Floating Island - Triple S Talent

"I want to ask for the last time, does anyone here know where the president is!?" the stout middle-aged man asked in a deep voice.

Silence...

No one dared to speak at this moment; everyone exchanged glances, hoping someone would say something.

"Mr. Arok, I suspect that Commander Bowo has ties with the president," a young man said firmly, standing up and directly pointing at a sturdy middle-aged man on the opposite side of the table.

The man had a rough face with a sharp gaze. The four-star emblem on his shoulder indicated the high military rank he held in the previous government. The man in military uniform then looked at the young man who had just accused him.

"Watch your mouth, little man. You accuse someone without evidence," the man in military uniform said in a condescending tone.

"Yes, Mamun, you shouldn't accuse people recklessly like that. Don't tell me you're the one with ties to the president," another person added.

"Yeah, that's right."

Hearing the supportive remarks for the man in military uniform, the young man named Mamun became a bit angry. He glared at them all as if he had been humiliated by thousands of people for years.

"Why are you accusing me? I have evidence here," the young man said, pulling out a folder with several sheets of paper. He opened the papers and showed them to everyone in the room.

"Pay attention... do you recognize the names on these papers?" the young man asked harshly, his voice full of anger.

"All the names listed here are young soldiers who have completed their national military training," the young man explained passionately.

"But after they graduated and were declared soldiers, they suddenly disappeared, their whereabouts unknown the following week," he continued.

"I'm certain that if you dig deeper, you'll find that the mastermind behind all of this is General Bowo."

The young man threw all the papers into the air, then turned away from his seat.

"Wait, Mamun, you can't leave this room," Mr. Arok said calmly but with a certain dominance.

Hearing Mr. Arok's voice, the young man suppressed his anger and returned to his seat.

"Mamun, what you said is indeed true, but why is this small matter blamed on General Bowo?" an elderly man in military uniform spoke loudly from the end of the table.

"As far as I remember, the people listed on those papers were young soldiers who participated in a combat training mission outside the island a few days ago, and the person leading it was not General Bowo directly," another person questioned Mamun's claim.

"I also saw the report; the leader was Captain Rahul," an elderly man added.

The debate continued, with almost everyone siding against Mamun.

"Everyone, calm down. There's no need for all this arguing," Arok, who was leading the meeting, spoke up.

He then looked at everyone, waiting to see if anyone else wanted to speak.

"Mr. Arok, I think Mamun's words hold some truth."

At this moment, an older woman spoke up. The woman had short brown hair and was wearing a white suit. The glasses on her face made her look like a researcher.

"You all must be aware that there are blood races out there. And in my opinion, the recent disappearances are connected," the woman explained.

"General Bowo may not have directly led the team, but who knows? With his power, what can't he do?"

"My suggestion is that everyone in this room should drink purification water."

The woman finished her explanation and waited for everyone's response. She had not spoken earlier because she wanted to assess the situation first.

"That makes sense, but purification water is quite expensive."

"I have no problem drinking purification water, but wouldn't it be too wasteful if we all drank it?"

"Purification water is very expensive, costing 100,000 energy crystals per bottle, and that's for the lowest grade," a bald man said.

Everyone showed positive responses; no one objected. Mamun also felt pleased and occasionally glanced at General Bowo to observe his reaction.

"Don't worry, I have plenty here," Mrs. Wati said, taking out many bottles from her storage bag. More than 20 blue bottles appeared on the table, each one emanating a sacred aura.

"Mrs. Wati, where did you get these bottles?"

Commander Bowo, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke up. He looked at Mrs. Wati with a sharp gaze, sensing that the woman before him had carefully planned everything.

Hearing General Bowo, Mrs. Wati just smiled warmly. Neither frightened nor arrogant, she was very calm. She distributed the bottles to everyone in the room.

"Wow... it seems this is high-grade purification water. Its effects are very potent, capable of curing fatal diseases," a middle-aged man said, looking at the blue bottle in front of him with admiration.

"Indeed, high-grade purification water. Thank you, Mrs. Wati."

"Thank you, Mrs. Wati."

(Purification Water): Drops of water from the sacred tree of the Goddess of Light, healing mental health and repairing physical body damage.

*Individuals with demon blood will experience fatal effects.*

"Hahaha... Mrs. Wati, are you sure you want to do this?"

Commander Bowo looked at the bottle in front of him with a crooked smile. Reading the last warning from the system made his face tighten even more.

From the end of the table, Mr. Arok observed General Bowo's actions. He felt that the man had some issue with drinking the purification water.

Boom...

Bang...

Sure enough, a sudden loud explosion was heard. From outside the building, the area shield of the building was seen rippling.

At this moment, hundreds of cannonballs were crazily bombarding the White Building. It wasn't just cannon fire; black lightning also struck continuously.

"Help... The building is collapsing..."

"Run... Cannon fire..."

Chaos quickly spread; all the buildings around the White Building were destroyed one by one. People in the streets screamed in panic and ran. Some who had abilities ran quickly and managed to escape.