Late into the night, Kurt arrived in Catellon.

Upon reaching the hotel and spotting Eric, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Mr. Johnson!" But he was still shaken. "I almost died on the way here!"

Kurt trembled. He knew coming here meant risking his life, but staying away was no guarantee of safety either. In such a dilemma, he had to seize whatever chance he had.

"There were gunshots fired at me when I got off the plane, blatantly open! And my phone, it's filled with death threats!" Kurt exclaimed.

Eric chuckled. "Is that supposed to scare you? You've barely even arrived. But I'm curious, you fear for your life in Catellon, yet in our territory, you seemed fearless?"

He was questioning Kurt's integrity. Catellon was just a small country, even as an affiliate of Faustaria, could it compare to the other superpowers?

Taking a deep breath, Kurt replied, "Mr. Johnson, haven't you always been accommodating?"

Eric sneered. "What kind of logic is that? Being accommodating means in