The subordinate lowered his head and was about to leave.
"I heard that a group of people have appeared in Binhai recently and are investigating our details. How is their investigation going?"
Montaigne suddenly asked.
The subordinate was stunned for a moment and then said: "We are investigating. These people are acting strangely and do not have any local background. The investigation will be a little tricky for a while, but there will be news soon..."
"No, just let them be."
Under the suspicious eyes of his subordinates, he saw Montaigne put the cup on the table, slowly stretched himself, with a supercilious expression:
"Because in another week, the overseas masters we worship will take over the Middle Earth. Everything we do today will become a stepping stone for us to reach the top in the future."
"By then, overseas masters will easily help us overcome all the obstacles we face today."
"In this world, the strong will always be respected."
"No matter how powerful you are, it's better to follow a good master."
"So, within this week, you must do your best to prepare these 3,000 babies and pregnant women, and send them to the island within a week. I have already told the Vietnamese warship that during this period, they will
For the time being, we choose to make peace with the country, make some concessions in negotiations, and create an illusion of peace."
"This will last a week at most."
"A week from now, the war in the South China Sea will begin, which will sound the clarion call for overseas masters to take over China."
"At that time, you and I only need to witness the coming of a new era and become the heroes of the new era."
"So, do you know what to do?"
The subordinate looked at Montaigne blankly, and then said excitedly: "Yes, I will make arrangements now!"
After his subordinates left, Montaigne stood up slowly, his expression returning to unusual calmness from the dissolute look just now.
He first waved his hand and dismissed the beauties surrounding him. When he was the only one left on the huge top floor, a figure slowly emerged from the darkness.
"My lord!"
Montaigne changed his solemnity and knelt on one knee: "You are here."
The figure gradually walked out of the darkness, gradually fading away from the black fog on its body, revealing its true appearance.
The moment he saw the true appearance of the black shadow, his expression suddenly changed: "Young Master?"
