The Dashun visiting team returned to the delegation's residence shortly after.

After getting off the car, Captain Xie told Chen Chuan: "Director Chen, I have two consecutive games today, and I guess there will be a lot of money. Let's take a good rest. I will deal with the impact outside and some follow-up matters."

Chen Chuan said hello. After Xie said, he separated from Captain Xie and others and returned to his residence.

He went to wash up first, and after walking back, he picked up the Xue Jun knife and pulled it out, took a piece of cloth and wiped it slowly.

By the way, he reviewed the battle and examined what other parts he had defects.

This time, he did not use the spiritual image at all, just like last time. One reason was that he was not going to use it, so as not to get more data by Alula.

Another thing, just like he fought with the Dongxuanguan fighter for the first time, he had no chance to use the spiritual image, because the movement and fighting speed of both sides were too fast, and the spiritual image could not keep up with this speed.

This is actually very normal. The spiritual form was originally used to help practice, fighting is second-hand, and the special appearance is even more so.

However, it may not be necessary to say that the spiritual plane cannot join this kind of battle at all. Just like the non-body flow that I have been exposed to before, it is a solution. However, strictly speaking, this is a set of skills developed by Cui Xuanhui based on his own characteristics. It is not applicable to others. In this regard, he has actually had a certain idea, but he is not yet mature.

Then there are two problems he needs to solve next. One is to master a method of killing one-hit as soon as possible, and the other is how to use the spiritual figure reasonably and integrate it into high-level battles.

Perhaps these will not be a problem after reaching Dongxuan Temple, but he may face the complete Dongxuan Temple fighter in the future. If this is true, this matter will seem to be more important.

He placed the already polished Xuejun sword in front of him, and the mirror-like blade clearly illuminated his eyebrows. The sharp weapon had to be wiped from time to time, and it was enough to be sharp when it was killed.

In the federal government and the staff office of the ruling department, Cassian and Olin finally waited for the telegram from the West Bank.

Cassian took the telegram from his servant and looked at it for a while. He loosened his bow tie and said nothing,

He handed it to Olin on the side, who took it, glanced a few times, and looked in his eyes.

"Wow, this Mr. Chen gave us a surprise, um, or——————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————

He suddenly sighed, "The good news is that I prepared two plans and it is true that the bad news is that I am more attentive."

Cassian joked: "The West Bank MPs should have a headache than you. I think they must be putting out fires everywhere now and try to make up for the adverse public opinion and public doubts caused by this battle."

Olin said, "This Mr. Crosal is in the ruling hall now?" He said, "Then we need to see his subsequent reaction. I hope he won't cause trouble for us."

"Um."

Cassian's expression became serious. The fighter's temper was diverse. If he was overly stimulated, it was difficult to guarantee that this person would not have any extreme ideas, especially the throne fighter, who did not want to try the destructiveness.

"It seems we have to pay attention to it, not to cause diplomatic incidents, at least we have to make a plan."

Olin said helplessly: "My good sir, it seems that I can't go back to accompany my dear Mia tonight.

"

Cassian smiled and said, "You can send it to me."

"Okay, remember it likes to eat canned dog food from Anruolin."

On the west side of the Orellian Palace, in the West Bank Party’s Independence Affairs Office Building, Crosal stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass window, looking at the hazy sky, with a gloomy look in his eyes.

This time, not only was he unable to win Chen Chuan, but he was directly defeated. Although it was not himself, but only part of his limbs, but being defeated so openly is something that has basically never happened before.

For a throne fighter, it is enough to be called a shame.

From time to time, communication requests and voice messages were jumped out from the light curtain in front of him.

This has been the case since half an hour ago.

He raised his hand expressionlessly, clicked, and blocked all of them.

At this time, there was a knock on the door outside, pretending to be calm: "Mr. Crosal, telegram."

"Take it in."

The attendant turned the door open, looked at his expression first, and then walked in carefully.

Seeing that Crosal was standing there without saying anything, he put down the telegram, then looked back at him, perhaps because of some nervousness. When he left, he accidentally bumped into the corner of the table, causing the teacup on the table to shake, and the undrinkable tea suddenly overflowed part of it outside.

He was suddenly panicked and quickly apologized: "Sir, I'm sorry, I'm very sorry, I'll handle it immediately.

Krosal turned his head and said coldly: "Go out."

"Yes, yes——." The attendant Ru Meng was rescued and quickly retreated and then brought him to the door.

Crosal stood for a while, then turned around with a cold face, picked up the telegram and looked at it.

There were two telegrams in total, one of which was asked by the West Bank MPs to ask him for convenient words and he needed to attend a meeting of the ruling hall together.

Another one was sent to him by a throne fighter on the east coast, saying that he was invited to attend an internal tea party.

Although the words seem ordinary, he always feels full of sarcasm.

His hands didn't move, and his spiritual fire flashed. The telegram turned into ashes when it was mist. He pushed the door and walked out.

The guards in the aisle quickly saluted and walked to the hall. The passing staff and staff stopped and smiled and greeted him.

But he felt that although these expressions looked the same as before, there was a hint of subtleness in his eyes.

Until he walked into the special car, he looked at the hall where a pair of male and female staff were saying something excited, but his eyes were still turned to him from time to time, but he quickly took them back.

"Sir, where are you going?" the driver in front asked.

"The Governor's Hall," Crosal said.

The car started slowly, and after a while, a prompt sound came from the cochlear bug. He answered the message and a sound came from inside.

"Mr. Crosal, we will do our best to suppress this matter. At least in the newspapers and press releases in the West Bank, there will be no more news. But it is difficult for us to control the East Bank and we are trying our best to negotiate.

As for Dashun, our influence is relatively limited, and we can only use some good companies and media indirect public relations. What exactly can't be guaranteed?"

Krosal said coldly: "You don't have to worry about Dashun, and try to suppress the news here on the east bank."

"Okay, let's do our best," the voice hesitated a little. "Sir, maybe we can raise less sharp topics in the later meeting. Of course, this is just our suggestion."

Krosal did not answer, but just turned off the communication coldly.

The driver noticed something, and he said no, and kept silent and drove towards the Orellian Palace.

Here at the First Visiting Group of Dashun, Jiang Hongzhi and two deputy commanders had read the telegram sent by Commander Xie.

They did not rush to do anything. They called the Federal Constitution and communicated with them, and readily agreed not to publish any news before the federal media.

They did not make any demands on this matter. They should be tough when they are tough, and they will also cooperate when they should cooperate. They won this matter. As the winner of this matter, they can be more tolerant.

Jiang Xianzhi asked his assistant to send a telegram to the second visiting delegation to congratulate him, and then said, "Director Chen did a good job in this matter, won us honors, safeguarded the dignity of Dashun and his personal life, and gave us more initiative."

Chu Zhixian didn't speak aside. The winner was not criticized. He could express some different opinions before the duel, but since the matter was settled and everyone enjoyed the benefits of this matter, he certainly would not say anything more.

Jiang Kuozhi told Tu Haisheng: "Most of the mission of the Second Regiment have been completed, and according to the original plan,

We will come to meet us soon. Deputy Head Tu, please make arrangements in advance."

Tu Haisheng agreed.

Jiang Hongzhi said to Chu Zhixian again: "Deputy Commander Chu, please accompany me for the afternoon meeting."

Chu Zhi owed his lower body first, "Okay leader."

Via Central City, the day after the battle ended.

Commander Xie invited Chen Chuan to his place. After sitting down, he poured him a cup of tea and said, "Director Chen, the mission of the visiting delegation on the West Coast of the Federation has almost been completed, which is better than we imagined.

This time, Director Chen mainly cooperated. If it weren't for Director Chen, things wouldn't have been so smooth.

And in the Tavatinians, due to the power shown by Director Chen, those people should not cause trouble for us in the near future.”

He smiled and said, "A lot of things were arranged yesterday, much smoother than before."

Rosad's defeat and Crosal's subsequent defeat hit Yutavatinian immigrants and their upper classes very heavily. After the news came out yesterday, it was quite quiet.

Chen Chuan was very clear that this was only temporary. Afterwards, these people would find countless excuses to find reasons for this defeat. They could not admit defeat, because it was equivalent to completely denying themselves. Unless Dashun completely stepped on their heads like the Federation.

But these have nothing to do with him, and he has no intention of paying attention to what these people would think.

Commander Xie said: "Our mission is over, so it's almost time for us to go to the East Coast."

Chen Chuan was prepared for this, and he asked, "When will we set off?"

Leader Xie said: "If Director Chen has nothing to do, then how about the itinerary in two days?"
Chapter completed!