"Mr. Britos, it seems like your companion has something to say to you!" Confined in the interrogation room, Zhang Menglong didn't resemble a prisoner but more like a boss who came for a visit.
Britos turned around to see a middle-aged man beside him, looking like he was on the verge of speaking but hesitated.
"What's the matter? Do you have something to say?" Britos asked.
"Britos," the middle-aged man leaned in to whisper, "just now, the currency markets of 13 alliance nations are in crisis. Over two trillion US dollars have poured into their currency markets, and four of them have completely collapsed in less than five minutes. The remaining nine are struggling to hold on..."
"What did you say?" Britos looked at Zhang Menglong, realizing that what he had just claimed was actually true!
"Mr. Britos, it seems you're already aware of what has happened?" Zhang Menglong said with a smile, "Sorry for the inconvenience, I've always been rather fond of life and afraid of death. Since you've gone out of your way to try and kill me, I can only be ready to respond at any time. How do you gift?"
"Hmph! Zhang Menglong, don't forget that you're still just a prisoner at the foot of the throne. You have no right to negotiate with us. Do you think with these methods you can make me release you?"
"Oh, I have no plans to leave here for the time being, do I?" Zhang Menglong casually crossed his legs.
Clearly, Britos failed to grasp the meaning of "for the time being" in what Zhang Menglong had said. He even thought that Zhang Menglong had accepted his fate and upcoming outcome.
"I'm thirsty. Get me a Frappuccino! I want vanilla flavor, a large one, and throw in a few macarons!"
"Zhang Menglong!" Britos slammed the table fiercely, "Do you think we brought you here for a meal?"
"Isn't that the case?" Zhang Menglong replied, "Give you one hour's time. I want to see the food I ordered in front of me."
"Zhang Menglong, what makes you think you have the right to negotiate with us here?" Britos said, "Do you think just with these, you can threaten us? Don't forget, our printing press prints US dollars!"
Britos said to the person beside him, "Tell the banks to allocate a sum of money for them!"
"Are you sure?" Zhang Menglong replied, "How much money do you even have available now? Fifty trillion or sixty trillion? You have more than two trillion national debt. If you continue borrowing money, do you even have funds to pay the debt?"
Zhang Menglong continued, "I've prepared a hundred quadrillion US dollars for this time, come at them with all you've got if you dare!"
"A hundred quadrillion US dollars?" Britos inhaled sharply. Whose printing press was it, America's or Zhang Menglong's? A hundred quadrillion dollars, that's close to their five years' GDP. How on earth did he accumulate that? And it's all in cash!
"Actually, there wasn't that much to begin with," Zhang Menglong said, "just that a month ago, I was given forty-five trillion for nothing, a huge windfall!"
Britos's teeth grinded with a gnashing sound. Indeed, they printed US dollars, but how could they counter such a staggering scale of funds, a hundred quadrillion US dollars? It would only end up giving more money to Zhang Menglong!
"Mr. Britos, in just the past few minutes, three more countries have collapsed, and Zhang Menglong has already made nearly 100 billion US dollars."
"Damn it!" Staring at Zhang Menglong's smug expression, Britos almost wished he could flay him alive at that moment, but Zhang Menglong couldn't be killed yet; his secrets had not been fully unearthed.
"Mr. Britos, please help us. If our currency continues to depreciate, our nation's economy will be finished!" The representatives of the 88 countries were all gathered here. They had hoped to redeem themselves today, but not only had Zhang Menglong not been sanctioned, they instead received one piece of bad news after another.
"Zhang Menglong, order your people to stop their actions, or I will make you suffer first!"
"Why so fierce?" Zhang Menglong said grievously, "If you want me to give orders, shouldn't you at least provide me with a communicator?"
"Give it to him!" Britos signaled to someone beside him with a glance.
The specialized metal door opened, and a god-level Psychic entered, handing what looked like an old-fashioned cellular phone to Zhang Menglong. On this island, communication was blocked, and connecting with the outside world required special devices.
Zhang Menglong quickly contacted Hong Yi.
"Mr. Zhang, you've managed to escape?" Hong Yi was somewhat surprised; hadn't Zhang Menglong said he wanted to play around for a bit longer?
"No, they're too welcoming to let me go," he responded.
"Really?" Hong Yi could tell from Zhang Menglong's tone that he was being sarcastic again.
"Yeah, they're going to treat me to a Frappuccino later!" Zhang Menglong said, "What's the situation with the battle now?"
"Our operators have already taken action in 28 target markets, and currently, 11 have blown up. The remaining 17 are still resisting, and we've made about 338 billion US dollars in profit so far."
"Mmm, nicely done, keep it up, there are still 60 targets!"
"Zhang Menglong!" Britos was furious, "I told your subordinates to stop, not to ask about the results of the battle!"
"Oh right, I forgot the main point," Zhang Menglong scratched his head, "Hong Yi, don't stop, increase the attack intensity. Make all those 17 markets collapse within 10 minutes!"
"Zhang Menglong! What are you doing?" Hearing Zhang Menglong's order, the representatives of the psychic organizations from those 17 countries couldn't hold back any longer.
"Didn't you tell me to stop? As soon as I blow them all up, I naturally will stop. Is there something wrong with you?"
"You... you're asking for it!" Their fingers pointed at Zhang Menglong, trembling uncontrollably, almost as if they were about to develop Parkinson's from the rage.
"I just love that look on your face, where you want to kill me but can't," Zhang Menglong continued to provoke.
"Zhang Menglong, do you really think we're being so nice to you because we're afraid of you?" Britos said, "First, break one of his legs for me."
"This..." The two psychics standing by Zhang Menglong's side looked at each other, aware that they were part of the 302 psychics who had participated in the attempt to capture Zhang Menglong. They had already seen how formidable Zhang Menglong was; he was only here because he wanted to play around. Otherwise, who could capture him?
"What are you two waiting for, is my order not effective?" Britos roared.
But the two psychics still didn't move, their gazes constantly shifting evasively.
"Hahaha, ask them, which one of them dares to touch me?"
"What's the matter with you two?"
"Mr. Britos... I... we don't dare!"
"Hahaha, see, they said they don't dare!"
"What are you afraid of? He's just a prisoner at the foot, his hands are cuffed, what can he do?" Britos was almost screaming.
"Snap!" No sooner had he finished speaking than the specially made alloy handcuffs snapped, "Haven't they told you, I wasn't captured, I came willingly?"
Britos' pupils almost visibly dilated a notch, what did this mean?
"Wait a minute!" Britos fell deep into thought.
According to the reports, Zhang Menglong had no bodyguards, and to capture him this time, they had lost more than 160 god-level psychics, with nearly everyone else injured, which indicated Zhang Menglong's tremendous strength!
If he had been captured, it must have been a fierce battle.
But Zhang Menglong didn't look at all like someone who had been through a great battle, he didn't even seem to have any injuries from the outside!
If he had no injuries, how was he captured?
"Wrong! Zhang Menglong hasn't been subdued!" Britos had never imagined that deploying 302 god-level psychics and even employing a Heavenly Origin Boundary martial artist like Zhou Boquan, they hadn't injured Zhang Menglong at all.
If he wasn't captured, then coming here of his own volition...
Zhang Menglong tossed the handcuffs aside and pointed at Britos, "You two, go break his hands for me!"