Najjar's tone carried obvious personal grudges against Tripoli's local powers. This was also related to his work. Within the Cyrenaica Restoration Army, he was chiefly responsible for liaising with Tripoli City.
Thus, he had dealt with the local powers quite a few times. To put it bluntly, he represented the Restoration Army in "begging" the locals for support.
One could well imagine how unwelcome he was when facing the various local factions. Every time he met those haughty people, he still had to force a smile and humble himself.
Yet he had no choice but to do this work. The Cyrenaica Restoration Army was short on manpower to begin with. There were not many surviving Cyrenaicans left, and many who had fled Cyrenaica might not have been willing to risk their necks on this dangerous cause.
Therefore, all the former Cyrenaican resistance groups combined numbered fewer than four thousand people, and even those were divided among multiple factions.
The Restoration Army was already one of the strongest factions among them, yet it had only a little over a thousand members in total.
Let alone retaking Cyrenaica—with so few people, even if every resistance group were added together, they would merely be "scratching an itch" for the Italians.
Samir said, "Mr. Najjar, at present, cooperating with Tripoli's local powers is the only road open to us."
"Only when we face the Italians in the future will we truly be grasshoppers tied to the same rope. It would be best to put aside past prejudices."
Najjar picked up the coffee from the ground, took a large gulp, then said with a frown, "Naturally, I know what must be done. I will not be swayed by my emotions."
He then added, "We should even thank the Italians. If they had not come to