CHAPTER 1920: CHAPTER 1445: SURVIVAL

One minute later.

"God!"

The old man finally uttered this word after a long time, his expression grim.

-Black prison.

-Tongtian.

-Ling.

-ERV.

All turned out to belong to Tang Qing.

No wonder.

They all emerged in recent years and grew swiftly. They’ve even now taken Kovalro under their wing. What’s more terrifying is that this is only a part.

Tang Qing himself,

remains hidden below the surface.

Watching over all life.

Those eyes.

What kind of horror must they hold? Under the facade of a university student, manipulating the world at will, possessing superhuman abilities, combined to form a terrifying existence.

This world.

Suddenly became so unfamiliar.

As if.

The worldview I had before was all fake, like the moon in the water.

"Master, have you seen his abilities?" the old man asked.

"Abilities?"

Tuoyin smiled wryly.

"That’s divine power,"

recalling the ability to control human actions with a single thought, how terrifying it is. This is probably Tang Qing’s biggest trump card, even his subordinates may only be secondary cards.

Also,

the technique that makes people disappear is even more shocking than absorbing Kovalro. With such abilities, Tang Qing is simply invincible. Could that be just a corner of his sky?

Indeed vast.

Alas!

Unfortunately.

Those who know these secrets won’t live long.

"What should we do?" the old man said despondently.

"Wait."

"Wait for what?"

"Death."

"..."

You’re sparing with words, offering just a word, indeed... The old man sighed, sitting beside Tuoyin, reminiscing about the past with some nostalgia, but it seems there won’t be such a chance.

One who gains secrets.

Loses life due to secrets.

It’s the same throughout history.

"Boom~"

A faint sound came.

Looking up.

The old man’s face turned pale. Only to see the black clouds rolling in from the horizon, moving towards them, soon it will be pouring rain and relentless wind, and there’s nowhere to shelter here.

"Find a place."

Tuoyin’s face was very ugly,

"Okay."

Then.

The crowd began to find a place to shelter from the rain. The area of three square kilometers is quite large, there are some rock caves around, the ground is wet, but laying some leaves and dry grass can prevent catching sickness.

In the past.

They always watched others survive.

Today.

It’s their turn to experience firsthand, feels... not good. Due to Tuoyin’s identity not being disclosed, they still have some hope, thinking someone would come to rescue them, all busy.

"Who has a lighter?"

"No one."

"Quick, gather some dry wood, and start a fire with friction."

"Yes."

At the moment.

Their amateur skills were on display, making tools, starting fires by friction, surviving in the wild, fishing, all were orderly, without chaos, even discovering the rich fishing resources around.

While the thundercloud approaches.

Stock up a bit more.

Excitement.

Stimulus.

Actually made quite a few people thrilled.

Seeing this.

The old man and Tuoyin looked at each other speechlessly, fearless due to ignorance, people of Kovalro, indeed they’re all madmen, just unsure if they can persist after a few days, after all, surrounding fishing resources are limited.

Few trees on the island.

Lighting.

Cooking.

Will soon be consumed, when resources deplete, conflicts will erupt. As for turning the island’s trees into a wooden raft, Tuoyin has no hope at all, Tang Qing won’t let anyone leave this island alive.

No one should think of it.

The secret.

Must remain here.

Mercy?

Tang Qing has it.

But he’ll never give it to them.

...

Washington.

The summit was held as scheduled.

In the audience.

Miao Ye was drowsy, too bored, after the host country spoke, other countries took turns on stage, the content seemed high-end but actually just the same old story, every crisis is talked about like this.

Miao Ye.

As the person in charge of Myanmar Economic Development Committee.

Theory is solid.

Additionally.

The United States is still relentlessly promoting free economy, asking emerging market countries to reduce tariffs, relax financial control, open up markets, stimulate exports, borrow money to save the market, and other clichéd rhetoric.

Nothing innovative.

Never mind.

Make do with listening.

In the afternoon, it was Ling’s turn to go on stage, Miao Ye perked up.

Other countries also showed interest.

This time.

As an observer country member,

Myanmar usually doesn’t give speeches, but the host provided an opportunity. They were quite curious about Ling, this emerging country might possibly reach developed country status.

Of course,

it’s merely the per capita GDP.

In other aspects,

there is still quite a gap. Therefore, no one really takes Myanmar seriously, just a lucky one. However, Ling, who created such a miracle, rarely gives speeches in public.

Worth a listen.

Ling took the stage.

"Regarding this crisis, we are weak and have no good solutions. However, we will do our modest part, financially, to provide loans for other emerging countries."

"Economically, reduce product tariffs, increase import ratio, promote international trade, persist in infrastructure construction, improve residents’ living conditions, and adhere to global trade rules."

"Additionally..."

Five minutes.

Ling elaborated on his views.

"..."

All countries were speechless.

Indeed very short, but the content was quite genuine. Not a word was mentioned about financial reform, which is normal because Myanmar’s financial control is too strong, the economy is quite fine, barely affected.

On the contrary.

It has enough resources to help other countries.

Not bad either.

Unfortunately.

Most countries present won’t benefit, those who are here, either have a large scale or are wealthy, unwilling to lose face by borrowing so much money, Myanmar’s strategy is not significant to them.

Except for Huaxia.

Goods.

Projects.

Huaxia is the largest winner, not an exception.

In the audience.

Watching Ling return to his seat, Miao Ye was helpless. This big shot, why does he always want to import things, can’t he make them himself? He used to be enthusiastic but now is indifferent to establishing an industrial system.

Reducing corporate tax is one thing.

Even lowering tariffs.

Is he giving up?

...

In the evening.

In the hotel banquet hall.

Upon invitation.

Ling arrived here, apart from him, also several countries’ presidents, those who can come here, either rich or noble, mostly congressmen, and some conglomerates’ offspring, exchanging with each other.

"Your presence honors me greatly."

The initiator.

The United States Congress Speaker stepped forward, politely greeted. His status isn’t much lower than that of the President. The U.S. has a complete separation of powers, theoretically equal status.

However,

the public influence is not as significant.

"Thank you."

"Hope there will be a chance to cooperate with your country in the future."

"Okay."

"Your youth truly amazes me."

"..."

Ling’s arrival attracted many people over. Ling is different from other presidents, he still holds control over the richly endowed Myanmar Bank Group. When it comes to wealth, even ERV couldn’t compete.

Although Ling is no longer on Myanmar Bank Group’s shareholder list,

no one believes it.

Ling,

still controls that colossus.