South Africa, Johannesburg.

A round table, twelve people of all kinds of well-dressed and well-known identities sat quietly at the round table, waiting quietly.

The round table is located on the hillside, with no villas, swimming pools, and nothing luxurious. Because it is simply an empty cliff platform on the hillside, the only building is a wooden house facing the platform.

There are various corpses of wild beasts hanging on the walls of the wooden house, and there are also dazzling animal skins: lion's, elk's, wolf's...

"Tu tu tu..." A sound of high heels came.

This is a beautiful girl with a slender figure and silver-white hair. Maybe she is a Ukrainian, or a race from a certain Nordic country. But no matter which race, the silver-white hair with a touch of light gold gave her a noble and arrogant temperament.

Coupled with her high nose bridge, slightly cold cheeks, extremely straight legs, and round buttocks—especially, there is no gap at the connection between her legs and her buttocks, and even if she walks, there is no gap. This makes all men have the urge to conquer.

A cold and arrogant woman, a delicate woman!

But after seeing the woman, the twelve people sitting around the round table stood up at the same time and showed awe-inspiring look.

"Sit." The woman waved her hand lightly and signaled everyone to sit down.

The twelve people sat down, their eyes gathered on the woman's face, waiting for the other party to speak.

"Mr. William is resting, so it is not convenient to come out. I will act as an agent if you have anything to do." The woman smiled slightly, gently shook her silver hair, pointed to a rhino at the door of the wooden house and said, "Mr. William was so tired yesterday to hunt this rhino. We can't disturb his rest, right?"

Lord William, this name is completely a medieval European name, and it gives people a sense of awkwardness when you call it here. No, it makes people feel extremely uncomfortable when you call it in this kind of society today.

But no one in the twelve people at the round table felt awkward. They had long been used to the name of Lord William. The leader of the African round table is called the adult, the leader of the European round table is also called the adult, and the leader of the Asian round table is also called the adult.

"Ms. Nakolulu, why can't we see Lord William?" a middle-aged man asked with his hands spread out, "We haven't seen Lord William for four years, and we haven't seen him at the formal roundtable. Is Lord William sick? Or..."

"Haha, Mr. Kemp, you're over-thinking. Lord William is not sick. On the contrary, he is in great health." The woman named Nakolu smiled slightly and looked around and whispered: "Lord William is not in a good mood. He is very dissatisfied with your behavior!"

As soon as this sentence was expressed, all the twelve people in front of the round table changed drastically.

"Of course, this does not mean that you are not doing well. On the contrary, I think you have done well and come up with the most appropriate solution at the most appropriate time, but-" Nakelu's face changed, and she stood at the round table and looked around and said in a deep voice: "The army of thousands of people cannot kill dozens of people. How did you do this?"

The dull voice was filled with dissatisfaction, and there was a hint of severity. Dissatisfaction was not severe, and even a hint of murderous intent was said to be severe.

"The Nigerian rebels are too weak, and the Easterners are too strong. In short..." Another middle-aged man wearing a cowboy hat said helplessly: "Our African Round Table does not have its own armed forces, and the armed forces that can be borrowed will have to pay a certain price. If we can have our own armed forces, if we can control an armed force, it would be very easy."

This is the African Round Table, which represents the core organization located in Africa under the Round Table. All those sitting around the Round Table are qualified to attend the African Round Table. Each of them is responsible for a region, each of them has their own clear position and interests, and each of them is a region's round table leader.

"This is impossible, Mr. Everson." Nakolulu, who was still standing there, shook her head and said, "If we want to establish our own armed forces, we may be completely cleansed next. This is not allowed, absolutely not allowed!"

"What should we do now?" Another arms dealer said helplessly: "In order to fulfill the Nigerian rebels' request, we have lost a lot. There were only a few people, but suddenly dozens of people appeared, and these dozens of people were so powerful that it was terrifying!"

The African round table paid the price to deal with Xiao Yuanchao and others. They didn't need money, they just needed weapons to make a unit work hard for them. I thought everything was under control, but no one expected that the other party would suddenly have more people, and they were all so powerful that it was outrageous.

When the Nigerian rebels failed quickly, it meant that their efforts were completely unpaid.

Everyone does it for the sake of profit, and everyone is hugging each other under the same interests.

In order to calm the chaos of the East African round table, everyone sitting here has made efforts.

"So things are very tricky." Nakeluo smiled slightly, turned her high heels and said with a smile: "But if this matter cannot be solved, the consequences are unimaginable. I am not a person from the round table, and I don't need to take responsibility for the consequences, but you... gentlemen, I am frank, the battlefield in Africa cannot be disrupted. This is the above requirement, although I think this requirement is not very good."

After a pause, Nakelulu walked to the edge of the protruding cliff, letting the mountain wind blow its silver-white hair, staring at the forest in the distance and the modern city in the distance.

"Maybe none of you noticed that the war in Africa is changing little by little, and the root of the change lies in those Eastern people." Nakelulu continued: "When you move, they will not maintain the balance we want to maintain. Once the balance is broken, everyone sitting here may face..."

Nakelu turned around gracefully, staring at the arms dealers around the round table with a pair of beautiful green eyes, smiling and silent.

Breaking the balance means a reshuffle, and the whole of Africa's round table will be reshuffled. Because at that time, no one knows where a war will break out, and the place where the war breaks out is the focus of their interests.
Chapter completed!