What should we do?

These were the words that were now echoing endlessly in Rumyantsev’s mind.

Nothing could have prepared him for this news.

He didn’t want to get flustered, but there was simply no reasonable response to be had to something like that. It was something that completely blew his mind. Then, just as he was scrambling to piece his mind back together, Zhong Kui promptly fired the second salvo with the appearance of the dagger.

His heart toiled with intense rage. The humiliation was no different to the kind faced when one discovers one of their long-lost treasures of their own heritage being sold on the auction house of another nation. It was indescribable.

This meagre Judge… Rumyantsev gnashed his teeth and tightened his fists. Oh, how he wished he could just tear the Judge apart to shreds right now. Unfortunately… he didn’t dare.

The dagger was clearly a warning, but also a way out. The message was clear - If I can do it once, I can most certainly do it again. I am still your father, regardless of who the presiding King Yanluo of Hell may be.

After drawing several deep breaths, he presented a stiff smile and respectfully took the dagger in both hands and held it close to his chest, “Thank you.”

These words were no different from delivering a slap to his own face. The four other diplomatic officers around him were flushed with fury, but they knew better than to speak out of turn.

“Sit down.” Swallowing their humiliation and embarrassment, Rumyantsev directed the rest of...