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Xu Lie readily agreed without any hesitation, causing everyone in the Dove Faction and Centrist to smile broadly and hold him in even higher esteem. On one side, they praised him as a guardian of humanity, while on the other, they revered him as a guide from another world. There was even a sense that they might establish a church for Alien Life, placing it on a pedestal.
Who doesn’t enjoy flattery? A little is fine, but too much can become tiresome. Especially when their praise became increasingly absurd, nearly elevating Xu Lie to the status of a galactic luminary. It was just too awkward to listen to.
"Let’s be clear: the technical data and physical products you need are all aboard the space fleet. I’ll contact a ship, and it can deliver them right away," Xu Lie interrupted their excessive flattery. "The location will be at the Great Federation, Sherwood District; I need to make a trip there."
Of course, the members of the Dove Faction and Centrist had no objections. Their smiles were as bright as flowers—could they really receive the goods so soon? This was truly remarkable! The sooner they got their hands on it, the more at ease they would feel. Truly, this was the Alien Script of Heng Xing Hai—just about honesty!
After saying this, Xu Lie did not linger and exited the meeting. The remaining members of the Great Federation's Senior Management were perceptive enough not to follow him out. Even though they knew that Alien Life had the capability and technology to hack into their network meetings for surveillance, what could they do? They had to admit they were being monitored.
If Xu Lie had just left and they followed right after, who knew if that would offend Alien Life? Thus, feeling uneasy, they quickly shifted the topic back to how to handle matters in the Great Federation, Sherwood District, and how to respond to international pressure.
They discussed this throughout the day and only dared to leave the meeting as night approached. After exiting, they felt like ants crawling inside their minds; they wanted to continue discussing with others but were worried about being monitored. They could only resort to the oldest method of communication—summoning their most trusted confidants to help send messages.
While the Great Federation was busy with its affairs, things had already calmed down in the Great Federation, Sherwood District. Anthony had previously been surrounded by members of the Serpent Sting and Charles chose to contact the Arms Tycoons to inform them that two small mice from the Great Federation were infiltrating a building. He inquired about how to handle the situation.
The Arms Tycoons were surprisingly lenient, considering they had already been defeated. It was a mindset akin to that of someone facing death, where nothing seemed to matter anymore. Given that they were all members of the upper class, it was clear that their lack of resistance could ultimately preserve their dignity.
They would lose all their power, but not too much wealth; they could still live quite comfortably. Since they were all respectable individuals, why cling to the lower ranks? At this juncture, there was no need to provoke the Great Federation's Senior Management with any actions that might upset them. Thus, Charles was instructed to entertain the two guests.
Indeed, entertain them. The Arms Tycoons viewed Anthony and his companion merely as spies sent by the Great Federation, which explained their unusual tolerance. Had they known that Anthony was the mastermind behind the leak of Tactical Nuclear Weapon intelligence, he would likely have met a grim fate instead of being treated with such hospitality.
Strangely enough, at a gala where one would expect animosity between Anthony and Charles—two figures who once stood at the pinnacle of the metropolis's underworld—they found themselves seated at the same table, sharing drinks and cigars. This sight left William and the surrounding members of the Serpent Gang utterly dumbfounded. They could hardly have imagined such a scene unfolding before them, challenging their perceptions of reality.
After a hearty meal and plenty of laughter, the Serpent Gang members escorted Anthony and William to a luxurious hotel for their stay. The Arms Tycoon had instructed Charles that representatives from the Great Federation's Senior Management would soon arrive for discussions. It was decided that Anthony and William would be handed back over at that time, ensuring everyone could maintain face—everyone wins.
As the Serpent Gang members departed, William remained in a daze, confused by everything that had transpired. Now that it was all over, he wondered about Mers and what lay ahead for him. He had intended to consult Anthony first but turned to find him already resting. Shaking his head in exhaustion, William felt fatigue wash over him; without even taking a shower, he collapsed into bed and fell asleep.
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