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Chapter 541 - 541 541 A Fruitful Interview

541: Chapter 541: A Fruitful Interview 541: Chapter 541: A Fruitful Interview Seeing that Kula Cha’s army had already caught up, Zhao Guang no longer continued to attack the surrounding soldiers but instead rushed straight ahead.

This time, almost no one dared to intercept him.

Seeing Zhao Guang charging over, Ya Yasu’s face turned pale, and he turned around trying to run.

Unfortunately, the speed of an ordinary person was no match for Zhao Guang’s demonstrated swiftness.

Before the enemy’s car could even start, Zhao Guang had already reached Ya Yasu, kicking the car door off its hinges.

“Wait, hold on, I am useful, don’t kill me.”

Ya Yasu quickly raised his hands and shouted loudly; Zhao Guang hesitated for a moment, as he had indeed intended to keep this man alive.

After all, keeping him would make it easier to control the region, but on second thought, Zhao Guang gave up on the idea.

Because in order to maintain the public persona he had now, he had to deal with these inhumane culprits.

Therefore, Ya Yasu couldn’t be left alive, especially not in front of numerous journalists.

Zhao Guang’s thought process was but a fleeting moment, imperceptible to those outside.

What they saw was Ya Yasu barely getting the words out when, almost simultaneously, Zhao Guang’s long knife traced an arc.

The next moment, Zhao Guang stepped back, and a head fell from Ya Yasu’s neck, blood gushing out.

Resolved and perfect, Zhao Guang turned to look back.

At this time, with their leader dead, the morale of Ya Yasu’s soldiers was gone.

However, Kula Cha had no intention of taking all these men captive; after all, there were too many, and it was dangerous to recklessly take prisoners on the battlefield.

By the time these men had almost all stopped, nearly half of them were dead.

Such significant losses meant they had completely collapsed; many would likely never be able to bear arms again.

Zhao Guang waved at Kula Cha and ran off.

The journalists behind him shouted anxiously, hoping Zhao Guang would stay; some even wanted to conduct an interview with him.

However, seeing Zhao Guang depart, the crowd turned their gaze towards Kula Cha.

This was a warlord, after all.

To interview such a person was to risk being killed, wasn’t it?

But to everyone’s surprise, Kula Cha actually gestured for them to come over.

The journalists exchanged glances and finally, one bold reporter stood up and said, “I’ll go.

Such important news has to be covered.” It was crucial to understand the relationship between the warlord and the master.

“I’ll go with you,” said another person, standing up.

And so, only these two made their way towards Kula Cha.

“Um, may we interview you?

We’d like to know some details about the master.”

Kula Cha quickly recalled his lord’s instructions, then nodded and said, “Yes, I also want to make the situation known.

That is, I have no connection whatsoever with that person.”

People were initially confused but soon understood; Kula Cha was distancing himself—an unsurprising reason to allow the interview.

After all, no real connection to the true masters had been found globally.

The so-called masters were already seen through by the truly wise as nothing more than charlatans.

Although most people chose to believe, the higher echelons could not actually put faith in those individuals.

It would be better to practice some Eastern martial arts than to trust these people.

“But, that person was clearly with you,” the reporter said boldly, seemingly unafraid of being shot on the spot, despite the sour expressions on some of the soldiers around him.

“The thing is, the master sought me out because he detested what Ya Yasu was doing.

I have never been involved in those acts, so the master wanted to leverage my troops to eliminate the opponent.”

“The master offered me one condition—that I shut down all the nefarious industries.”

The nefarious industries weren’t specified, but everyone knew what he meant.

It was surprising that this man did not engage in such activities within his own territory, causing many to view Kula Cha more favorably.

“So you’re saying that you also don’t know how to contact the master, and it was the master who came to you, right?”

Kula Cha nodded firmly, “Yes, exactly like that.

However, I suspect that if certain individuals continue those activities here, they might just attract the attention of these masters.”

People understood, and so did those watching the livestream.

They were watching those traffickers, right?

If the masters could keep an eye on them, so could they.

Meanwhile, Zhao Guang, now concealed, nodded in satisfaction.

This time, not only had he expanded the lore surrounding the masters, but he had also managed to divert much of the attention away from himself.

Even those beyond borders had limited reach.

They had been fixated on him, which would have been troublesome, but now they were starting to focus on others in Myanmar and even in neighboring countries, leaving them less time to search for him.

Moreover, this approach had another benefit—it forced those individuals to be more cautious.

At the very least, knowing they could be targeted by a master at any time, some would choose to abandon those industries.

This would reduce the pressure on the border patrol officers and lead to fewer victims.

A multitude of benefits, a very satisfactory outcome.

Zhao Guang didn’t linger there any longer and instead went on his way.

As for the journalists, let Kula Cha deal with them.

After all, Kula Cha might need to interact with them often in the future; gaining some experience would be good for him.

With their interviews, a large amount of information quickly spread.

With various forces actively gathering intelligence, there was no need for them to release the information themselves; it reached across the globe in a very short period of time, becoming common knowledge.

Through the internet, Zhao Guang quickly noticed a substantial amount of attention focusing on him.

Although some were watching Kula Cha, the numbers were not substantial.

As someone who had cooperated with a master, Kula Cha was naturally under surveillance.

Still, the majority of the attention was directed at those involved in shady dealings nearby.

Focusing on them raised the possibility of witnessing a master’s appearance.

Meanwhile, the unaware warlords and businessmen unknowingly had become the subjects of this surveillance.

Some were even secretly pleased by a sudden increase in orders.

It wasn’t until the evening that Kula Cha finally returned home.

At this time, representatives of the Alliance had already arrived.

Of course, these representatives were not chosen at random; they were individuals who had signed contracts at the beginning.