.

It was the same on the West Coast.

The fruits of reputation along with the power it held were fully demonstrated.

Roger, looking at his phone, almost jumped when he saw the red bounty disappear from the Dark Web homepage.

This solution at least avoided further escalating the conflict.

Zhou Ping'an was no longer in trouble here.

And naturally, his own life was also spared as a result.

"Very well, the wise adapt, why didn't you do this earlier?"

Zhou Ping'an didn't push too hard.

Even his tone grew somewhat milder.

Having achieved the two goals of his trip, he wasn't a bloodthirsty person and harbored no feelings of hatred toward these politicians and officials in front of him.

Frankly, they weren't worthy of his hatred.

"Sir, please be careful on the road. General Brown from the field forces is impulsive. Getting his assistance might be easy, but ordering his troops to withdraw might not be executed thoroughly…"

"Are you saying that General Brown might set up an ambush outside the city?"

Zhou Ping'an suddenly turned his head.

Staring at Stardal.

The sweat on his forehead flowed down like a waterfall once again.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Exactly, General Brown is not from our system, he might have his own thoughts."

"No worries. He must have predicted that I would plan to leave and wants to gain an upper hand, right?"

Zhou Ping'an waved his hand and stopped paying attention to the few trembling men on the rooftop, he descended the stairs with Roger.

"Should we change our appearance and not take the airport route?" Roger asked quietly.

He did not doubt Stardal's words.

Politicians, although often cunning,

would never lie when their own fortunes and lives are at stake.

Since Stardal had said General Brown might resort to some scheming, it was definitely true.

Everyone was from Proluo State and often met; who didn't know who?

"It's still a matter of reluctance to accept leaders."

Zhou Ping'an suddenly laughed.

There are always those who defy.

"Having come this far, how can we sneak back? Even if we could go back, being forced back would lead to endless troubles. Rather, let's test the mettle of Proluo State's field forces."

[Wow, the host's spirit is absolutely awe-inspiring!]

[A battle with the field forces? In my lifetime, I never thought I'd see such a live stream…]

[It's over for me, I just got excited and accidentally punched my wife's nose crooked, someone help me!]

[Kill, let the blood flow into rivers, show the Eagle Alliance the power of Zhuxia!]

The live streaming room erupted in howls.

Zhou Ping'an glanced at it, musing that these people enjoyed the spectacle without caring much about his own safety.

Yet the power of Wishes suddenly surged again.

Somewhat comforting.

He called Lan Fengjiao, "President Lan, come to the Governing Mansion's entrance, I believe you're already aware, I can no longer stay in Proluo State, dare you come back with me?"

"I trust you."

Lan Fengjiao responded promptly and happily as soon as the call connected.

The situation had developed to this point.

Previous plans were completely disrupted.

Discussing business, concealing identities, all these were now impractical.

If they didn't leave now, they might never get another chance.

Regarding safety,

to be honest,

she trusted Zhou Ping'an more than the bodyguards she had around her.

Since he spoke up, he naturally wouldn't do so without certainty.

What she had witnessed earlier — his prowess in defeating all without anyone daring to fire a gun — she had seen it all very clearly.

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