"We'll never come into conflict with the Foundation caravan. Whatever they want, we'll just give it to them."
"Judging by their behavior now, they probably don't want any interaction with us either. They only want to clear out a site for those outsiders to search for mature Calm Powder."
"In that case, we only need to report this news to Qinggang Shelter at the right time. They can deal with the trouble that follows."
Chapman's plan was far-reaching. It seemed he hadn't come up with it on a whim.
As it turned out, a thirst for revenge could indeed make someone grow rapidly.
A long time ago, he had merely been the commander of a combat brigade at Qinggang Shelter. Now, he had risen all the way to become Giant City Shelter's deputy administrator and wielder of its military power.
It was this blood feud that had supported him throughout his journey and driven him constantly forward.
Aldrich's reason for promoting Chapman was simple as well. Giant City Shelter truly needed a hawkish figure to ensure that its rightful interests weren't inexplicably lost.
"I understand. When the meeting begins, I'll bring it up."
Watching more and more Marauders hiding in the ruins being "cleared out" by Powered Battle Armor, Aldrich's expression shifted. In the end, he let out a soft sigh, stood up, and left.
Every shelter raised some Marauders above its own territory, using them as eyes and ears.
If the people they had provoked were a passing dragon, he would still have been willing to go out and mediate.
But these people from the Foundation were clearly gods descended from the heavens.
Mercy did not mean weakness.
Between the interests of Giant City Shelter and these unofficial personnel known as Marauders, Aldrich naturally chose the former.
Besides, he