Section 241 Negotiation

Yinyue City welcomes a new morning as usual.

The warning area outside the city has expanded to an area fifteen kilometers away from the edge. Every day, armed motorcycle convoys pass by nearby areas. Their tasks are not just a simple patrol, but also a series of tasks such as early warning, changes in animals and plants, and guidance of foreign refugees. As the number of locomotives obtained from the "black iron melting furnace" continues to increase, the patrol team is gradually expanding. With the guarantee of sufficient supplies, the distance of locomotives for the Yinyue City locomotives is getting farther and wider.

There are dozens of warning towers near the city entrance adjacent to the old highway in the four main directions. If the attacker has heavy weapons such as artillery, these defensive buildings made of reinforced concrete and hard stones will not play much role. However, for those refugees who come from the wilderness, and those mobs who have evolved into half-beast forms under the influence of radiation, their energy consumption has played an unimaginable role and are far greater than their actual effect.

Although there is no sunshine, the clouds cannot completely block all the temperature projected from the flame planet. The water in the soil begins to evaporate, and the surface soil layer even cracks open one after another. If the weather continues to dry in the next few months, these cracks will become bigger and deeper. Those who have just woken up from their winter sleep and are thrusting in the warm sun and wind asked: "Your Excellency, do you need me to kill him? This will be done once and for all."

"No! No! No! You'd better not do this-"

Klester waved his hand, turned around, looked at Stewart's puzzled face, and smiled faintly: "I need a manager. According to Bergson, the man named Lin Xiang is a mixture of liars, rogues and villains. Regardless of what Bergson was doing, that man is indeed very good at managing the city. I only believe in my own eyes. Haha! Using violence and "Jet" can easily destroy a city. However, it takes unimaginable energy and resources to incorporate it into the order system for management. Black Gold Town is too small, and it only belongs to David Castle. As for me... it's time to find a new home city of my own."

Stewart silently recalled these words, analyzed them word by word, and nodded with relief.

"Remember, give him enough respect. Even if he is too aggressive or angry, he is forbidden to act. Survival or death must be decided only by me-"

Klester's voice was extremely majestic and full of irresistible ingredients.

...

In the main conference hall of the Central Office Building in Yinyue City, as usual, there were long strips of long tables that were enough to accommodate 60 people to attend the meeting. However, few people sat around the table, and there were only five participants, including Stewart, who sat alone on the side of the long table and separated from the others by two chairs.

According to convention, Lin Xiang usually receives outsiders in his office. But this time the situation is a bit special. He received an alarm from the city guards half an hour ago. The convoy parked outside the west gate was painted with ugly and hideous "devil's claws" signs.

Lin Xiang was standing tall at the end of the long table as usual, with Wang Biao and Yang Hua on the left and right sides. On another high-backed chair that was handed down, she sat Blanche with a plain expression. Her legs crossed and her head raised under the table, her chest held high, and quietly waited for the chaos and storm that could come at any time with the best way to release the advantage of women but without politeness.

Stewart sat in the middle of the long table. Strictly speaking, this is not a formal guest seat, but it is closest to the gate of the conference hall. Even if it is not a formal negotiation, he is willing to choose seats according to his preferences. However, in this way, the two groups of people from different camps seem to be clearly distinguished. If you look at it from the side, Stewart, an outsider, is more like the owner sitting upright in the center of the hall.

"The words I just said are what my master means. I hope you can give me a clear answer-"

Although he used honorifics in terms of titles, Stewart's eyes did not tilt at all to Lin Xiang and others. His expressionless face was arrogance that could not be hidden.

The three men and a woman sitting on the side, only the guy named Yang Hua has the strength equivalent to a six-star parasite. Wang Biao and Blanche are also parasites, but their strength has just reached five-star. As for sitting on the top, they call the "City Lord" and their name is Lin Xiang, the young man who is too beautiful is actually a waste without any evolution or strengthening power. This strange combination makes Stewart really difficult to understand. Deep in his heart, the vigilance and prudence arise from Klester's repeated instructions were completely replaced by contempt and contempt.

Stewart does have the capital of pride—he is also a parasitic, and his strength is as high as seven stars.

As long as you are not a completely brainless idiot, you know it well - in the wasteland world, without ability, you have no rights.

Lin Xiang looked at him calmly, his eyes always as pure as water.

He hadn't spoken, and the power of silence seemed to completely suppress the unscathing anger of Wang Biao and Yang Hua. The atmosphere in the conference hall suddenly fell into coldness, and Stewart could even hear the slight breathing between his mouth and nose.

"I want to know what specific arrangements Mr. Kleist has for Hidden Moon City?"

Blanche sat up straight, her hands folded her hair back, and asked seriously: "The basic rule of this world is the prey of the jungle, and we all know this. I don't doubt Mr. Klester's ability to control everything. I just want to understand what he thinks about us and the rest of the city? Or should I say, what position he is going to arrange for us?"

"Location?" A trace of suspicion flashed in Stewart's eyes.

"The city lord, mayor, the highest military chief, the head of the city defense force, and more than a thousand managers of all sizes, do we still retain our original power? Or are we deprived of everything and become ordinary citizens who are no different from others?"

Blanche spoke aggressively, but her meaning was clear enough.

A hint of severity soon emerged on Stewart's cold face. In my memory, except for the powerful men who were strong towards Zhuo, no one dared to speak to him in such a proud tone. If it weren't for the repeated reassuring instructions from Klester, he would have pounced forward, twisted Blanche's neck, and smashed her arrogant but not beautiful head hard.

For some reason, Stewart suddenly felt a little uneasy. Anger did not completely drive away the necessary calmness in his mind. He knew very well that not everyone would succumb to absolute power. This kind of thing was recorded in very detailed records in books left over from the old era. Just as those lonely troops surrounded by powerful opponents in ancient wars who had been completely trapped in ammunition and food, on the eve of hopeless peace talks or even conquered by the enemy, they often made unexpected and radical actions.

Burn the city, kill all the residents, destroy all valuable things, stand on the ashes of white ground that cannot make the opponent gain any profit, and commit suicide with a look of arrogance and satisfaction.

In this situation where there is no solution, violence and anger have no effect. Even if you have more powerful power than the gods, you cannot make a small ant surrender.

Thinking of this, Stewart couldn't help but shivered.

The death of a million refugees has nothing to do with him. But if he angers Lord Klester... his fate can be imagined.

Stewart suddenly pushed away the chair, stood up, paced back and forth for a few steps, and his gloomy eyes circled back and forth on Lin Xiang and others. After a long time, he took a deep breath and asked coldly: "Tell me! What do you want?"

"We have no intention of threatening you."

Lin Xiang raised his head and said with a smile: "You should understand that this city is the result of our hard work in the wilderness. Of course, we will not ignore Lord Klester's orders. I mean, can we... find some kind of balance between power and interests that both of us can satisfy?"

The chill on Stewart's face calmed slightly. He nodded: "Continue talking."

Lin Xiang's smile became more and more intense. He bowed slightly and said respectfully: "Lord Klester can get Yinyue City. We can even admit that he has become the real city lord now. However, in terms of profits..."

"Tell me! How many benefits do you want to share?"

Stewart already fully understood what Lin Xiang said. Although he was a little angry, his face seemed very calm. In his opinion, this was the normal attitude that the conquered should have. No one could give up all the benefits in his hands with just one sentence. The strong can crush all existences that are weaker than him, but they can only get a pile of useless ruins. Obviously, the few people in front of him don’t want to die yet. They are racking their brains to keep enough benefits. Whether it is a parasite or an ordinary person, it is the same.

If the other party has no conditions and agrees to his request very simply, Stewart will become suspicious. Because that is not normal.

"We are responsible for helping Kleister manage the city, and in terms of income...55 points."

After hesitating for a moment, Lin Xiang seemed to have made a great decision and raised his right hand with difficulty and stretched out five fingers.

Stewart stared at Lin Xiang with a cold expression. After several minutes, he sneered from his nostrils: "This matter must be decided by Lord Klester, and I have no right to decide what you request. Be prepared, Your Excellency Klester will enter the city in the evening. If you want to talk to him to get more benefits, it is best to prepare more and do a better job."

"Of course."

Lin Xiang responded hurriedly: "I will prepare an additional copy for you in the income. Dear Lord Stewart."

Hearing this, the coldness on Stewart's face finally soothed. He glanced at Lin Xiang with his eyes looking at the dog and the idiot, and a faint smile of contempt appeared on the corner of his tight lips, and turned around and walked out of the conference hall.

...

As the steps in the corridor became farther and farther away, the conference hall completely returned to silence. The few people sitting around the long table did not speak, and they all focused their eyes on Lin Xiang, as if that was the focus of attracting attention.

"What should we do?"

Blanche has lost her usual calmness, and she knocked on the table anxiously with her fingers and said, "According to the guards at the West Gate of the city, they can sense the powerful aura of the Nine Star Parasite from Kleist. We... can we deal with it?"

Wang Biao and Yang Hua did not answer. They were nervously paying attention to every change on Lin Xiang's face. Negotiation and debate were not their strengths. If the final choice was to fight, even if the enemy in front of them was a parasitic general with a higher level than the parasitic, they would rush forward without hesitation and try their best to die with their opponents.

Lin Xiang had already put away his flattering and sweet smile, and the expression on his face became very serious. He slowly clenched his hands and slowly separated, as if he was considering something difficult to decide.

"It's really strange... He didn't mention Boris and Brooke. You know, that guy Brooke is Klester's biological son."

Blanche and the other three looked shaking, and they could all understand the hidden meaning in this sentence.

"Is this a test?" Wang Biao pinched his wrist hard, making a crisp joint sound.

"have no idea."

Lin Xiang shook his head: "If you have to give a reasonable explanation for what happened just now, then Klester's attention in money will obviously be far greater than family affection. But Boris also said at that time that Brooke was his only son."

"Whether it is a test or not, we must make relevant arrangements in advance."

After pausing for a moment, Lin Xiang added: "The Nine Star Parasite is completely different from the evolved people in the ordinary sense. "The Claw" is a very mysterious killer group. We have no information about Klester. Relying solely on breath sensing is only used as a reference, and it may be more difficult to deal with than imagined. But no matter what, the development of the situation is not as terrible as imagined. We also hold the trump card they don't know."

"I believe you can solve Klester. But what should I do next? He is the vice president of "Claws", and it is difficult for us to make a perfect disguise like the last time. If he dies here, the entire "Claws" group will be heard. Especially their president David Castle... that is an extremely powerful opponent."
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