CHAPTER 1220: CHAPTER 1220: THREE DEMANDS (PART 2)

"Ha..."

General Barton burst into laughter.

This little Princess, should he call her naive, or should he call her brave?

Right now, in his territory, she still dared to make demands of him?!

After laughing, he slammed the table and got up.

"Alright, let me tell you clearly, I won’t agree to a single one of these three conditions." General Barton pointed to the documents in front of her with one finger, "Now, sign your name at the end of the document immediately, apologize to me, and maybe I’ll leave you a little way out, otherwise... humph!"

General Barton raised his right hand, making a gun gesture with his fingers, and aimed at Gan Yuan, Huangfu Jue, and Abel, wiggling his fingers at each of them.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

He mimicked gun sounds with his mouth and then laughed out loud.

"Barton!" Abel stepped forward, "Don’t forget, we’re here to negotiate peace."

"Of course I haven’t forgotten." General Barton glanced at him scornfully, "If it weren’t for that, do you think you’d still have a chance to stand alive in front of me?"

He sat back down in his chair and lifted his legs onto the table.

"I’ll give you three minutes to sign the document and make the call ordering it, otherwise..."

He raised his right hand, and his assistant immediately handed over a real gun. General Barton slammed the gun onto the table, pointing the barrel straight at Gan Yuan.

"Now, the countdown begins."

"Barton!" Huangfu Jue reached out to pull Gan Yuan’s chair back and stepped forward, standing in front of her, hands on the table, glaring at Barton across it, his blue eyes deep as the night sea, "Have you not thought about the consequences of doing this!"

"Duke!" General Barton raised his hands, crossing them over his chest, "Don’t try to intimidate me with your Teresa Family, I know, you’re impressive, and I know, your family isn’t to be trifled with... But don’t forget, when pushed to the brink, people can do anything. Between life and death, there are only two choices, and I don’t want to die, I want to live!"

"If you truly want to live." Huangfu Jue slowly stood upright, his form at the end of the long table, appearing exceptionally towering, "Surrender now, and it’s still not too late!"

Obviously standing in the Northwest Capital, obviously standing in front of Barton, this clearly wasn’t his home ground...

Yet that man, his tone was still domineering and proud, without the slightest hint of bluffing. His expression on his face, as certain as ever, as if he was always confident of victory.

General Barton sneered, "Duke, to be honest, I’ve always admired you, truly admired. But this time, you’ve really let me down. I originally thought you’d at least come up with some way to resist me, but unfortunately... truly unfortunately, you’ve been completely spoiled."

He retracted his smile, a pair of eyes tinged with coldness.

"Let me tell you, Huangfu Jue. This is not the Royal Palace of A Country, nor the United Nations; not everyone here is going to accommodate you. In front of others, you may be an intimidating figure, but here and now, you’re nothing but an unarmed man. Anytime I wish, I can take your life!"

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Meanwhile.

At the General Residence.

A black off-road vehicle and a bus slowly parked in front of the General Residence. As the car doors opened, the two drivers—soldiers in Northwest Army uniforms—jumped out of the vehicles.