Singh had reached the ripe age of one hundred.
He contemplated for a long time, knowing this might be the only chance at negotiation, and if the stakes weren't high enough, the winner could be the other party.
So, after pondering for a moment, he said, "Instead of us putting forth the stakes, why don't we ask who you are inclined to choose between our two houses?"
"From a global strategic perspective, our native Angsa forces possess the world's most advanced weaponry. As long as we exist, all the nations of the world will be wary, and even if we have national debts, as long as our military power remains, they wouldn't be able to partition us like they did with the Soviet Union. Therefore, nations across the globe hope that you would take action to dismantle our native Angsa power!"
"Once our Angsa weapons faction is destroyed and carved up by countries worldwide, the money in the hands of the Utopia Consortium will not be safe either!"
