In the Foreign Secretary's office, the Foreign Secretary stood up and walked to the liquor cabinet, asking the Minister of Justice sitting on the sofa, "Sherry?"

"Thank you." The Minister of Justice replied helplessly. Taking the glass handed by the Foreign Secretary, the Minister of Justice placed it on the table in front of him and asked, "I heard that the Foreign Office tried to stop people from the legal circle from participating in the trial."

"Yes. But obviously, we failed." The Foreign Secretary took a sip and explained slightly, "I mean, in the past month, the War Office obviously failed to turn the tide of the war."

The Minister of Justice nodded slightly. If the Army could advance the front line northward by 100 kilometers in the past month, this matter might be resolved. The ANZAC Corps set off from Yangon. The supreme commander in Yangon was a British general, and it was impossible to allow the ANZAC Corps to conduct massacres openly in Yangon.

The ANZAC Corps' massacre began 50 kilometers away from Yangon. According to news revealed by the British Foreign Office from Chinese newspapers, the massacres were distributed in the range of 50-100 kilometers outside Yangon. In the past month, the British army tried to counterattack and regain these areas. But they all failed shamefully.

Just imagine, if these areas could be recaptured, personnel conducting on-site investigations of criminal acts would have to enter British-controlled areas, which would give Britain a lot of room for manipulation. Moreover, Britain would also prove to the world that the British Empire is still the world hegemon, not the 'paper tiger' mentioned by He Rui in the editorial.

The two British cabinet ministers sipped sherry in silence. The Foreign Secretary broke the silence first, "What on earth do those legal experts think? Do they want to participate in the trial of the ANZAC Corps so much?"

The Minister of Justice shook his head. "Participating in the trial of the ANZAC Corps is a regret for them. But doing nothing and simply watching the ANZAC Corps being tried by other countries is a humiliation. Britain's legal system is case law. Once this trial ends, the established legal provisions and various interpretations of legal provisions are very likely to be used in the future. The British judicial circle cannot lose its right to speak."

After speaking, the Minister of Justice looked at the Foreign Secretary, waiting for his reply while also worrying whether the Foreign Secretary had enough legal knowledge to correctly understand this passage.

The Foreign Secretary responded quickly, "The Foreign Office is not worried that this incident will lead to closer relations between countries and China. This is impossible. However, this is the status quo Britain faces today. As long as there is the slightest opportunity, other countries will swarm up. Especially when Britain does not show military advantage."

The Minister of Justice couldn't help sighing softly, "Alas... I see that the British public is very emotional now."

The Foreign Secretary thought for a moment and finally decided to say something, "Mr. Lampson and the earlier Mr. Jordan wrote in their reports that He Rui told them both that only when Britain loses 500,000 young white lives will the British government and the British House of Commons not be coerced by public opinion. Only then can peace come."

The Minister of Justice initially thought these words were calm and rational, but a moment later he realized the chilling killing intent within. Britain in November was not warm, and at this time the Foreign Secretary's fireplace was not lit, so the Minister of Justice shivered twice in succession.

Hearing such a thing for the first time made the Minister of Justice feel a fear of He Rui. He Rui's terrifying nature was not only because he had excellent military ability, but his insight into political changes was as excellent as his military ability.

According to the experience of the European War, when Britain lost more than 500,000 people in battle, it tried very seriously to make peace with Germany. If the Allied Powers and the Central Powers hadn't lost their heads at that time, the war should have ended in 1916. However, from all angles, He Rui was not a mentally ill ruler of the Central Powers. If Britain was willing to make peace, He Rui would agree.

According to this deduction, there was no need to worry about the war fighting to an unmanageable level. But the Minister of Justice not only did not feel relaxed but felt more uneasy. If He Rui could achieve his goals so simply and easily every time, what about ten years later? What about twenty years later?

He Rui was only 35 years old now. Given He Rui's current status, he was unreasonably young. Twenty years later, He Rui would be 55, the golden age of a politician. What changes would happen then?

However, this thought did not last long. The Minister of Justice soon thought that if this war failed, Prime Minister Baldwin's cabinet would be finished. He might not even survive the next two years; thinking about things twenty years later was really looking for trouble.

The Minister of Justice drank the wine in one gulp and said to the Foreign Secretary, "Does the Foreign Office still want to oppose our people participating?"

The Foreign Secretary shook his head. "We are no longer considering stopping this matter; I actually hope He Rui will stop it."

The Minister of Justice stood up. "Thank you for your wine; next time at my place, it's on me."

After the British upper echelon made a decision, the subsequent progress was very fast. The British Bar Association sent a telegram to the Republic government, stating that the British judicial circle would accept the invitation to participate in the Asian International Tribunal.

The Foreign Secretary had been paying attention to this matter. After seeing the reply from the Republic, his eyes couldn't help widening.

'...The Organizing Committee of the Asian International Tribunal agrees to the accession of the British judicial circle. However, the Chinese government is very puzzled by certain traditions adhered to by the British judicial circle. In the eyes of the British, African chiefs are representatives of backward civilizations. However, the wigs on the heads of British judicial figures are really no different from the feather headdresses on the heads of tribal chiefs. If a comparison must be made, the chief's feather headdress represents the magnificence of bravery, while the wig of the British judicial circle is flattery and imitation of the aristocratic system.

The Asian International Tribunal adopts a committee recommendation system in the selection of judges, which is a behavior based on professionalism. The logic of bloodline theory contained in wigs conflicts with the method of asking only about profession, not origin.

We will still respect the traditions of British colleagues and will not stop their attire. However, the Chinese side still expects British colleagues to avoid highlighting images related to bloodline theory as much as possible in the international tribunal, so as to express Britain's attitude of pursuing equality and progress to the judicial circles of countries around the world.

The concept of the Asian International Tribunal is based on civilization, justice, and fairness, symbolizing the progress of mankind...'

For a moment, the Foreign Secretary was a bit unsure whether such a statement counted as deliberately setting obstacles. If so, that would be great. If the Foreign Secretary brought his diplomatic experience into it, he could only feel the contempt contained therein. If it were between countries, this action would very likely trigger a war.

Thinking of war, the Foreign Secretary sighed helplessly. War did not need to be triggered; it was ongoing. The British army was still at a disadvantage, while the British judicial circle had to participate in the great trial of the ANZAC Corps. Britain was fighting China on two fronts, law and war, and at this time, the dawn of victory could not be seen yet.

All content from the Chinese side was public. The British press soon published this news criticizing the wigs of British judges and lawyers in newspapers, triggering the anger of the British public. Seeing this news, the Minister of the Interior and the Minister of War were actually very happy in their hearts. Under such an atmosphere, the difficulty of conscription would be reduced. More young British people would become soldiers and go to India to fight the Chinese army.

While the British public felt angry at China, through the propaganda of the American press, the anger of Americans was also aroused. Especially the Chinese side's comment that the United States is a country with 'a cultural tradition of racial discrimination and genocide' angered Americans even more.

Since the Chinese government mentioned that a racial massacre broke out in the Greenwood District where blacks lived in Tulsa, Oklahoma, many American people believed this was a shameless lie. Smith, a student at Columbia University in New York, firmly believed so.

In a tavern, Smith talked with several fellow Columbia University students about his wish to go to Oklahoma to investigate in person. The eyes of several other students lit up, "Smith, let's go together!"

Having classmates together was of course a good thing. Smith immediately discussed the itinerary with his companions.

Three days later, the group boarded a train to Oklahoma. Oklahoma is a state in the south-central United States, bordered by Missouri and Arkansas to the east, New Mexico and Texas to the west, separated from Texas by the Red River to the south, and bordered by Colorado and Kansas to the north. It is 2,000 kilometers from New York to Oklahoma City, the capital of Oklahoma. The young people knew this was a long journey.

For fully five days, everyone swayed on the train. On the evening of the fifth day, they finally arrived in Oklahoma City. Just after getting off the train, they saw the state's National Guard patrolling outside the train station, and there were also some people at the exit who looked fierce interrogating passengers.

Hearing the accents of the group, the interrogators shouted with a Southern accent, "This is Oklahoma; you Yankees better roll back to your New York."

Smith was American and naturally knew some situations in the United States. Although the KKK in the South had committed atrocities in recent years, the victims were often a few individuals. So seeing China slandering the United States for engaging in a massacre in 1921 really made Smith angry. Just to confirm that there was no massacre, Smith and his classmates traveled thousands of miles from New York to here.

So even if treated so fiercely by the local National Guard, Smith still tried to communicate, "I came here to prove that no massacre happened locally."

Hearing this, the faces of the National Guard personnel changed immediately. They shouted immediately, "Boy, come with us."

Smith felt danger from these Southerners and instinctively backed away. However, the National Guard rushed up directly, trying to control Smith and the others. While resisting, they shouted for help. Seeing this situation, the people in the train station not only didn't step forward to help but hid far away, fearing being implicated.

Several people were pinned to the ground, and the National Guard had already taken out ropes preparing to tie people up. At this time, someone walked to the side and said, "Leave them to me."

Hearing the voice, Smith hurriedly looked up and saw a man in a police uniform, with a silver police badge shining on his chest; he was actually a senior officer of the police station.

Not long after, Smith and others, whose hands were firmly tied, were strung together by a rope. The rope was tied around their necks so they couldn't escape. The front end of the rope was tied behind the Sheriff's saddle. Smith and the others' luggage had been taken away by the National Guard. They walked through the streets of this slave state of 50 years ago like a string of slaves.

Passers-by pointed and stared, making Smith feel as if he had really done something wrong.

Under this humiliating traction, Smith and the others arrived at the door of the police station. The Sheriff didn't untie them but dismounted and led them into a room next to the police station. This room was full of injured people; some were beaten, some had gunshot wounds. All lay groaning on wooden beds with only wooden boards. What made Smith and the others feel fortunate was that there were nurses taking care of these people in the room.

Seeing the Sheriff, the nurse hurried forward to greet him. The Sheriff looked majestic and asked the nurse to continue working. When the nurse turned around, the Sheriff reached out and slapped the nurse's buttock, causing the nurse to exclaim. Afterwards, Smith and the others were led by the Sheriff out of another door of the room, and then entered the police station.

Police officers came forward and locked Smith and the others in the cell behind the police station. Not long after, the Sheriff appeared outside the cage with a cigarette dangling from his mouth. He pulled a stool and sat opposite the cage, looking at Smith and the others who could only sit on the ground because there were no stools in the cage.

Smith and the others regretted it immensely at this time. They never expected that as the same United States, the Southern states were so barbaric. But having fallen into someone else's hands, Smith didn't dare to say anything more, fearing to anger the Sheriff.

The Sheriff took a few more puffs of smoke before speaking, "Did you see the people in that room?"

"Yes."

"Do you know why they were injured?"

"...Did you beat them?" Smith couldn't help asking.

"Fuck you!" the Sheriff cursed, "I saved them, brought them back from that son of a bitch Tulsa town."

Speaking of this, the Sheriff was angry. "You Yankees always fucking think you are noble and righteous. You did it once decades ago; now do you want to continue causing us trouble? If you want to die, isn't it better to commit suicide directly at home? You insist on coming here to cause us trouble!"

At this time, Smith felt that his judgment on the massacre might be wrong, but he still held a shred of hope, so he asked, "Mr. Sheriff, we came here to prove that the massacre did not happen, not to cause trouble. May I ask, did the massacre really not happen?"

The Sheriff's face darkened completely. He continued smoking, looking at Smith like looking at a fool. After finishing the cigarette, the Sheriff flicked the cigarette butt directly at Smith and the others. The burning end scalded one of Smith's companions, making him cry out.

The Sheriff stood up and said mockingly, "You guys stay here until you rot." After speaking, he turned to shout at the police officer, "Jim, pour a bucket of water on them, let them sober up."

After speaking, he turned and left. Soon, a police officer with buckteeth walked over carrying a bucket of water. Because of the mockery on his face, he looked particularly evil. This police officer named Jim looked at the group for a while and laughed, "Hey, little masters, give me ten dollars, and I can send a telegram to your family telling them you are here."

Smith and the others were mixed with surprise and joy, but when they were caught by the National Guard, their luggage was snatched, and their wallets were also stolen. Where was the money on them now?

Fortunately, one companion was relatively cautious. He fumbled in his underwear for a while and took out a small roll of money. Pulling James [Jim] and the others over, he whispered, "Is this person credible?"

Everyone only had this little money left, and really dared not take risks. However, the police officer named Jim looked very patient. He just watched the few people with a mocking smile, baring his buckteeth. He didn't urge, nor did he mean to leave.

Smith and the others discussed for a moment, not knowing when the Sheriff would let them go. Finally, they had to bargain with Jim. This communication highlighted Jim's value instead. He stated: errand fee 10 dollars, telegram fee 10 dollars, actually 20 dollars.

Smith's family was not without money. He asked for the companion's money, first took out a 20-dollar bill and waved it in his hand. Officer Jim was finally moved, and Smith asked, "I also want to know one thing; please tell me as well."

"10 dollars." Officer Jim insisted on his principle.

"Did the massacre happen?"

"Hehe, little master, with this time, you might as well give me your home address." Officer Jim mocked.

"It is impossible for us to investigate this matter, so we want to hear what happened."

Officer Jim didn't answer, just reached out his hand. Smith hardened his heart, took out the small notebook that hadn't been snatched away, and began to write his address on it. After writing, he helplessly handed the address and 20 dollars to Officer Jim.

Officer Jim flicked the 20 dollars, hearing the crisp sound of the paper, he couldn't help laughing again, revealing his buckteeth.

Just when Smith thought Officer Jim would swagger away, he heard him say, "I don't know what happened either. However, little master, it's better not to believe what the government writes in the newspapers." After speaking, Officer Jim left leisurely, leaving a group of dumbfounded silly kids in the cage.

On the morning of the third day, Smith and the others, who were almost starved to death in the cage, finally waited for their savior. It was Smith's father's business partner in Texas. He came to pay the bail and rescued Smith and the others. Afterwards, he arranged a train for them, telling them to hurry back to New York and never come to a place like Oklahoma again unless they had nothing better to do.

Before the train departed, Smith bought a newspaper from a newsboy selling food and newspapers outside the window. On the first page, the Oklahoma state government officially refuted the rumor, 'A conflict did occur, but the death toll was only 3.'

Thinking of Officer Jim's sentence 'It's better not to believe what the government writes in the newspapers,' Smith felt a cracking sensation in his chest. So the massacre was real!

After returning to New York with great difficulty, Smith saw an interview published in the New York Times in the following days. After all, they were reporters from a major newspaper; their means were unknown times stronger than young people like Smith. They found several black people who had fled from the local area. Those black people told the truth about the cruel massacre. As the Chinese side said, thousands of white mobs attacked the black community and destroyed it completely. Hundreds were killed, and the surviving black people fled everywhere.

After reading the report, Smith didn't feel much excitement. After experiencing the reality of the United States personally, there was nothing more to be disillusioned about. When Smith went to eat, he saw his father put a copy of the New York Times aside and looked over with a somewhat sympathetic look.

Smith sat down at the table and said calmly, "Father, I will graduate next year. I want to go to China after graduation."