With the looming war like an arrow pulled taut on a bowstring, the very air seemed thick with the scent of gunpowder. Su Ran gathered with representatives from various nations who were eager to cooperate, all meeting in a solemn conference room to deliberate on a strategy to resist their powerful adversary. The atmosphere within was as heavy as storm clouds before a tempest, weighing down upon every heart. The delegates wore grim expressions, their eyes betraying anxiety over the situation and a profound sense of responsibility; they were fully aware that this campaign against the mysterious transnational organization was no ordinary conflict, but a decisive battle that would determine the survival of their respective nations.
Su Ran broke the silence first. Standing tall, his gaze was as sharp and steady as a drawn sword as he scanned everyone in the room. His voice was calm yet forceful, reverberating through the conference room like the tolling of a great bell. "Gentlemen, this mysterious transnational organization harbors sinister motives, attempting to stir up chaos and drag our nations into the flames of war, threatening the peace we have fought so hard to secure. The Great Qing has always upheld justice and is willing to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with you all, united in our hatred for the common enemy, to repel the incursions of this evil force. What is most urgent now is for us to pool our wisdom and formulate a rigorous, comprehensive plan for coordinated operation…
Chapter 81