Chapter - 3180

A moment later, the oversight advisor sighed and said, "Mr. President, we are well aware of our grave sins. We dare not hope for you to give us a chance to survive. Please, I beg you not to punish our families. As long as you agree with us, we can confess our crimes one by one."

The president then responded, “No problem. I promise you."

After that, the president asked, "Great Marshal, could you please record their statements?"

An ordinary person wouldn't be able to record the statements of the oversight advisor and the others. Only Zeke could truly hold his own in such a situation.

Zeke nodded. "No problem."

Zeke took out paper and pen, ready to jot things down. "Mr. Advisor, you go first."

The oversight advisor let out a deep sigh and said, "It's a long story. Back then-"

Upon uttering those few words, the oversight advisor suddenly froze, his mouth shut as if an immobilization skill had struck him.

Zeke suddenly looked up, his pupils constricting. "D*mn! Something's up."

He clearly noticed that, astonishingly, another shadow had split off from the oversight advisor's shadow.

The shadow swiftly detached itself from the oversight advisor's shadow, fleeing toward the outskirts.

As the shadow fled, the oversight advisor collapsed to the ground with a thud.

Without a doubt, the oversight advisor had been under the control of that shadow, just like the prime minister.

Shadows began to peel away from the other elders, one after another, fleeing toward the outskirts.

Zeke snorted coldly. "Hmph! Such a petty trick!"

Zeke didn't pursue those shadows. Mr. Hayes and Aged Ginseng, who have always been guarding the frontier, are not to be trifled with.

They would never let these shadows escape.

The president watched as the shadows escaped without a hint of panic.

He seemed certain that the shadows couldn't escape.

The president asked, "Great Marshal, are you saying that the oversight advisor and the others have been manipulated by shadows, or have they truly committed treason?"

Zeke said, "It's simple. We just need to determine whether they have become Netherworldians or not. If they've converted into Netherworldians, then they've definitely betrayed us. If they haven't converted, it's possible that their minds are simply being controlled by the shadows of Netherworld."

“That makes sense. But how do we determine if they have transformed into Netherworldians?" the president asked.

Zeke said, "By looking at their blood! If their blood clots, they're Netherworldians. If their blood flows vibrantly, they're Sun Walkers."

As he spoke, he pulled out a dagger, ready to cut the oversight advisor's veins.

It was clear that both of them were still quite nervous.

Naturally, they hoped that the blood of the oversight advisor would flow vibrantly.

With great care, Zeke severed the oversight advisor's blood vessels.

Thankfully, bright red blood started to flow out.

Zeke and the president exhaled almost simultaneously. "Thank goodness! Thank goodness!"

The president smiled contentedly, "These buddies of mine have been with me through thick and thin, fighting bravely amidst blood and chaos. I knew they would never betray me. All right. Leave this to me. You go on with your tasks."

Zeke nodded. "By the way, Mr. President, I plan to take action against the Xenos and Whittaker families next. These two families are deeply rooted in Eurasia, and any move against them will have a significant impact. So, I need an Imperial Decree to avoid unnecessary trouble."

If it were in the past, Zeke wouldn't need the head of an Imperial Decree to take action against prominent families like the Whittaker and Xenos families.

He would just kill all of them.

Even if it were to cause some turmoil, he could easily smooth it over.

However, the crux of the matter was that Netherworld's infiltration into Eurasia had become too deep. If turmoil were to arise again, Netherworld would seize the opportunity to strike. He feared it might harm the very foundation of Eurasia.

Hence, it was best to use an Imperial Decree to keep things under control. It could save him a lot of trouble and avoid many significant risks. A

Naturally, the president readily agreed, giving Zeke an Imperial Decree.

Zeke bid farewell to the president and left.

At the entrance of the president's residence, Aged Ginseng, Quinlan, Killer Wolf, and the others had already gathered, waiting for Zeke.

Zeke quickly asked, "A few shadows from the Netherworld just escaped. Did any of you manage to kill them?"