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"Whoever is dead should be a Moderate Conservative, prioritizing interests and economics. Hmm, they probably made this deal out of fear of being exploited by hostile forces. Yet, ironically, they didn't foresee that making the deal would lead to their own downfall," Yang Xiaoyou thought, her face growing cold as she read the news.
Fujairah Emirate, while close to the bottom among the seven Emirates of the United Arab Emirates, was still their Chieftain. If they could pin the blame firmly on him, the already tenuous relationship between the United Arab Emirates and Israel would worsen significantly.
Although they had previously been able to barely classify each other as hostile nations, geographical distance and the United Arab Emirates' business dealings had kept relations relatively stable over time. However, after this incident stirred up trouble, their relationship would likely plummet back to an icy state.
"No wonder things have been quieter domestically lately. At the same time, there are moves being made against Thunder God Corporation, causing chaos in the Middle East. It seems they're trying to divert some of their energy into that. Unfortunately, our own influence has diminished somewhat; it's hard to stir up trouble when we lack the means."
Perhaps taking a risk could yield some results, but it clearly wasn't worth it.
Yang Xiaoyou absentmindedly played with her tail, spinning it around her finger for a while as she contemplated what actions to take in light of these changes.
Moreover, the organization now had a Tyrant that could be barely controlled. They were aware that their research and development speed had surpassed what they remembered from their previous life significantly.
They hadn't anticipated that pouring all their energy into researching the 'immortal' characteristics would accelerate progress so much; she wondered how much effort had truly been invested in her own development.
Having already taken action, she felt frustrated by how hastily it had ended after igniting a fire within her. Now that she learned she had been dismissed from her position, Yang Xiaoyou felt a surge of pent-up anger. Her emotions were unstable; after a period of restraint due to recovering from injuries, she hadn't done anything unusual towards Charming Shadow. Now, however, all those suppressed feelings were bubbling up and becoming difficult to manage. It took her some time to calm herself down.
"Tsk, I thought the virus wouldn't leak during that incident in Tokyo, but it ended in tragedy. It's better to keep my distance for now; having something like that in the city without control feels wrong." After making up her mind, she stuffed her dizzying thoughts into her coat pocket and tossed it onto the bed before getting up and leaving the room.
She greeted Zhang Peng, who looked noticeably more haggard than before, before exiting the suite. This time, their benefactor had also sustained some injuries. Given that students from both schools had experienced kidnapping before, addressing safety concerns should be manageable.
However, it would be best to let Demoness handle this.
As she pondered how to persuade Demoness, Yang Xiaoyou arrived at her door only to find that Your Highness seemed to have been waiting there for quite some time, speaking into the doorbell's intercom system.
Li Xiao was nursing some minor injuries with bruises on his face and was currently hiding away in his room without any sign of Liang Wuxuan's appointed Martial Arts Club President meant to deal with Your Highness. Taking advantage of an empty moment, Roche had seized the opportunity to come over.
"Let's go for a walk and discuss upcoming changes in plans; it won't take much time. Besides, your school's acting deputy minister has been reluctant to show up," Roche said with a friendly expression and a gentle tone directed toward the inside of the room.
"I'm tired. Let's talk tomorrow." Liang Wuxuan's voice sounded indifferent, almost dismissive, as it came through the doorbell just after Roche had finished speaking, without the door ever being opened.
Having been turned away, Roche showed no signs of dissatisfaction on his face. He maintained that approachable smile, as if he were not facing a doorbell but rather Liang Wuxuan himself.
"Since that's the case, I won't disturb your rest. I wish you sweet dreams."
After saying this, Roche turned and saw Yang Xiaoyou approaching. A flicker of disdain crossed his eyes; he felt an innate dislike for this fellow who managed to maintain a relatively good relationship with Liang Wuxuan due to club activities.
Initially, upon meeting this flirtatious President, who seemed capable of charming anyone, he thought she would be easy to handle. However, after experiencing repeated setbacks recently, he found himself resorting to this more tactful approach.
Especially since his school's remarkable Feng Lin seemed to have some connection with her, as well as that playful and adorable Ponytail Girl.
Upon entering the Royal Academy of Basic Studies and seeing those two, he had assumed they were wonderful beings meant to exist solely for him. Yet interacting with them had proven to be fraught with difficulties—something he had never encountered before.
Now it wasn't just the two from school; even during the School Trip, encountering this glamorous student President with familial ties was equally frustrating. This fellow seemed only interested in eating and had no self-awareness whatsoever.
"You should let the President rest; it's best not to disturb her anymore. Besides, interacting with girls of her status will only bring you pressure and burden. I hope you think carefully about your words and actions in the future; keeping your distance is your best choice," Roche said. His usual demeanor rarely displayed such arrogance, but with only the two of them present, he felt no need to hold back.
As he spoke, a sense of authority mixed with his newly formed confidence enveloped Yang Xiaoyou.
Having lived in the imperial city and been influenced by elite education, he believed himself fundamentally different from these commoners!
Feeling the faint aura of royal presence emanating from Roche, Yang Xiaoyou couldn't help but roll her eyes.
Well, given the royal family's long-standing decline, it was indeed commendable that he could reach such a level now, but...
"Does he really think he's something special?"
Her tone was dismissive and nearly ignored him entirely. The coldness in her gaze carried no hint of emotion, causing Roche—who had concentrated all his energy to its peak—to suddenly feel as if he had plunged into an icy abyss.
In this scorching summer, a chill ran down his spine. The once humble commoner before him evoked a sense of panic in his heart, a feeling that made the mocking reference to a prince as "big sister" seem utterly ineffective against Roche's rebuttal.
For a moment, he realized that the confidence he had gained through words and demeanor—praised by his father multiple times—had completely vanished, as if it had severed all ties with him and was lost forever.
This feeling of gaining and then losing left him with a sense of despair and a desire to collapse. Just as thoughts of self-destruction flickered through his mind, the prince felt a sudden jolt in his heart, the cool sensation from a jade pendant hanging on his chest bringing him back to reality.
With a crack, the strange jade pendant gifted to him by the Mother Empress shattered, falling apart into several pieces that slipped through the gaps in his clothing.
"The item is decent, but what a waste," Yang Xiaoyou remarked as he glanced at the fallen fragments that bore similar functions to the pendant he had received. Without further ado, he continued walking forward.
Today, due to issues arising from their previous transaction, his pent-up rage had accumulated significantly. This fellow had unwittingly crossed paths with him; since that was the case, he might as well help the girls teach this annoying prince a lesson.
What audacity! To even think of targeting the girls—if he couldn't defeat him, there was no point in discussing anything further.
Having just stepped into the realm of power, he had already been subjected to a targeted assault. If it weren't for that Ancient Jade Pendant, it would have inflicted an irreparable wound on his heart, leaving him forever trapped in its shadow. Although he had been thwarted this time, it successfully stripped away all of Roche's confidence.
If he couldn't heal the spiritual wound within himself, he would never reach such heights again. It was like buying two pounds of integrity online only to discover it was subpar quality—what a pain! (To be continued)
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