Chapter 178

Inside a tent on the bank of the Arumas River.

After hearing Modamon's words, Santos stared at him in silence, understanding the meaning behind them.

Modamon sat with his legs crossed, smoking a cigar, his posture relaxed as he also gazed at Santos.

This demeanor and expression were not at all what an subordinate should have when meeting the chief. In fact, he was displaying an undisguised sense of pressure!

The atmosphere in the entire tent became somewhat oppressive as no one spoke.

After weighing things in his mind for a long time, Santos clenched his fists under the table, then slowly released them.

"Snap!"

Santos suddenly pulled back his chair, stood up, and, to everyone's surprise, knelt on one knee before Modamon, bowing and saying, "Uncle Modamon, in my eyes, you are as great and radiant as my father. You once helped him conquer the north and south, consolidating the territory of Lao Mo and allowing the millions of people here to live in peace for a time. Now, although I have become the chief, I still hope that you can continue to contribute to our homeland, our nation. In my heart, you are the true leader of this regime!"

This sudden scene stunned many people, including some officers and guards, who didn't understand what was happening.

In their view, this was not something a leader should do!

Because it was an absolute disgrace! A rare downward compromise of the highest power!

Beside him, Modamon was not surprised by Santos's actions, and didn't even try to help him up. He just sat calmly in his chair, legs crossed, watching the young chief.

It seemed that Modamon was regaining balance for his days of groveling in the past.

Modamon didn't speak, and Santos remained kneeling there, his head lowered, his expression unreadable.

Zhao Wei Hu and Fei Ping Sheng sat to the side, and seeing this scene, they felt somewhat uncomfortable. After all, their cooperative leader was compromising with a kneel.

Despite their displeasure, there was nothing they could do at the moment. The two could only remain silent, not saying a word.

After a long while, Modamon finally put down his cigar, sighed, and said, "My child, I am old, no longer as brave as I once was, and even walking makes me breathless. Now, I have to rely on a lot of medicine every day to maintain my pitiful health. I really want to lend you a hand, and that's the truth..."

As Modamon spoke, he turned his head and pointed with the hand holding the cigar to Zhao Wei Hu and Fei Ping Sheng sitting beside him, "But I'm glad that you have friends from other nations by your side. They can help you. You no longer need this poor old man, do you? Your current series of policies with Hua District are all your own decisions. You have plenty of political wisdom and courage. As your uncle, I am happy for you."

Hearing this, Santos became even more silent.

Zhao Wei Hu frowned, and Fei Ping Sheng also secretly clenched his fist.

Modamon paused, took a puff of his cigar, and continued to say to Zhao Wei Hu and Fei Ping Sheng, "Friends from afar, I sincerely welcome your arrival, and I believe others do too. Look at the privileges you have in the Lao Mo region. Your troops can freely enter and exit the defense zones of any armed force, while also receiving our most superior supplies, and even have your own territory here. God witnesses, I am happy for your situation. All the people, soldiers, and generals here should salute you."

Zhao Wei Hu and Fei Ping Sheng naturally understood the subtext of these words. In addition to the Little Commander, this old warlord was also going to put strong pressure on the Dragon City side.

Fei Ping Sheng looked at the situation in the room and, after weighing things carefully, took the lead in getting up and bowing slightly to Modamon, "Respected General Modamon, we have always been grateful for the generous conditions and political privileges given to us by the Lao Mo government, which has given us a place to survive. So, I have always wanted to express my gratitude to you!"

Speaking of this, Fei Ping Sheng looked at Santos again, gritted his teeth, and also knelt on one knee, following up with a loud voice, "I also thank you for your care for us all along! I hope that General Modamon can form a deep friendship with the Lao Mo government and the People's Army, and jointly resist foreign enemies! Because this is not only a matter for overseas Chinese, but also concerns the safety of the Lao Mo people! I believe that with your character, you will shoulder the heavy responsibility of the nation!"

After saying these words, Fei Ping Sheng turned his head and glanced at Zhao Wei Hu, their eyes meeting.

Zhao Wei Hu understood what Lao Fei meant, and also knew what he needed now, and what the overseas Chinese in Dragon City needed. So, after a pause, his face flushed, he clenched his steel fists, and still pushed the chair away, slowly kneeling on one knee towards Modamon.

The old warlord turned his head and looked at him with his legs crossed.

Zhao Wei Hu took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "I also hope that General Modamon can fully support us and jointly resist foreign enemies!"

Modamon sat there, his eyes slowly sweeping over the three people kneeling on the ground. After a long while, he smiled and stood up, reaching out to help them up one by one, while saying, "Today, not only I have seen your sincerity, but my family and my troops have also seen your sincerity. However, I need some time to discuss many things. After all, we have always been an alliance of nations. Before we implement a plan, we must get the approval of most people."

Santos nodded and said, "Of course, dear uncle."

Everyone sat back down in their chairs, and Modamon continued, "Tomorrow, my chief of staff will be here to discuss the relevant details with you."

"Thank you very much." Santos said with a smile, "I hope we have a good start."

...

An hour later, the meeting ended and everyone left the tent.

Modamon got into his military vehicle, and the chief of staff beside him finally asked, "General, what do you think of this matter?"

Modamon leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes to rest while saying, "I think Santos and those Chinese have given us enough respect. Obviously, he needs us very much... In fact, starting negotiations with Hua District is also a good option, but it depends on what price they can give us, at least much higher than Area One, because our negotiation order is always after Santos's regime. We must fight for our absolute rights, because our armed forces can determine the victory or defeat of the Lao Mo battlefield, and even the Dragon City battlefield! Obviously, Santos, and those Chinese, have also seen this point."

The chief of staff nodded.

"Di Ling Ling!"

Just as he finished speaking, a phone rang. Modamon answered the phone and asked in a low voice, "Hello?"

In the earpiece, Kang Ding Huang's voice sounded, "Respected General Modamon, I heard that many things have happened in the Lao Mo region today."

Hearing this, Modamon paused, but quickly smiled and said, "Yes, I met him, but it was just a casual chat. With the war imminent, we need to calm this young chief down."

Kang Ding Huang said very directly, "General Modamon, you can't take my money and still express goodwill towards Santos."

Modamon said very surely, "Don't worry, our friendship is above everything else."

Kang Ding Huang nodded and said, "I hope so. We are about to launch a general offensive here as well."

The cunning and sly Modamon immediately replied, "I have been waiting for such an opportunity."

...

On the way back, Zhao Wei Hu, Santos, and Fei Ping Sheng were all silent. Because they all knew that today was definitely a shameful day!

After thinking for a long time, Santos turned his head and said to Zhao Wei Hu, "Looking back now, what the newly arrived General Wang Ding Yuan said makes some sense."

Zhao Wei Hu said with a gloomy face, "...Everyone I've knelt to has died. I hope this Modamon, in the limited time he has, can give an equal return for today's events."