On the other hand, the Ibfrastraat government was in the middle of a major negotiation that required a lot of advice and input. The country is currently without a president following John's untimely death. And the government was taken over by the ministers, who were now deliberating hard to make a big decision.One man, the minister of national defense, now made his point, "I have withdrawn all troops from the battlefield. There are no additional casualties, and all the civilians who were forced into the war have also been found. I have asked the other ministers if all the families affected will be compensated for the wrongs committed by our former president."The other ministers nodded in agreement. It was only fitting that they should do so. Everyone has a family, and they also disagreed with the president's sending soldiers secretly without the consent of the other ministers. And now, there was still one more problem to deal with. That was the people outside of Infrastraart who had

On another day, when the sky turned dark, Julius drove his Audi to a bar around the city centre. He was wearing glasses and a black casual shirt. A smartwatch was attached to his wrist with a ring adorning his thumb.That night, the bar was quite crowded. People were partying with alcoholic beverages in various variants. The music thumped loudly, and people danced crazily. Women and men were touching each other without caring whether they had [partners or not. All they knew was they just wanted to have fun until dawn tonight.In a relaxed state, Julius entered the bar area and was immediately greeted by several people who knew him as an influential person in Pharae. One of them was a man who worked as a young businessman who had just started his business in the field of communication, "Hello, Mr Julius. Nice to see you here. Did you come to fulfil my invitation to drink a few weeks ago?" he asked enthusiastically.Julius just glanced at the man, clearly ignoring him because he had com

As for Julius, he was already at the starting line, waiting for the signal to run. When the confetti finally erupted, the runners immediately moved their feet away from the starting line. There was excited laughter, with cheers from the family watching on. They swung balloons of various shapes in amusement.Julius smiled a little, building his image among the people who apparently idolized him as a man of influence and wealth. With a good start, Julius began running and overtook the people ahead of him. For a few moments, people on the side of the road were still cheering for every marathon participant, including Julius. He nodded briefly and returned to running, following the route the organizers had prepared to enliven this event.Apparently, people's assumptions about Julius were wrong. At this point, halfway through the race, Julius' stamina was still as good as ever. He managed his breathing and speed, even leading the achievements of the other participants. Behind him, the men

Diego kicked the chair in front of him hard and shouted in a booming voice, "Damn it! Why did he survive again, huh?!" The man looked furious, his face bright red and his eyes bulging. He threw everything against the wall, including the wine glass and bottle he had just enjoyed a few minutes ago. They were shattered, and he didn't care about the price of the drink that was now gone without a sip of enjoyment.The man rubbed his face roughly, "They should have moved properly! Why is it so hard to kill that bastard? Are they so stupid that they can't even stab a man who isn't protected by anyone? Do I have to set an example with my own hands?" he raged, having again failed to take the life of the Julius he hated so much. His plan failed because of luck or because his people were stupid and couldn't take advantage of the situation. One thing was for sure, he hated failure in his life.In annoyance, the man punched the air, "You just need to stab him like this! Then he falls, and you can

Diego ran down the stairs at high speed. He could hear the gunfire racing behind him. Although he didn't see it firsthand, Diego could tell by now that the pursuers had reached his private room. That's because he could hear footsteps pounding up there, right on the floor that separated the study from the shortcut to the back door. Diego looked up briefly, ensuring the men couldn't find him trying to escape. Diego had a door camouflaged as a wall, just in case something unpleasant happened, like this time. Even here, he could get a lightweight, easy-to-store handgun. And that's what the two bodyguards guarding Diego and helping him escape from his home were holding onto.Unfortunately, the people chasing Diego quickly realized where he was. Suddenly, the wooden door, which was the same colour as Diego's walls, was broken down by one of the men dressed in all black with a long-barreled gun in his hand, "Stop right there!" he shouted to Diego, who was still running down the circular sta