This game is too real.

Chapter 767

Before coming to Port Kingaron, Suni always believed that the residents here were conservative, feudal and even stubborn.

Just like those believers in Luoxia Province who believe in the spirit of the sand sea, they will always carry a handful of rusty sand in their pockets.

The thieves never dared to cut the pockets of these guys. After all, even if the guys lost money, they would only call the police, but if they got rid of the sand in their pockets, they would really dare to kill people.

In order not to offend the local people, and also to avoid being beaten to death by the other family members when he was picking up girls, he carefully consulted the girls of the Moon tribe who worked in the Yiren Bar in Chip Harbor when he was still in the southern sea area, and carefully considered the religion of Borneo Province. , taboos and customs, etc., are even written in the brochures that you carry with you, which can be said to be a sufficient strategy.

However, when he actually arrived at Kingaron Port, he found that what he heard with his ears was completely different from what he saw with his eyes.

There are not so many detours and taboos here at all.

The local people's conservatism is only aimed at themselves, not only not conservative to outsiders like him, but even more open than he imagined.

There are bars in Chip Harbor, and there are also roundabouts, but no one has ever drunk enough to drink a sip of beer before lying drunk on his arms and blowing into his ears.

By the way, are the people here drinking so badly? !
If he hadn't brought a mirror with him, he couldn't help suspecting that he was actually a handsome scum, but because the roundabout was too small and no one noticed, his gang of cronies deliberately suppressed him.

Although he enjoyed it quite a bit at first, he felt tired after doing too many times.

Compared with the most primitive Yu Wang, he actually enjoys the sparks from the collision of two different souls more, and most people here just want to sleep with him, and they lie on his chest and talk about life and dreams, and talk about the future Plans, talking about bikes and the next generation... His head is going to explode, he's only 20 years old, what do you think about those things?

And the bicycle has a useful purpose. Wouldn’t it be more pleasant to drive a speedboat if you want to run faster?
What frustrates him the most is that he came here with the impure motive of "hunting Yan", but after coming here, he finds that he has become a "prey". He can still play.

This feeling was not good at all, and it could even be said to be so bad that he quit drinking in a depressed mood.

Not just bars.

The same is true at work.

For example, his first job was as a tutor for the daughter of a wealthy local businessman.

This job was introduced by a Weilante intermediary. It is said that the rich businessman used to be a nobleman in King Gallon Port, and he has been very rich since the Nihak period.

The salary of this job is also quite high, 1 silver coins a month.

The employer has only one requirement, that is, he must be a member of the alliance, and the South China Sea Alliance is also considered an alliance. Anyway, the Weilant intermediary said that there is no problem, so he took the job.

He originally thought that the nobles living in the big mansion would be more reserved, but he didn't think that not only the girl was always touching him inadvertently, but even the wife of the rich businessman was flirting with him intentionally or unintentionally.

Sunny felt like she was going crazy.

Especially when he heard that there was a business relationship between the wealthy businessman and the well-known local gang "Assassin Gang".

In the face of a generous salary and a small life, he finally chose the latter and reluctantly quit this high-risk job.

Of course, it must be said that only a very small number of people are abnormal.

It's like a large group of hungry people rushing into the cafeteria. It is inevitable that some people will be reincarnated like starving ghosts, wishing to eat back what they didn't eat in their previous life, and finally be carried out sideways.

Compared with the extreme situation of being reluctant to eat and eating to death at a time, most people are still very normal. Working hard and studying hard are the normal state of ordinary people.

It took a week to adjust his status, and under the introduction of the employment office of the city hall, he came to the local public school established by Baiyue Company and became a language teacher.

Most of the students studying here are the children of residents in the nearby communities, some from poor families and some from citizens.Since the authorities of Port Kingaron promised to provide students with free lunch and breakfast, only by literacy can they find better jobs. Therefore, the vast majority of locals are quite cooperative with the compulsory education policy promoted by the authorities.

And no matter which class the children were, they were all very diligent, so diligent that even Suni himself felt a little ashamed.

They are eager to change their destiny.

The circular island also has free education, but he just finished college in a daze. After graduation, he went to a cannery, then got mixed up in the wharf, and then he simply received unemployment benefits and wasted...

Compared with these boys and girls, he seems to have spent the past 20 years in a daze.

Encouraged by those diligent and studious eyes, he also scored 120 points and devoted himself wholeheartedly to the cause of education. He even sent a telegram to his friends on the roundabout, asking them to send the books there and send them the old books. Forgotten knowledge also made up for it.

Although the salary paid by the public school is not much, only 12000 gallons per month, it is still much higher than the salary of local residents.

Moreover, the cost of living here is very low, and it is cheap to eat, travel, and cut hair. It's just that imported goods, luxury goods, and assets are more expensive, which is very suitable for a "street slipper" like him who has no pursuit of life.

But there is one thing to say, his current life can no longer be regarded as a mess, it can even be described as being out of low-level interest and extremely fulfilling. He has found something that can truly be called a "career" and spends his whole life thinking about it. .

Of course, even so, there will still be some rebellious guys from time to time, trying to create some waves or surprises for his mediocre teaching career.

It was a sunny afternoon.

He had just finished explaining geometry to the senior class substitute, when he was blocked in the office by a tall girl asking math questions.

At first they were really discussing mathematics, but after a while the girl changed the subject and looked at him brightly.

"Teacher, what is your last name?"

Su Ni gave her a suspicious look.

"Su... what's wrong?"

The girl looked at him in surprise.

"So that's it. I always thought that Suni was your first name, and your surname was something else."

Seeing that she was curious about her hometown, Suni said with a smile.

“We have a lot of naming, mostly up to the parents, and my dad told me that my great-great-grandfather was probably a refugee resident, but my great-great-grandmother was from the Islands. Other than that, there were some that weren’t at all. A person with a surname, just like you here, only has a first name."

The latter is common among wastelanders, and there are also some special shelter residents who choose to use slang terms that outsiders cannot understand, such as shelter 404.

The girl's eyes sparkled with curiosity about the outside world, and there was also a hint of longing.

"...We don't only have first names, we also have surnames. For example, the Rat Clan has 13 pronunciations, the most common being Skaven, but the Snake Clan also has Skaven, so we rarely use surnames."

"So that's the case. I thought you guys just didn't have last names...ah, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend." Suni looked at her in surprise, but soon realized that her statement might be too frivolous, so she hurriedly A sentence was added later.

The girl smiled, but said indifferently.

"It's okay, it's normal that you didn't know it when you first came here. By the way, my name is Anushka."

Su Ni praised.

"It's a nice name."

"Really... But I don't think it sounds good, there are too many syllables, I have always wanted to change my name," Anushka's pupils showed a trace of melancholy, and suddenly looked at him with full eyes, "What do you think? How about Suan or Suka?"

The sudden straight ball caught Suni off guard, especially the face approaching suddenly and the hair swaying beside his cheek.

A wisp of fragrance penetrated into the tip of his nose, he gave a dry cough, and unconsciously took half a step back.

"This kind of thing... I think you'd better ask your parents for advice."

"But you have more ideas than them." The girl took a step forward and looked at him with piercing eyes. "You are from the Union, right?"

"I'm from the South China Sea Alliance...actually, it's quite far behind." Suni explained dumbfoundingly.

"Actually, it's not too far away. After all, you are so knowledgeable from there... It would be great if you could go there and have a look."

There was a light of hope in the girl's eyes, and there was also a hint of longing faintly.

Suni wanted to say that there was nothing really good there, the streets were narrow and short, and he couldn't stay here any longer, so he came here to try his luck...

But looking at the expression on the girl's face, he knew very well that what he said was useless.

Just when he didn't know what to do, the sound of footsteps from outside the office finally broke the abnormal atmosphere.

Suni, who was saved, breathed a sigh of relief. She didn't wait for the girl who said "I'll take you there" to show a disappointed expression, but she still thanked him for his teaching, bowed slightly and trotted out the door with her notebook in hand.

Glancing at the girl who hurried out of the door, the colleague sitting next to him guessed what happened with his toes, and laughed at him.

"It's a headache, isn't it? The girls here are so enthusiastic."

This colleague is the longest-serving employee here, and he is from Dawn City, so the buffs on his body can be said to be full.

The female colleague sitting at the opposite table was not satisfied with this statement, she curled her lips and said.

"It's not just girls, boys are the same. I can meet three locals who ask for directions every time I eat. I don't know who gave them the illusion that the residents of the Free State have silver parties every day... that's enough."

Seeing her rolling her eyes, the colleague from Dawn City smiled and leaned back on the chair.

"Hahaha...Don't tell me, I really heard about it when I was in Dawn City!"

Seeing the murderous eyes on the other side, he trembled unconsciously, and stopped this unfunny joke.

Suni made himself a cup of tea, sat back in the chair, and sighed as he looked at the mist on the teacup.

"Honestly, I'm worried. This kind of atmosphere is okay in bars, but it shouldn't appear in classrooms... Many girls in Chip Harbor are obviously from here, but they are completely different from them. Sometimes I can't help I wonder if there is something wrong with our education methods, what we should teach them is not only knowledge, but also self-esteem and self-love, otherwise they will be slaves of other people instead of being the slaves of witches... What is the difference in the end. "

The teacher from Dawn City patted him on the shoulder.

"Relax, and don't always look for reasons on yourself. Maybe... the girls in Potato Chips just treat you coldly. After all, you have shut them down before."

Sunny shook his head.

"Okay, you're from Dawn City, it might be a different story for you, but you have to admit that it's the same group of people, and the people there are indeed a little more normal than here...Damn, I just want to Teach well! Wait, what the hell do I just want to teach well?"

He clearly remembered that before he came here, he came here just to pick up girls.

As a result, within a month or two, he discovered that he had completely changed himself, and he had become pure-hearted and ascetic.

Maybe that sentence is right, people with self-respect will be respected, and people who love themselves will be loved.

Those who walk in this settlement are all soulless shells. Before those people find their own souls, it is really difficult for him to love the people here, and it is also difficult for him to find the kind of soul he longs for deep in his heart. Love... not just sleep.

At this time, Suni suddenly noticed the newspaper on the desk of the colleague next door, curiously reached out and took it,

"By the way, there is also a Daily Survivor here?"

He flipped through it randomly, but found that it was completely different from the newspapers in Potato Chips. It mainly talked about the latest news in King Galleon Port and published some literary works contributed by locals.

"It's only recently. I heard that it was organized by the tribe and the rat tribe a few months ago. I don't understand it very well, but the things written on it are not bad." The teacher from Dawn City drank a cup of coffee and said casually, "I It was brought back for students to read and write. The effect of literacy is better than the textbooks in Dawn City. Recently, several schools are proposing to develop their own textbooks in Port Kingaron. Let us select some articles from Survivor Daily and put them in the textbooks , I have collected the last few issues."

An expression of interest floated on Suni's face.

"Can I have a look?"

"Whatever," the Shuguang City teacher shrugged and said with a smile, "Just don't lose it."

"Thanks."

Anyway, there was still some time before the next class, so Suni opened the borrowed newspaper with curiosity, and was soon attracted by the headline at the beginning.

"Red Earth"

The author is Mr. Mouse.

Is this about the origin of red clay?
He thought so at first, but found that things were not as simple as he thought.

"...a long time ago, I wanted to write a biography for General Rowell."

"That year was icy and snowy, the sun and the moon were dark, but he made great achievements, and found a shortcut for his descendants to live-eating soil can live. Ironically, the person who made great achievements But he did not die well, and was buried in the soil by a group of ignorant people, and even spit a few mouthfuls... just like the martyr who paid for everyone but was buried in the wind and snow."

"At first I thought that those people were not smart enough, until I got in touch with some descendants of the 'Shovel Swingers', and I was surprised that the ancestors of those guys turned out to be scholars, experts, engineers, and even those who originally supported General Rowell These people are not stupid. It is obviously impossible to explain it from an intellectual point of view. Laughing at them makes me look smart and stupid. That is the only explanation... They all went crazy by coincidence, and buried the only normal Lowe Your Excellency."

"I can't understand why so many people are crazy, and they want to kill a person who cares, loves and even saves them, just because he is a bit arbitrary... until I got to know L, a Rat guy who lives in Baixiang City .”

"He was wearing shabby clothes, which couldn't even be called clothes, but rags covering his body. There was a scar on his head, which was said to be a cigarette butt thrown by a young master who wandered around the field when he was doing short-term labor on the farm. It was hot. That was worthy of anger, but every time he talked about that glorious moment, he was rather proud. He would boast that the scar was enlightened by the nobleman, and he would definitely be reborn in the nobleman's house in the next life. Thanks to others I also feel that these words sound rebellious, and I dare not pass the words to the young master's ears, otherwise the young master will order his head to be cut off alive, so that he will not be able to enter the red soil."

"The first time I saw him was at the master's farm, and I saw him talking about how smart the young master is, how he is like the master's seed, but he didn't want to get any benefits, but instead asked the servants to beat him up. I heard that he is also a member of the Rat Clan, and seeing that bloody head was really miserable, I wanted to go up to comment, but was stopped by others, and it took some talking to find out who L is."

"I hate him for not fighting, but I really don't have the right to criticize him because I want to rely on the master's appreciation to get a living. How come I haven't praised the young master? Over time, I comforted myself, and then I forgot about it. Until Baixiang City A big case happened, saying that the Yue Clan rebelled again, and the whole city panicked, and some more Yue Clan people were to be arrested. I comforted myself that this had nothing to do with the Rat Clan, and it had nothing to do with the servants of the master's family, but I didn't want to I actually saw him on the execution ground."

"The fate is so similar. The people who planted the red soil and the people who ate the red soil were buried in the red soil. Therefore, before praising the greatness of General Rowell, I want to use L's story as a 'preface', which is also a paragraph. An epic story..."

At first, Suni opened the newspaper just to pass the time, but unexpectedly, he was fascinated by it at a glance. He forgot the time for a while, and didn't go into convulsion until the class bell rang.

"Good guy."

Is this... something they wrote themselves?

Although the previous article was boring, the more I looked down, the more I saw the blood dripping under the skin, crying silently like a ghost.

Suni read softly, only to feel the rolling thunder echoing in his ears, like a deafening cry.

He is not a survivor of the Borneo Province, but he can still hear the cry between the lines - where the people here eat is soil, it is clearly people who have been buried in the soil generation after generation!

He stood up from the chair, grabbed the newspaper in his hand and rushed out the door.

His expression was excited, he was full of energy, his footsteps were like the wind, and he didn't even bring the lesson plan that he never left his hand... because now he doesn't need that thing at all.

It was his duty as a teacher to read these words to those children.

They shouldn't be sitting there holding books for a boat ticket, much less for the promised work visa from Chip Harbor, or to find a mess in the wasteland and sell themselves.

They should learn for themselves!To learn real knowledge, to understand the relationship between people, to understand the laws of operation of all things in nature, to think about your position in the mountains and rivers...

They need souls!
……

The box of the Triumph Hotel.

Not just a half-baked teacher who read aloud in a solemn class, but also a rather mature teenager who also read the "Red Earth" written in the Survivor Daily.

Or to be precise, it is the preface to the long serial novel "Red Soil".

The guy who called himself "Mr. Rat" almost took off the underpants of the Rat people.

However, after listening to the whole article, Ah Xin, who was sitting in the box, burst into laughter, and patted the armrest of the chair with his right hand twice.

"Hahaha, wonderful! Really wonderful!"

A group of younger brothers in formal suits and leather shoes stood behind him with serious expressions, and their eyes were full of ruthlessness.

They are all the backbone of the Assassin Gang, and they lived with the boss on the street in front of the Governor's Mansion before, and there are naturally many rat people among them.

The girl who read the article to him was full of fear, and looked at the man sitting at the table anxiously.

She is a member of the Niu clan, and she was a small nobleman in King Gallen Port before. She had to come out to teach people how to read and read because of her livelihood.

Obviously, the identity of the Niu tribe is not very useful here. Whoever can lead everyone to eat and fill their pockets is the real nobleman.

For example, the rat clansman in front of him didn't seem to take her blood in his eyes at all.

However, his attitude towards knowledge is still very respectful, so he was very polite to her, and he didn't seem to take his anger on her because of the article she just read.

Glancing at the late hour, Ah Xin waved to the side, fetched a check, wrote a few numbers on it and handed it to the "tutor" who was sitting by him.

"This is last month's salary. I may be busy in the next few days, so I'll give it to you in advance."

The girl nodded quickly, took the check in a hurry, and subconsciously held her breath.

10 gallons! !

She cast an unbelievable look at him, but saw him sway slightly.

"The rest is the reward... My guests are coming, and it's getting late, let's go home."

The girl said thank you, then bowed her head and hurried away with red eyes.

Watching the noble lady leave, Kunal looked at the boss who pretended to understand newspapers with a confused expression, and said in a buzzing voice.

"Boss...don't you feel offended?"

Asin tried to match the words and sentences he had just learned, and said patiently.

"Kunal, my friend, only a terminally ill patient will blame the doctor. If a person has no cure, it is the real kindness to let him eat well, drink well and have a beautiful funeral. Advise him to smoke less On the contrary, the two cigarettes harmed him and his family... But you and I have obviously not come to this point, have you eaten dirt?"

Kunal shook his head like a rattle.

"Who still eats that now?"

"That's right," Asin smiled lightly, "At least the residents of Port Jingallon have stopped eating, at most those who swim up the river will eat, but it's only at the beginning... sooner or later, one day, then Like a thousand needles in the city of a thousand pillars, things will be overthrown by none left."

He is still very young, and the survivors of the entire Borneo province are very young. It is the feudal lords and old nobles who are at sunset.

He is glad that so many young people share his righteous outrage and walk down the same sunny avenue, even if they think differently.

While talking, footsteps came from the door, and a tall and burly guy walked in from the door.

There was a gun on his waist, and only two followers followed him. The LD-47 assault rifle on his back suppressed the aura of the gang around him.

These two guys are ruthless people who have been on the battlefield, and they are the kind who charge under the hail of bullets.

The person walking in front looked lazy, with a trace of unruly brows, walked in carelessly, completely ignoring the people around him.

However, including Asin, no one felt that he was arrogant and rude.

After all, this guy does have the capital to be proud of.

When everyone was tied by ankle chains, only he caught the gun thrown by the adult.

If it was just luck to catch the gun, then he relied on his strength and took the lead in pushing the cannon to blast the door, knocking down the Rowell camp in a daze.

Compared to a mouse like himself hiding in the shadows, Xin knew very well that this was the real big shot.

This person is Laxi, the director of the office of the Civil Defense Office of the Port of King Gallen, who is responsible for the strategic dispatch and logistics of the militia, basically equivalent to the head of the army of Port King Gallen.

In order to invite this big man, he spent a lot of money on all aspects of dredging and management.

Even so, the big man only agreed to meet him, and didn't agree to anything else.

Ah Xin quickly stood up, with a warm smile on his face and a gesture of invitation.

"General, please sit down."

Sitting directly across from him, Laxi also gave him a bit of a face, straight to the point.

"What do you mean by inviting me to be a guest?"

Signaling the waiters to serve the dishes with his eyes, Ah Xin looked at him with a warm smile.

"I heard that the general is depressed recently. I just think that the general will work hard for the people and want to solve the general's problems."

"Ah."

Lassi snorted, pushed away the waiter's hand reaching for the jug, poured himself a glass with the jug, and then put the jug on the table.

"Help me solve my problems... You know what a hammer is. If you want me to say, businessmen should do business honestly, do less illegal things, and less stretch your hands around, so as not to die one day. I don't know. I drank the wine today, but I won't be soft when it's time to send you away."

The corner of Kunal's mouth twitched, but being stared at by two soldiers, he didn't dare to move his shoulders.

Ah Xin looked normal, after all, it wasn't the first time he was pointed at by a gun.

"The general is joking. All I do in 'Kingaron Port' are legal transactions. I even helped the alliance destroy several transactions of smuggled drugs and human beings. If my men touch something they shouldn't touch, don't The adult reminded me, I will clean up the door myself."

"That's none of my business." Lacy stopped him with a wave of his chopsticks, only focused on eating, "Talk about your business."

Asin bowed his head slightly, and said respectfully.

"There is a Moon Clan resistance army in the north. I wonder if the general has heard of it?"

"I've heard of it... Heh, so what." Lassi sneered, curled his lips and said, "A bunch of unworthy bastards, a village can have seven or eight hundred hills, and the noise is out of place. It’s not easy to do things, and it’s even more handicapped to do big things, fight the most stupid battles with the best equipment, and be chased away by second-rate troops, which is worse than rogues.”

Asin's heart moved.

"Then in the general's opinion, what should they do?"

Lacy said without thinking.

"My best opinion? Oh, according to me, why use so much nonsense, tell them to go east, go west, go west, take a few steps, let me see who dares to take more steps and less steps If you don’t obey, just kill them. If you want to fight a good battle, you have to attack your own people first, and if you don’t dare to do it, go home and farm as soon as possible.”

The more Lassi spoke, the more angry he became. He was so full of phosgene that he dropped his chopsticks and shook his head.

He really didn't have anything in his stomach, and he couldn't come up with much military theory, but he was still anxious watching those guys fight. After fighting for so long, he didn't even eat a settlement.

He is very sympathetic to those compatriots, including the Moon Clan people in Potato Chips Harbor, and even the people in the Alliance are very sympathetic to them, and even have high hopes for them.At least in the opinion of that chief Fang, these guys have suffered from persecution, and after overthrowing the empire, they will definitely not go back to the old way of the empire.

For this reason, Baiyue Company contacted those Yue clan members who were fighting guerrillas more than once, and gave money and equipment, but the final result was that these guys couldn't even win against a local warlord who was doing business, and were instead used by the other party. Yang Kou regained his composure.

He had approached Fang Chang more than once, and he had also approached other members of the alliance, but the members of the alliance thought he was too murderous and worried that he would not be able to control Borneo.

Every time I think of this, Laxi gets angry, why can't he control it?
The alliance's approach is certainly good, but only a few hundred people went ashore. Could it be that he didn't have any credit for the smooth transformation of Jinjialun Harbor?

In order to deter those diehards and thugs who took advantage of the fire, he killed a lot of people. The ghosts and monsters he killed did not dare to take a breath, and they would never dare to go west if they went east.

In the end, the transformation of Port Kingaron was over, and he became a chamber pot instead. He was cut down by that gentleman and placed in the office as a mascot, which was regarded as an explanation to the locals.

In fact, Xin can understand the resentment in this guy's heart, after all, the business he is doing is actually a kind of chamber pot.

The infrastructure construction of Jin Gallon Port requires a huge labor force, and at the same time absorbs immigrants from the Yongliu River.

A large uncontrolled labor force will inevitably breed violence, and it is impossible to completely suppress violence in a land without a certain aspect of tradition by relying on laws or chanting alone. It is necessary to use a basket to store those forces that have nowhere to rest, lest they Take it out on ordinary people.

The Assassin gang took advantage of this shareholder wind.

As for Jiaotou Bay, it was a retreat he found for himself, including investing in those warlords and so on.

When the infrastructure construction of King Gallen Port is completed one day, the alliance plans to throw away his chamber pot. He can also rely on his investment in Jiaotou Bay and the empire's territory to find a way out for himself and his family.

However, he is much luckier than Lassi. The infrastructure construction of King Gallen Port cannot be completed in a day or two. Gallon Harbor authorities banging and banging.

"...I understand your difficulties very well. A great talent like you, General, should display his ambitions on the battlefield, not at the wine table."

Lacy chuckled, not caring about his flattery.

"Stop beating around the bush and just tell me what you want to do."

"The Moon Clan's resistance army is weak and incompetent. They were played by the Tiger Army as monkeys in the north. I think it boils down to the lack of a heroic general who can unite them and lead them to fight!"

Asin stared at Laxi with piercing eyes, and put his right hand on the table.

"With the talent of a general, you are undoubtedly the most suitable candidate. Only you can twist those former slaves into a rope! In addition, you have learned the new military concept of the alliance, and the feudal nobles who will definitely be able to fight are full of teeth. !"

He very much agrees with this point of view. It is precisely because of unity that his Assassin gang can defeat other gangs and have a place in King Gallon Port.

Lacy laughed out loud when he heard the words, naturally he would not be incited by these words, instead he looked at him and made fun of him.

"It's interesting, kid, you flatter me in different ways. I won't expose you, but you're still addicted. It's easy for you and me to sit here, and you can conjure up shells and bullets for me?"

He's a rough man for sure, but he's no fool, and wars are no joke.

No matter how capable he is, he is nothing without the alliance.

However, what he didn't expect was that the young man in front of him simply nodded and agreed.

"I'll give it! I'll give you the ammunition for 10 people, and I'll give you the ammunition for 100 million people too! As long as you're willing to go out and pull that old emperor off his horse, I, Xin, will support you even if I lose everything! If you don't believe me, I'll do it now!" Go to the bank and get the money!"

Lassi narrowed his eyes, put away the smile on his face, and looked at him intently.

"... If you don't have anything to do, you must steal if you have nothing to do. I would like to ask you what you are trying to do."

Xin didn't speak, but put the "Daily Survivor" on the table and gently pushed it in front of him.

"I, Asin, am a businessman. I only want to make money when I do business, but this is the only thing I want to do, just to gain a sigh of relief... We rat people are not born to eat dirt."

Looking at the headlines in the newspaper, Lassi laughed, grabbed the newspaper, put down his legs on his knees, shook his clothes and stood up.

"Coincidentally, neither are we Moon Clan people, but I can't give you an answer to such a big matter, give me three days."

After finishing speaking, he didn't eat the rest of the food, and he didn't drink the wine that he regarded as life. He waved his sleeve and took the newspaper away with him.

Looking at the table full of uneaten dishes, Kunal felt distressed and looked at Asin.

"Boss...do you think he is reliable?"

Xin gently sat back on the chair, picked up the untouched chopsticks, and said lightly.

"Kunal, what do you think is truly reliable, and when will it be truly reliable. In other words, does he need to consider who is worthy or who is not worthy of doing what he does?"

"I...don't know." Kunal scratched the back of his head and said with a bitter face.

"It doesn't matter whether our generals are successful or not. It's like the warlords of the Tiger Army clearly have business dealings with us, but we have to invest in him and their enemies at the same time."

Poured himself a glass of wine, Ah Xin said in a very soft voice.

"The wasteland is undergoing drastic changes unseen in 200 years. The province of River Valley is being reborn in the raging fire. The province of Jinchuan has also found hope in the flames. The province of Haiya is also... We have been quiet for 200 years, and we also need a Fire. Now is the best time, the real empires are liquidating old problems, continuing the war that was not completely over 200 years ago, and no one has time to talk to us. Someone must shoot now, so that other people who are about to move What the hell is a witch camel that people see riding on their heads."

Outsiders can only see the obedience and forbearance in their bones, but as a rat clansman, he knows better than outsiders that there is actually another word hidden behind these two words.

That is rebellion.

Or anti-bone.

Just like a mouse, it is usually chased by cats and played with by cats, but it dares to bite people when it is really urgent.

As he spoke, he glanced around at the brothers around him, and said kindly.

"...Come over and sit down and eat. You know that I don't like to waste. Such a large table of dishes was originally ordered for everyone, and I can't finish it all by myself."

"Didn't you order it for Lacy?" Kunal asked the brothers suspiciously in his ear while calling for the brothers to sit down.

Asin smiled faintly, and moved the chopsticks for everyone, even though he was not very proficient in using them.

"That adult won't eat with people like us. It's not good for me and him to spread the word. It's already good for us to have a drink before leaving."

"His ambition is much bigger than that of a small role like mine."

(End of this chapter)