Note : More gifts for more chapters. Let s see how many chapters i ll write today
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On the morning of the conference, the sky was a clear blue, but the atmosphere was electric. Macro's private airport, usually quiet, had transformed into a diplomatic battleground. Private jets and helicopters arrived one after another, unloading a parade of guests from around the world. Renowned professors, discreet heads of state, scoop-hungry journalists, and mysterious observers all converged on the Kingdom of Macro.
Behind the scenes, Lassen watched the arrivals through his holographic screens. He sipped a cup of tea while scanning live drone feeds. His excessively reclined chair hinted at his apparent calm, but his eyes tracked every movement with surgical precision.
[Host, we've detected at least three intelligence teams hidden among the delegations.]
