The entrance of a Hua Xia Hotel was heavily guarded. There were about fifty armed soldiers guarding all the exits, and two tanks were guarding the gate.
This hotel suspended all operations two days ago and only serves one Chinese person.
This person is none other than Lord Pluto, who soared across the sky a few days ago and could overthrow a country’s regime with a single hand.
These days, media from all over the world have been waiting in front of the door hoping to take a picture of Pluto.
Some people even want to sneak into the hotel at all costs for the sake of huge sums of money.
Unfortunately, they all ended in failure.
Inside the chief's residence, Wen Min stood in front of the mirror and carefully straightened his clothes. He knew very well how terrifying this big shot was, and he rehearsed over and over in his mind what he would say when he met this big shot later.
These are the words I have carefully considered and thought over. As the leader of a country, I have to be so cautious. I am afraid no one will believe me if I say them out.
"Report, someone is requesting an audience."
"No!" Wen Min waved his hand impatiently. You know, in five minutes he would go before Pluto to discuss peace matters. During this period of time, he had no intention of dealing with other government affairs.
The entire country is in the hands of such a person. If he declares that he wants to be the ruler of a country, he doesn't even need to use force, because now the 100,000 soldiers of Myanmar are all subservient to this Hades.
"But, Mr. Prime Minister, the person who is visiting is the prince of the United Arab Emirates and the daughter of Russia's largest arms dealer. Are you sure you don't want to meet them?"
"What?" Wen Min was stunned when he heard this. As a small country, they naturally did not dare to neglect such a person and decided to take two minutes to entertain him.
Soon, Wen Min personally met the two distinguished guests at the gate of the chief's mansion.
The prince of the United Arab Emirates knew that Wen Min had been busy with official duties recently, so he said directly: "Hello, Mr. Prime Minister, my trip only represents my personal actions and has nothing to do with the entire United Arab Emirates. I just want to go with Mr. Prime Minister to meet His Excellency Pluto. I am a fan of Mr. Pluto."
"This..." Wen Min felt embarrassed. Who is the King of Hell? How could he meet him whenever he wanted? What if the King of Hell was unhappy and he could turn him into a meat pie with a slap
"If you are in a difficult situation, Mr. Leader, let me tell you something. I have had contact with His Majesty Pluto before, and even stayed with him for two months." Natasha said with a gentle smile.
Hearing this, Wen Min looked skeptical.
"These are some photos I took on the street. Please take a look at them yourself. If Mr. Leader agrees, I will be willing to say a few good words to Mr. Pluto later."
After seeing the photo, Wen Min was sure that the Russian girl in front of him was actually Pluto's friend, so he gladly accepted it.
Soon, a huge convoy appeared on the street, heading to the Huaxia Hotel.
Then they came to Lin Yi's temporary room, the only chief suite in the entire hotel.
Hundreds of Burmese officials stood in front of the door, lined up respectfully with their heads hung. Even the waiters passing by looked more arrogant than them.
The diplomat knocked on the door respectfully, then went in, and hurried out a minute later.
"What's going on? Can we go in?" Wen Min asked quickly.
The diplomat sighed and spread his hands, looking at the prince and Natasha in surprise, then said, "His Majesty Pluto said to let them in. We will wait."
"Are you willing to see us?" Natasha's girlish heart skipped a beat with excitement.