Star Alliance.
Presidential conference room.
Generals and high-ranking officials capable of deciding the future of the Star Alliance had once again gathered together.
"Gentlemen, we face a choice, the public is now aware of the Heavenly Demon," the President said in a low voice, "Initially, we chose to conceal it to eradicate fear, and now we must choose to disclose it for the same reason!"
The President's voice was deep.
"Besides, the two recent wormholes must be resolved quickly... In this regard, the Martial Artist Association, particularly the Tang Family, does not seem to be supportive."
Another general spoke up.
"They want me to sign a pardon and swear never to review them again, they are threatening us with the lives of tens of thousands of civilians, we can't compromise!"
A flicker of anger crossed the President's face, "The Martial Artist Association can't have its own will, it must obey the Star Alliance!"
"But... we urgently need the martial artists."
