"How are things in the north? Will Red Star cooperate?"
"The Old Maozi don't even know what they're doing themselves. No matter how nicely they put it, would you believe them? Their territory is too vast. They can't even handle the fires breaking out everywhere at the center now. Who knows what will happen next."
On the train heading south, Lu PingAn naturally ran into the investigation team bound for the Red Star Republic.
But ever since they met, the other side had been complaining nonstop. This trip clearly had not gone smoothly.
The head of the Red Star investigation team was speaking with Lu PingAn's attendants in the dining car next door, while Lu PingAn casually chatted with the team's special consultant. High-ranking Transcendents without a clearly defined identity were increasingly becoming dominant figures in human society. This subtly independent status, preserving one's freedom of movement, was often a nominal title held by the strong.
"...Have a drink. This damned weather always reminds me of the days I spent hiding from wolves in the snow-covered mountains."
Lu PingAn accepted the red wine and clinked glasses with the woman before him, who looked somewhat like a vampire.
"Miss Li Na, what do you think? Will they send troops?"
Lu PingAn had not looked through the documents she carried. Those analytical reports and data were tedious and complicated, and he had no interest in wasting too much time on them.
Besides, compared to those dull figures, Lu PingAn trusted the instincts and perceptions of Transcendents more.
"...They have the will, but not the strength. As I said, Red Star is too big. Compared to its strength, its territory is simply too vast."
Now Lu PingAn understood.
Li Na had a name better known to the public—"the Bloody Countess, Olga V. Hillrona."