Before the majority of the troops fully passed through the space passage, there was definitely no one in the Federation government who would think of developing some kind of cooperative relationship with the Empire's underground resistance organization, because the necessary conditions were lacking. If an advisor made such a request, it would perhaps only be taken as a joke.
Just as the leader of the resistance organization said, he had only met two people from the Federation in his life, and had even less knowledge of the government of that distant star region. The Federation was also unfamiliar with those resistance organizations of the lowly people who struggled to survive at the bottom of the Empire, as if they were passers-by in his previous life.
But who would have thought that right now, this agreement that was impossible to exist in the past would become a reality step by step?
When Xu Le thought of this, the tip of his eyebrows couldn't help but furrow tightly. His palm slowly stroked the slightly cold railing of the second floor, and he felt an inexplicable sense of absurdity — that orphan who stared blankly at the red and gray sky in Donglin's Zhonglou Street and the mining pit a few years ago could actually have such a great impact on the world today.
Of course, this kind of influence was relatively fake. He was only a colonel of the Federal military, and he had no qualifications to sign such an important agreement. He just appeared at the right place at the right time and coincidentally met the right group of people in the resistance organization, and the resistance organization believed in his many representative identities, such as the successor of the War God, the president's trusted aide, and so on.
In fact, if this agreement didn't have a hundred benefits and no harm to the Federal military, perhaps Xu Le wouldn't have dared to promise anything.
It was now summer, very late in the summer, and the sultry air was accumulating and fermenting in the dilapidated buildings all around, gradually giving birth to a moldy smell. He sat on the second floor and watched silently, thinking to himself how many poor people who couldn't get relief from the Empire would silently die of heatstroke.
"I've lived in this neighborhood for nearly forty years, and if the new government succeeds in proposing in the future, my first proposal in the Parliament will definitely be to tear down this entire slum. Damn it, I'm already sick of looking at it, so who would be willing to live here?"
A voice full of viciousness rang out beside Xu Le's ears. He turned his head to look at the person and said, "If everything is torn down overnight, where are these people going to live? Besides, are you so sure that you can enter the Parliament? "
The person who came to his side was Mu En.
Xu Le stayed in the repair shop for a few days and roughly understood the situation. The middle-aged man beside him, who was used to wearing fur clothes, was actually the leader of one of the strongest gangs in Tianjing Planet. Although he had heard Mr. Worth's explanation that day, he still found it hard to understand why a big shot who owned more than ten casinos and 23% of the land in the slums would be so passionate about the resistance organization's cause.
"Where do you live?" Mu En chewed on a stick of coarse tobacco with a hint of cruelty and excitement. He looked at the city under the red sun in the west and said, "There are many manors of nobles there, enough for hundreds of thousands of people to live in. Even if it's not enough, Your Majesty's huge palace can be used as a dormitory."
"As for myself, I've given up so much for the revolution and risked my life for so many years. Do you think I'm not qualified to be a Councilman?" Mu En sneered.
"Revolution isn't a treat, and it can't be a simple reward based on merit." After these few days of interaction, Xu Le knew that these people from the Empire's gangs weren't difficult to deal with. He smiled and said sarcastically, "If Mr. Worth knew about your attitude, he would definitely call for a meeting to criticize you."
At the mention of Mr. Worth's name, Mu En's expression suddenly became a little reserved, and he no longer had the domineering aura of a mafia boss. After a moment of silence, he looked at Xu Le and said seriously, "You should know that all my family members died in the hands of Kaedun. I've never thanked you seriously."
"A good deed done unintentionally has no right to ask for any gratitude." Xu Le's answer was also very serious. He then asked curiously, "I don't understand. The weather is so hot now, so why do you keep wearing this fur coat?"
"Many people have been curious about this question over the years, but other than Mr. Worth, you're the first person who dares to ask me in front of me." Mu En casually threw the half-burnt coarse tobacco into the pond downstairs and laughed a few times. After a moment of silence, he actually started to explain.
"When I was young … I knew that only aristocratic young masters could afford to wear expensive fur coats, but I wasn't envious. Poor children, who would be envious of something that didn't belong to them?"
"In the end, one day, the young master's mink fur coat was cut by a pair of scissors. He thought that I was the one who did it, so he beat me up …"
Mu En didn't reveal the scars on his body to prove how unforgettable that beating was. Perhaps it was because of his years in the underworld that caused him to have countless scars on his body. However, from the coldness and cruelty in his eyes that had been washed away by time, one could roughly imagine what kind of inhumane treatment he had encountered when he was young.
"From that day onwards, I had a strong desire for all smooth fur clothing. After coming to Tianjing Planet, I had been hiding in this street to pass time. After killing someone for the gang and getting the first red mark, I bought a very beautiful light gray fox fur coat. "
"After that, I kept killing people and started to have the right to order people to kill people. At the same time, I started to buy fur coats. Ten coats, a hundred coats. Yes, I felt very good. No matter the weather or the situation, I would always wear it. If I didn't wear it for even a minute, my chest hair would furiously prick at me."
Mu En's left hand reached into the open pocket of the fur coat and played with the dense body hair. He couldn't help but laugh loudly. He laughed so hard that tears appeared in his eagle-like eyes.
His smile gradually disappeared, and this underworld boss said indifferently, "I know it seems crazy to you. Back then, the other bosses in the city used this to mock me. But after those guys turned into corpses in the smelly pond, no one dared to question my taste in clothing. "
Xu Le listened silently. This was a very common, very conventional story of joy and sorrow. There was no need for any psychological analysis of childhood trauma. But when this underworld boss slowly told it from his own mouth, it was still somewhat shocking.
"I know that the Empire's household registration system is very strict. Although there are indeed many fugitives hiding in the slums, why did you escape from your hometown to here? "Xu Le asked.
"Because I killed the young master who jumped and screamed like a girl for a fur coat."
A very coherent sentence came out of this underworld boss's mouth without any hesitation. As a listener, Xu Le couldn't help but stare blankly for a long time.
Mu En told the story to his heart's content. Licking his lips, he took out two sticks of coarse tobacco and passed one to him.
Silently taking the coarse tobacco and lighting it, Xu Le greedily took a deep breath. Squinting his eyes, he looked at the Empire's capital city under the setting sun. He remembered that when he was young, he had also violently killed people.
The red and warm light of the star gradually sank below the towering palace wall, and the busy aircraft taking off and landing in the northern sky gradually decreased in frequency. Finally, the night wind blew over from Feng Lake in the south, passing through the rugged and narrow streets of the slums with great difficulty, bringing a little coolness and blowing away some of the suffocating pain of the summer heat.
Xu Le and Mu En held the coarse tobacco between their fingers and silently sat on the second floor. Looking at this scene, they exhaled the expensive smoke.
"Make the preparations. The spaceship prepared for you will arrive in three days. I will tell you the address then." Mu En looked ahead and slowly said, "We only have the ability to send you out of the Tianjing Star System and enter the pirate route. As for whether that spaceship can pass through the heavy military blockade, it will depend on your ability or luck."
Xu Le lowered his head and took a deep puff of the cigarette. The spicy smoke entered his lungs and instantly refreshed his spirit. He had been captured, escaped, imprisoned, and escaped again. He had stayed on this planet for nearly a year. Now that he finally had a chance to leave, he couldn't help but be moved.
As for Mu En's warning, it was also within his expectations. Under the pressure of the Empire's royal family and that Highness' wrath, the entire underground smuggling and shipping system of Tianjing Star had been cleansed and attacked like never before. The resistance organization, or rather the underworld boss beside him, was actually able to find a spaceship that could leave Tianjing Star. The strength they displayed was already rather impressive.
"Sorry for the trouble."
Helping him return to the Federation was an agreement and a deal. It wasn't helping him because he saw injustice. Thus, Xu Le didn't say thank you and only said these three words.
"We originally promised to send you to your people. That's the real trouble." Mu En waved the cigarette in his hand and calmly said, "Our people are on the entire route, but the frontlines are at war. No one knows how tight the space control is."
"If we reach the end, give me a spaceship," Xu Le said after a moment of silence.
"That's not a problem." Mu En suddenly turned his head, stared into his eyes, and said, "But I have to remind you of something. I'm grateful to you for killing Kaedun, but it doesn't mean that we are willing to cooperate with the Federation. In order to send you out, many of us will die, so … don't forget what you promised us."
Xu Le understood the psychological struggle of these underground resistance members very well, so he didn't say anything. At this time, any word he said would mean that the Federation government promised him any help. In fact, it wouldn't make these people feel any better.
He narrowed his eyes and looked into the distance. Three of his fingers pinched the thick, round, dark tobacco stick that was about to burn out. He didn't throw it into the pond downstairs like Mu En did, but rather carefully and slowly ground it on the floor by his feet.
At this moment, an electric bell hidden somewhere on the railing rang softly.
Mu En quickly got up and walked into the dark corridor. Half a minute later, he pushed a wheelchair to Xu Le's side with an unusually respectful expression.
Sitting on the wheelchair was the leader of the underground resistance, whose face was full of age spots. He looked somewhat ferocious and terrifying, but his expression was incomparably gentle.
Xu Le stood up and nodded in greeting.
Mr. Voss looked at Xu Le with a smile and said, "I have a person I want to introduce to you. In the future, if I'm not here, he will be in charge of contacting you and supervising the implementation of the agreement."
A thirty-year-old Empire man with a cold expression stood out from the shadow behind the wheelchair. When he saw Xu Le, he narrowed his eyes, which were as sharp as knives. After a short pause, he extended his hand and introduced himself, "I'm Qi Dabing."
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