An hour later.

Coalition of Underworlds, Rome Branch.

The diplomat was a black male wearing a pair of frameless glasses, and after asking the question "are you sure?" several times, then seeing the documents presented to him, he had collapsed onto his chair as if all of the bones had suddenly been pulled out of his body.

"Are you sure they've developed a new energy resource? Are you sure this isn't all just for show? Many doubts have been raised over their new energy resource plan in the past! Are you sure this is a decision made by the Cathayan Underworld? Are you sure this is their messenger bird?"

After receiving affirmative answers to all of his questions, the diplomat dug his fingers into his own scalp as he stared at the documents in front of him with bloodshot eyes.

What was he supposed to do here?

Cases with no precedents should be approved, following which relevant laws were established, but who would dare to approve something like this?!

No one wanted to see another world war! Peaceful development was key for the entire world, and if all of these patents were approved, it would be a miracle if no world war erupted!

"Fuck!!" Several minutes later, he slammed a fist viciously down onto the table. "What the hell am I supposed to do?! Everyone, please contact the Cathayan Underworld right away and require them to provide the actual products that they're registering patents for. If they don't...