Governor Smith of World Crown stood rigid, feeling an intense humiliation, but he dared not show any sign of displeasure.
He knew Hope Island's words weren't empty threats. They truly possessed that power; Hope Island's influence now surpassed even that of the former British Island.
They didn't even need to mobilize the Navy. A single word from them could sever all of World Crown's trade with other islands. An island without trade was essentially a dead island.
"Did I... say... you could... leave?" a voice suddenly rang out, making Smith freeze.
Having already yielded once, he saw no harm in doing so again. He squeezed his eyes shut then quickly reopened them, forcing a smile onto his face—the enthusiastic Governor of World Crown was back.
"Whatever you need, just give the order. As a fellow island in the North Sea Domain, we are at your disposal." Facing Alya's communication device, he bowed his head very low in a display of utmost humility.
