"Alvin..." Ilumi pondered for a moment and said, "Just inform Alvin that we will send [Nitolomi] over and let them wait."

"yes."

Communication ends.

"Mr. Speaker!"

“Members of the President’s Cabinet are here!”

Suddenly, a guard at the door shouted loudly to the old man with white hair sitting on the speaker's seat.

"Wow~!"

In the House of Representatives, many senators stood up together, looked in the direction of the door, smiled, and applauded warmly.

"Hello, Congressman Perris."

"Congratulations, Mr. Nickell."

One after another, cabinet members wearing expensive suits walked in from the door. The senators on both sides of the seats in the first row on the first floor all leaned over to shake hands and say hello to each other. The atmosphere was cordial.

"Mr. Speaker!"

"The President of the Aztec Republic is here!"

The moment the guard finished speaking, all the people in the House of Representatives stood up at the same time with a roar. They looked at the well-dressed and distinguished bald man walking in from the door and clapped excitedly.

"Pah, pah, pah..."

The applause was loud and continuous.

As Ilya Barkawi walked towards the podium, he smiled and shook hands with the MPs who extended their hands on both sides.

"This kid has a good way of pretending to be the president." Andres grinned as he looked at Enwei walking forward amidst the cheers of many cabinet members and politicians.

At this time, Enwei was dressed in a decent suit, with a kind appearance and a calm demeanor.

The originally extremely fierce face and temperament, thanks to the makeup artist's makeup skills, actually retained the unique perseverance of a soldier while possessing a caring temperament for his family and country.

Enwei walked to the podium, raised his hands, and pressed them down gently.

The continuous applause in the House of Representatives immediately disappeared. Under the gaze of many media and politicians, Enwei began his speech.

"In three years, more than 450,000 innocent people were involved in the smoke of war. They died in the gunfire and became victims of hatred and interests."

"Today, I am here to tell you."

"Our hearts may be broken, our lives may wither, but our spirit and faith are unshakable."

"Pah, pah, pah..."

There was thunderous applause in the House of Representatives.

The media is also constantly looking for angles to take photos of the new president that are enough to make front-page headlines and capture people's hearts at a glance.

…

"Four hundred years ago, during the Revolutionary War in December, Scott Croy was on a ship on Lake Berlanga with a truce flag, looking at the [Duroga Castle] that was bombarded by artillery in the distance."

"At that time, we also made sacrifices, but our flag still flew high."

"His words of praise have now become our national anthem, turning into the wind of peace, blowing the high-hanging star-red flag and fluttering in the wind."

"Just as our country has experienced wars and disasters, it remains as strong as ever."

"Pah, pah, pah..."

The moment the words fell, the politicians in the House of Representatives stood up at the same time and gave the president the most fervent applause for his beautiful speech.

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Pegasus United, Umbrella Biotech's headquarters.

"Crunch~"

In the office on the top floor of the headquarters building, with a "crunching" sound, a slender figure wearing a white expensive suit walked in. When he saw the figure standing in front of the panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows, a white light flashed on the lenses.

"Long wait, Mr. Pablo."

Alvin closed the door casually, walked to the sofa, bent down and sat down.

“Although it’s the headquarters, it’s surprisingly calm here.”

A burly man stood in front of the panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows of the office, overlooking the deserted headquarters industrial park below, with a deep voice and a slight sense of distance.

There was no response to Alvin's arrival.

"Has Mr. Kim Bradley's reply arrived?"

Pablo turned his back to Alvin and asked in a deep voice.

"Our chairman said that we will send that [Nitolomi] over, please don't worry." Alvin set up the wine glass and poured himself a glass of treasured wine, with a slight smile on his lips.

"Nitolomi..." Pablo stood in front of the panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows, looking at the natural scenery shrouded in greenery outside, a trace of dissatisfaction flashed across his brows, "Is that all?"

"Alas, Mr. Pablo." Alvin raised his glass, swayed it gently, and sighed, "As you can see, I'm just a professional manager."

"In the final analysis, he is just a working man."

"What [Nitolomi]? I have never heard of it, let alone what it is."

"But since you know Mr. Chairman, why bother coming in person? Can't we just contact him by phone?"

Alvin was sitting on the sofa, drinking red wine, with the attitude of "I'm just a worker and don't know anything."

"A migrant worker..." Pabolou heard this and turned around slowly, "A migrant worker who manages both the largest branch and the headquarters of the company."

"Or, a subordinate with strong telekinesis ability."

Pablo faced Alvin, his eyes fixed on the slender figure sitting on the sofa.

Only then did people see his appearance clearly.

The burly man's name is Pablo, he is a member of the Cajun Empire Guards. He is wearing the military uniform of the Cajun Empire Guards. He has a tall build, a sinewy face, a scar on his left eye, and a short hairstyle.

He is the kind of character that makes people know that he is not a simple person at first sight.

"Crack."

Alvin didn't respond, but stood up and walked to the wine cabinet, took out a brand new bottle of red wine, and placed it on the coffee table with a "snap".

"Just a casual meal."

Alvin replied calmly, and at the same time he placed a goblet on the coffee table again, looked at Pablo, and invited with a smile:

"Would you like a drink?"

"Mr. Pablo."

This time, there was no response from Pablo.

He glanced at everything in the office with a calm expression, including wine cabinets, murals, blue and white porcelain, sofas, coffee tables, etc.

Finally, his eyes swept across Alvin's desk, and when he glanced at a black and red dice on the desk, his eyes focused.

Immediately, Pablo withdrew his gaze and walked toward the office door. When he passed Alvin, his steps paused slightly.

"You have to understand one thing. I am the personal guard of His Majesty Nasbi Huikolo. It is self-evident what I represent."

"If you don't plan to abide by the agreement before departure, you will not be able to bear the consequences."

After finishing speaking, Pablo continued to walk towards the office door and left the office with a "crunching" sound.

"Promise, consequences..."

Alvin raised his head and looked at the mural "God so loved the world" on the wall. He glanced in the direction of the office door from the corner of his eye and stared at Pablo's leaving figure through the crack in the door.

"Haha, Cajun Empire."
Chapter completed!