Warlords: Rising from the Northwest Border and Sweeping Across the Powers

The representatives in the conference room left one after another, and the sound of conversation gradually faded away.

Chen Tong stood by the window, slowly lighting a cigarette, his eyes fixed on Rahman who was about to leave. Just as Rahman was about to reach the door, Chen Tong suddenly spoke:

"Mr. Rahman," he said in a calm voice, "should we talk about that night?"

Rahman's footsteps suddenly stopped, his back soaked with cold sweat.

"General Chen... General Chen," he said, trying to remain calm, but his voice was obviously trembling, "I... I'm not feeling well today, I'll come back another day..."

"Right now." Chen Tong exhaled a smoke ring, but his tone left no room for doubt.

At this time, the other representatives who were about to leave also noticed the situation here. Wenang and Nguyen Van Minh stopped and looked at the scene thoughtfully. Sukarno frowned and did not leave.

Rahman's brain was working rapidly: "This is the headquarters of the Asian Alliance. Chen Tong can't possibly attack me here. As long as we can leave here, we should go to the port immediately..."

"I know what you're thinking," Chen Tong's voice interrupted his thoughts, "but do you think you can still leave?"

These words made Rahman shudder.

"General Chen," he said with all his might, "I don't understand what you mean..."

"Really?" Chen Tong walked over slowly, "Where are the two hundred militants that night now?"

This sentence was like a heavy hammer, making Rahman almost lose his balance. The atmosphere in the conference room suddenly became tense.

"What does this mean?" Wen Ang asked, frowning.

"Nothing," Chen Tong smiled, "I just wanted to catch up with Mr. Rahman."

Sukarno's eyes flickered between the two men, as if he was weighing whether or not to intervene.

Rahman was in a state of panic. He knew that all his secrets were in the hands of this terrible Chinese general.

The air in the conference room seemed to freeze, and everyone was waiting for the development of the situation.

Chen Tong's right hand gently rested on Rahman's shoulder. It seemed casual, but it made Rahman feel a bit chilly.

"Mr. Wen Ang!" Rahman suddenly struggled, "Save me! Chen Tong is here..."

But his struggle seemed so powerless under Chen Tong's hand. That seemingly thin palm was like cast iron, motionless at this moment.

"What happened that night has nothing to do with me!" Rahman's forehead was covered with cold sweat. "I know nothing! Those people were not me..."

&34；哦？&34；陈统的声音依然平静，&34；那么，你为什么知道是&39；那天晚上&39；的事？我可没说具体是哪天。&34；

Rahman was suddenly speechless and his face turned pale.

Win Aung and Nguyen Van Minh looked at each other, obviously realizing that things were not simple. Sukarno narrowed his eyes, thinking.

"General Chen," Wen Ang said cautiously, "after all, this is the Asian Alliance..."

"I know," Chen Tong smiled, but the strength in his hands did not decrease at all, "That's why I chose to do it here. Let everyone see that some people, on the surface, are dressed in suits and ties, but in fact..."

"I really don't know!" Rahman almost begged, "It was William who made me..."

He snapped his mouth shut mid-sentence, but it was too late.

There was silence in the meeting room. Everyone heard the name - the second secretary of the English Consulate in Singapore.

Chen Tong's smile deepened: "Go on, Mr. Rahman. Let everyone hear how you betrayed the Asian Alliance."

Rahman was trembling all over, he knew that he had let the cat out of the bag. And Chen Tong wanted to expose his scandal to the public in front of everyone.

The atmosphere in the conference room became increasingly tense, and everyone held their breath waiting for the truth to be revealed.

"Mr. Rahman," Wang Chengan walked out from the shadows, his voice calm and clear, "Do you want me to help you recall it?"

He opened a black notebook: "Three days ago, at the Royal Hotel in Singapore, you met with William and talked for two hours."

Rahman's face turned pale instantly.

"Two days ago, you secretly met with a group of unidentified people at the dock, and then these people boarded an English merchant ship in batches."

Wang Chengan continued: "Yesterday at 34 o'clock in the afternoon, you went to the Yinggeli Consulate and stayed for 39 minutes. In the evening, you had a secret conversation with several mysterious people in the "Golden Phoenix" Teahouse."

There was silence in the conference room.

"The most interesting thing is," Wang Chengan turned to the next page, "just this morning, you received a remittance from the Cayman Islands for half a million pounds."

Rahman's legs began to tremble.

"Do you want me to continue?" Wang Cheng'an closed his notebook, "For example, that night, how did you hand over the military camp's defense map to the militants? And how did you arrange for them to retreat?"

"This... these are all slanders!" Rahman's voice trembled, "You have no evidence!"

"No evidence?" Wang Chengan sneered and took out a stack of photos from his briefcase. "Then how do you explain these?"

Photos were placed on the conference table: scenes of Rahman's secret meeting with William, pictures of him directing at the dock, and even moments of him delivering documents.

Every photo was crystal clear and professionally angled, clearly a carefully planned surveillance operation.

Wen Ang and Ruan Wenming came forward and looked at the photos, their faces becoming increasingly ugly.

Sukarno looked at Wang Cheng'an thoughtfully - this seemingly ordinary young man who had always been with Chen Tong was obviously not simple.

Rahman was completely paralyzed under Chen Tong's control. He knew that all his actions were already under the surveillance of Chinese intelligence personnel.

"Mr. Wen Ang," Chen Tong suddenly looked at Wen Ang, his voice filled with pity, "Do you know? From the beginning to the end, Rahman has been using you."

Wen Ang was stunned: "What do you mean?"

"Your frankness, your integrity, your dissatisfaction with Yinggeli," Chen Tong said slowly, "In his eyes, these are all tools that can be used. He needs a pioneer, someone who will rush to the front for him."

Wen Ang's expression began to change.

"Who was the first to oppose China at today's meeting? Who was the most determined to withdraw from the Asian Union?" Chen Tong said meaningfully, "And these are exactly what Yingli wants to see."

Winang turned sharply to Rahman: "Is this true?"

Rahman avoided his gaze, sweat dripping down his forehead.

"What?" Sukarno suddenly strode forward, his voice filled with anger, "Rahman, was it you who attacked General Chen that day?"

There was an uproar in the conference room.

"You...how dare you..." Sukarno's voice trembled with anger, "As a representative of the Asian Union, how dare you collude with outsiders and attack the generals of friendly countries?"

Rahman almost collapsed to the ground: "Mr....Mr., I..."

"This is treason!" Sukarno snapped. "This is betrayal of the Asian Union!"

Wen Ang's face was already livid. As a soldier with an upright character, what he hated most was this kind of treacherous behavior. What made him even more angry was that he was actually used as a pawn by Rahman.

"I see," he said gritting his teeth, "No wonder you always incite me to oppose China in meetings..."

Sukarno turned to the other delegates and said, "Did you see this? This is the conspiracy of the Ingrids! They want to divide us and weaken us!"

Chen Tong remained calm, as if he had expected all this. Wang Chengan stood aside, silently recording everyone's reactions.

The atmosphere in the conference room had reached a boiling point, and everyone looked at Rahman with condemning eyes.

This pawn of England finally had its true face exposed under China's layout.