Yang Zhi led Wu Yuchuan into the room.
Sunlight streamed down through the skylight, and in the courtyard, a middle-aged man, dressed in finely woven clothes, calmly watered the plants with a watering can in hand.
"Don't be so hasty, just say it."
Yang Zhi bowed and said, "Master, let's go quickly, Jiang Tianshu and Zheng Shishu are both dead."
"Who killed him?"
"The new ruler of Black Street is an extraordinary being named Qin Che," Yang Zhi said.
The middle-aged man put down the watering can, patted the dirt off his hands, and instead of panicking, smiled: "Everything's arranged, right?"
Yang Zhi nodded: "The car is parked right at the entrance."
Let's go.
Yang Zhi asked, "Master, do you still want the things here?"
The middle-aged man looked around, glanced at the house that had been with him for ten years, sighed, and said, "There's nothing left in here. Let's go."
Yang Zhi quickly went out to make the arrangements.
The middle-aged man looked at Wu Yuchuan again.
Wu Yuchuan bowed and said, "Greetings, Master Meng."
Meng Jingyuan laughed and said, "You're actually still alive?"
“I was outside when it happened. When I learned that Mr. Zheng had passed away, I came to find you immediately.”
Meng Jingyuan frowned slightly: "So what are your plans for the next step?"
As the chief secretary under Zheng Shishu of the neutral party, Wu Yuchuan possessed a great deal of political and business intelligence about Sabao. His continued existence is rather awkward not only for Meng Jingyuan but for anyone else.
But no matter what, Wu Yuchuan is still a 'resource'.
He said, "I'm willing to go with you."
"oh?"
Wu Yuchuan said, "A good bird chooses a good tree to perch on. With Master Zheng dead, I have no place to stand in Shabao."
Meng Jingyuan smiled and said, "I remember you use a technique like 'lie detection,' right?"
“Strictly speaking, this technique is called ‘Seeing Through Illusions.’ I am a seasoned psionic expert. If you wish to use me, sir, I will become your most capable assistant.”
Meng Jingyuan pointed at him and laughed, "You really know how to seize an opportunity, but you're useless following me. I'll introduce you to Master Yuan later."
"Is it... Lord Yuanlin of West Fortress?"
Meng Jingyuan gave a half-smile and said, "He will like you."
At this moment, Secretary Yang Zhi returned and said, "Master, everything is ready. Let's go."
"Well, we shouldn't stay here any longer. Come with me."
...
Wu Yuchuan looked behind the car. The stunning Sandcastle Garden city was engulfed in flames, with wisps of thick smoke rising from the depths of the city. The desolate sandstorm was getting further and further away from him.
This city, for him, is about to become a memory.
...
This was Qin Che's first time entering the Sand Dune Tower.
He was still holding Zheng Shishu's head in his hand. The blood had all drained away, leaving only the terrified look on his face, which seemed to be frozen in time forever.
The boots made a soft, clattering sound as they hit the ground.
The door was pushed open, and a huge wooden round table appeared in front of Qin Che.
The leader of Sand Castle, Sha Qingsui, and the party leader, Chen Fusheng, sat at the head and to the left. The most 'greatest' group of wise men and high-ranking officials of Sand Castle turned their heads and looked at Qin Che, who had been invited in, with complicated expressions.
Chen Fusheng's face showed some excitement as he said, "Sir, this is the youngest leader of the Black Street, and also a rare Great Transcendent, Mr. Qin Che..."
He was met with a barrage of stares.
Qin Che tossed Zheng Shishu's head into the air, and it landed on the round table, rolling a short distance away.
Some gentlemen covered their noses in disgust and moved away, while others stared at the severed head with grim expressions, and the rest remained expressionless.
These high-ranking officials were not unfamiliar with bloodshed.
However, this was the first time many people had ever witnessed such a blatant demonstration.
The leader of the Neutral Party... Cheng Shih-shu, the most competitive candidate in this year's general election, died just like that, and died so suddenly, so unexpectedly.
Sha Qingsui sat upright on the throne. Sunlight streamed through the huge glass window, illuminating the back of the throne and obscuring his face in the shadows.
But Qin Che was still able to see Sha Qingsui's appearance thanks to his excellent vision.
He truly deserves to be called king.
His eyes were as still as a deep well, and you couldn't read any expression or attitude from his face; you could hardly even guess what he was thinking.
It's just profound...
Qin Che said, "Black Street needs status. Citizens of the outer city wall and the three districts of the inner city wall should be treated equally and given their due rights. This is my demand."
Chen Fusheng stood up abruptly and said to Sha Qingsui, “You should know that the Conservative Party’s expansion of the military is a militaristic and harmful practice that harms the country and its people. Not only that, they have been smuggling slaves and human organs from the black market for biological experiments for a long time, which is a very serious crime against humanity! Zheng Shishu arranged for Hu Jinglin to be his backup plan, while secretly promoting the military expansion bill. From the beginning, he has been on a different path from the old crocodile bosses! With such partisan strife, how can we sit idly by! I urge you all to think it through. If it weren’t for Mr. Qin’s efforts to break the law, the expansion of the military in Shabao would be imminent. At that time, food, commerce, labor, and production would all have to pave the way for Jiang Tianshu. Are you really willing to do that?”
These words pierced my heart.
Fei Qing, the then military commander who succeeded Li Jiuyuan as a conservative party elder, sneered: "Nonsense! You dare to bring such a ruthless killer into this Sand Dune Tower? Don't think I don't know about your agreement. The Black Street and Outer City Wall districts promised to support your ascension to the leadership position. You two are in cahoots!"
Snap!
Immediately following this were the sounds of tables being slammed.
The Conservative Party leaders present stood up and denounced Chen Fusheng for violating the law, stirring up partisan strife, causing trouble in Sandburg, and being insidious and cunning...
Qin Che stood not far away, not wanting to get involved, and focused on watching the show.
Because this struggle is over.
If the Black Streets, Districts 4 and 5 are treated the same as the Inner City Walls, then these 250,000 people will become the Radical Party's largest vote bank.
Even combined, the Conservative and centrist strongholds cannot match the Radical Party's votes.
In the future, not only will the position of leader be easily obtained, but even re-election can be manipulated at will.
With the deaths of party leaders Jiang Tianshu and Zheng Shishu, the two ruling parties are no longer a concern.
Qin Che could certainly kill these so-called big shots in front of everyone, right in front of Sha Qingsui, but that was completely unnecessary.
If he acts too brutally, although it might intimidate some people, it would be going too far. The gerbil once told him to make more friends, and Qin Che agreed.
Who would want to be friends with a brutal superhuman who kills at the drop of a hat?
Even now, Qin Che has only killed Zheng Shishu and Jiang Tianshu, as well as their confidants and subordinates, and has not gone on a killing spree.
At this moment, Chen Fusheng remained calm, sitting upright in his chair. Despite being condemned by everyone, he remained indifferent, inwardly mocking them for being out of touch with reality.
The outcome is decided, the tide has turned, and no matter how the Conservatives fight back, they have no bargaining chips left...
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