Husserl was quick to get angry.

He had no doubt that if he did not agree, the man in front of him would let himself go.

"OK... I promise you, the position of the head of the army and the president will be given to you. But please don't hurt me any more."

"Don't talk nonsense, do it now!" The man gave him a cold look and blew the sandhawk's muzzle.

Husserl had no choice but to hold his head and dial his subordinates'phones and start arranging things.

The next day, in the morning.

A press conference was held at Husserl's residence.

Not many journalists came, but it was enough...