As he read deeper, Lin Yide couldn't help but frown.

He keenly sensed that there must be some conspiracy behind this.

A person who has not received professional training was able to break free from the restraints of the Western Factory guards and successfully snatch his gun. The probability of such a thing happening is almost infinitely close to zero.

He slowly closed the document, looked up at Kong, and said calmly: "Kong, the way the West Factory guards dealt with it at that time was imposed by me."

Hearing this, Kong asked in confusion, "Boss Yide, why do you make such a rule?"

Lin Yide explained slowly: “When the West Factory is performing its duties, it often encounters such situations.

If you first judge whether the other party can hurt you before making a decision, you will be very vulnerable. They are my subordinates, and I must be responsible for them. "

"Isn't there a better way to solve the problem?" Kong continued to ask.

Lin Yide answered seriously: "No."

Hearing this answer, Kong was very disappointed.

He adjusted his mood and then asked, "Boss Yide, did everyone who died in that 'Rainy Night Massacre' deserve it?"

Lin Yide was stunned when he heard this, obviously not expecting Kong to suddenly bring up this matter.

He thought for a moment, then replied: "No, some people's crimes are not serious enough to warrant the death penalty, but they are my enemies."

Kong couldn't accept Lin Yide's actions and said bitterly: "I don't agree with what you did at that time."

Looking at their backs, Lin Yide's eyes gradually turned cold.

It was obvious that someone was deliberately trying to stir up conflict between him and Kong.

He picked up the phone, tapped a few numbers with his fingers, and made a call.

Less than a quarter of an hour after the call, Linnie hurried over.

He took a deep breath and asked, "Father, what's the matter?"

Lin Yide snapped his fingers lightly and shielded the entire room with the power of light.

Then he handed Linnie the document he had just read.

After Linnie took the document, he quickly scanned the contents of the document.

Soon, he finished reading the document and found the problem. He said, "Father, I will investigate this incident immediately."

Lin Yide said softly: "I don't want to investigate this case, but I want to investigate why this case was witnessed by Kong. This is not a coincidence."

Lini immediately responded, “I understand.”

Lin Yide thought for a moment and instructed: "The investigation process must be kept confidential and not let anyone else know."

Lini replied solemnly: "Father, please rest assured."

After he finished speaking, he asked in confusion: “There is one thing I don’t understand, why do you value Kong so much?

Obviously, he is too kind and trusts others easily, and even that fool Tartaglia could fool him."

Lin Yide gave a direct answer, "Because he is the destined person chosen by the world."

Upon hearing this, Lini said without hesitation: "Father, I think you are the destined person chosen by the world."

Lin Yide did not argue because he was indeed more qualified than Kong to be recognized as the destined person chosen by the world.

When he was about to end the conversation, he suddenly remembered something.

He looked at Lini and asked, "Regarding the relocation of Baisong Town, what is your plan?"

Lini replied respectfully: "Give Baisong Town a slight flood at night and let the residents migrate voluntarily."

"It's not a very moral plan, but it's indeed effective." Lin Yide commented, with a hint of thought in his eyes. "The West Factory Guards can't do anything about this. Go find Deputy Factory Manager Alechino. She is still the fourth executive officer of the Fatui."

Linny understood what he meant, and the Fatui were undoubtedly the most suitable scapegoats.

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Kong walked out of the West Factory office building in disappointment.

It was dusk at this moment, and the golden afterglow fell on the earth, stretching his back very long.

Paimon floated in front of him and whispered, "Kong, maybe the owner of Ide Factory has some unspeakable difficulties."

Kong felt mixed emotions, and he really hoped that this was true.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered what the old woman had said to him.

Sora said, "Paimon, let's go find Navia, the leader of the Thorn Rose Society."

Paimon immediately responded, "Okay. But before that, we should go have a good meal first."

Kong was about to agree when he suddenly remembered that he had already given his salary card to his sister.

He replied awkwardly: "Paimon, I'm afraid it's no use. I don't have Mora anymore. Let's go to the relief station. There's free food there."

Paimon had no choice but to follow Kong to the relief station with a depressed look on his face.

When they entered the relief station, they joined the queue for relief meals.

The people around him cast strange looks at him, and those looks were full of contempt and disdain.

After all, most of the people who receive relief meals in this place are elderly or unable to work, and a young guy like him really stands out among the crowd.

Kong stood in the team, feeling the strange looks from people around him and felt very embarrassed.

Just then, a familiar figure appeared before his eyes.

Sora took a closer look and shouted in surprise, "Tadalia, why are you here?

Tartaglia turned around, shrugged slightly, and said helplessly: "The Fatui's internal funds are tight recently. People like me who have caused trouble have no funds to travel, so I have to come here."

At this point, there was a hint of doubt in his tone, "But you, you are obviously a guard of the Western Factory, how did you end up in this situation?"

Kong's expression became even more awkward, with a hint of embarrassment in his eyes. "I... I'm a bit short on money lately, so I came here."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly noticed something strange.

The people who had looked down on him looked at him in awe, and the people in front of him even gave up their seats.

Seeing this, Tartaglia couldn't help but sigh: "The Western Guards are still better. They are not like the Fatui, who are hated by everyone."

Then, in order not to disrupt the order of the relief station, Kong quickly received two generous relief meals and found a secluded place to sit down.

After a while, Tartaglia also sat over.

He looked at the gap between himself and the empty relief meals he received, and his heart was filled with envy. For a moment, he even wanted to join the Western Factory.

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