Two Realms Shuttle Gate: Don't Call Me a Demon!

What's this about ten million US dollars per person? The price alone makes it clear they have no intention of releasing anyone! "How is the Jieke Group's behavior any different from that of kidnappers who extort for ransom?" "The difference lies in the fact that we are the victors. Why should we spare those who have invaded us? The Jieke Group has always believed in an eye for an eye, blood for blood." Su Jie looked at the reporter from Asahi News, his voice laced with murderous intent, causing their face to pale. Su Jie didn't bother with another response, glancing at the reporters present, he fixed his gaze on a journalist from the official media of the Chan Country Government. "You're from the official media of Chan Country, do you have any questions?" Su Jie asked directly, wanting to hear what they would say. "The United Nations Security Council has already expressed its stance, seeking to mediate a ceasefire between the Jieke Group and Chan Country Government. At the same time, the Chan Country Government has also made promises, willing to hand over Magway State which borders Ji State to Jieke Group's management, along with two billion US dollars to aid in the reconstruction of East Qin State, as long as the Jieke Group agrees to a ceasefire." With these words, the reporter conveyed the Chan Country Government's desire for a ceasefire, even willing to cede territory and make reparations to the Jieke Group. After the battle in the Ruo Kai Mountains, the Jieke Group secured absolute superiority, while the Chan Country Government is now at an absolute disadvantage. The disparity in combat power between both sides has left the Chan Country Government wanting to beg for mercy. "A ceasefire?" A smile curled at the corner of Su Jie's mouth, his eyes cold and indifferent, sneering at the Chan Country Government's wishful thinking. Do you wait for the car to hit the tree before you turn, or for the snot to reach your mouth before you wipe it away? Seeing that Su Jie hadn't immediately refused, the official media reporter from Chan Country thought there was hope, his eyes lighting up. But the next moment, Su Jie's words sent chills down his spine. "There's a saying in the East, it's better to pursue and crush a retreating foe than to rest on your laurels and emulate the overconfident kings of old. Let me tell the Chan Country Government right now, this battle won't end until one side falls." Su Jie was not one to show the mercy of a woman; he wouldn't allow the tiger to return to the mountain, giving the Chan Country Government a chance to struggle. He wouldn't hesitate to end the battle early, taking advantage of the Jieke Group's current dominance and the Chan Country Government's shortage of troops and officers, to annihilate the Chan Country Government in one fell swoop. Should he wait for the enemy to recuperate, retrain their army, and then, in cooperation with the Eight Nation Group, make a comeback to attack him again? Su Jie would not be so foolish. He would decisively seize the victory and eliminate the foothold the Eight Nation Group has in interfering with his affairs. And replace the Chan Country Government, officially taking over all the powers of Chan Country. Hearing Su Jie's adamant tone, the official media reporter from Chan Country swayed, his lips quivering, "You tyrant! Ending the war is the will of the entire Chan Country and the prevailing view of the international community. This war has caused too many casualties. Ending the war one day earlier will allow Chan Country's citizens to return to peaceful lives sooner. Do you intend to disregard life and wreak havoc, causing people to lose their families and lives in the war, leaving wives separated from their children, before you would be willing to stop? What Chan Country needs now is peace, and that is also the voice of many citizens." The reporters below nodded in agreement upon hearing these words. In the objective impression of the international community, forces that relish war tend to have a poor image, like the Beautiful Country. Su Jie slowly stood up, surveyed the audience, and said deliberately, "Of course, I intend to continue the war. Two hundred and forty thousand soldiers of the Jieke Group have given their blood and lives in succession. You've only seen the war itself. You see us, the Jieke Group, unwilling to let go and cast me as a murderous tyrant, right? Incorrect. Our war has lasted only one year, while the civil war in Chan Country has raged for a full 77 years. Seventy-seven years! Never a day's pause, from the founding of the nation, plagued by warlords, political chaos, opium flooding the streets, and rampant illegal and criminal activities. Go and ask any local person in Chan Country if they like their country being this way. Can the Chan Country Government make things better in Chan Country, prevent deaths due to war? No! Can those warlords, with their opium cultivation, make the country stronger? No! Can those criminal forces, with their kidnappings, frauds, and extortions, provide a good life for the citizens? No. Only I, only the Jieke Group, am the sole savior of Chan Country. The Chan Country Government can't do it; let me, Su Jie, do it." Warlords couldn't achieve it, so I, Su Jie, will do it. "Only with true unification can there be true peace in the world," he said with calm determination, expressing his own thoughts. The journalists below listened to Su Jie's authoritative war declaration, and for a moment seemed to be intimidated into silence, the whole room falling quiet. They saw Su Jie as a man glowing with brilliance, towering immensely. Compared to those hypocritical politicians, such a declaration from Su Jie undoubtedly matched people's perception of him more closely. "That is my answer, are you satisfied?" Su Jie looked at the official media journalist from Chan Country, not about to stop because he feared the casualties war might cause. The pain caused by this war is only temporary, it's better to have short-term pain than long-term pain. To acquiesce to the Chan Country Government's request for a ceasefire would only lead to greater casualties in the future. The official media journalist from Chan Country opened and closed his mouth a few times, no sound coming out, seemingly drained of spirit. "Su Jie!" Liu Yingying, sitting beside Su Jie, felt her heart pounding as she gazed at his profile, her eyes somewhat infatuated. The look of someone in love can't be hidden. The man she adored was indeed extraordinary. There were also Jieke Group officials at the press conference, answering other questions about the event. They were all locals born and raised in Chan Country and understood what Su Jie was talking about. Since the day of its founding, Chan Country had always been mired in civil war, never seeing true peace, and was still in a state of warlord fragmentation. "Unify the entire country, peace for all, huh? Can I really live to see that day?" An elderly official with white hair had tears streaming down his face, muttering to himself, overwhelmed with emotion. Only someone who truly loved their country could utter such words. "Such a man, truly thrilling..." A beautiful, blonde-haired, blue-eyed, and impressive figure of a female journalist from Beautiful Country blushed as she looked at Su Jie, her eyes sparkling. If Su Jie was willing, with just a beckon of his finger, it seemed the female journalist would willingly present herself washed and ready on his bed. Of course, her gaze was quickly noticed by Liu Yingying on the stage, who glared at her and cursed silently, "slut." "A mighty man has descended from heaven, Chan Country has produced a strongman! This could be a choice of history." A journalist from Russia commented feelingly that in times of national crisis, mighty men often appeared to lead their nations towards revival. Like Napoleon of France, Kemal, the founding father of the Osman Empire, and including the heroic figures from Hua Country's modern history who strived for their nation. Such powerful men are capable of reversing the tides and saving the nation from dire straits. "He reminds me of someone." Next to the journalist from Russia was a journalist from France. "Who?" The Russian journalist asked curiously. "Little Mustache, also a foreigner, also skilled in oratory and swaying public opinion, also fond of solving problems through war." The Russian journalist paused, exchanging glances with the French journalist, both shuddering. Both countries deeply despised the Demon Lord of Mayhem, who shook the world during World War II. The former had cast the laughable tale of an army of 3 million surrendering in 42 days, while the latter also faced the Demon Lord's armies in what became the most brutal and bloody war in the history of the European Continent. "Don't talk nonsense, you two, you've got me thinking that guy up there is about to start Season 3, but that's impossible." To one side, a journalist from the British Empire shook his head, discarding the absurd idea from his mind. Considering the strength of the Jieke Group, even if it possesses some biotech secrets, even if they took over the entire territory of Chan Country, it's just a small country of a few hundred thousand square kilometers; they can't stir up much trouble." Su Jie, paying no attention to the commotion in the press area, answered a few more questions before handing over the rest of the duties to Liu Yingying and the other officials, as he went to plan the forthcoming battle for unification.