The Unexpected Comfort Was Gone Again

Lin Qi's good mood came quickly and went quickly.

Just as people were conducting basic checks and taking forms around Asier and his group, a commotion suddenly broke out on the outer edge of the crowd.

The riots were spreading rapidly from the periphery to the center, and the expressions of many people who were queuing or watching the commotion changed considerably. Soon, only Asier and some staff members remained around him.

A group of locals, wielding sticks and other weapons, rushed over aggressively. They overturned chairs and tables blocking the road and beat others with sticks.

"Boss, I'll take care of these guys..." The sergeant, who was sitting in the corner, stood up with Sergeant gun in his hand. His face was not good. His job was to maintain stability, but it was clear that he couldn't do that.

Lin Qi paid them far more each month than they had in the army, and even their families got jobs in Lin Qi's companies if they wanted.

At first, they may not have been used to this change, from being loyal to the country to being loyal to an individual. After all, not long ago, they would get up at the crack of dawn every morning and run laps around the Federal National flag while singing the national anthem.

But now, they are given orders not by "Chief," but by "sir," even though the two words are sometimes the same word, or even pronounced the same.

The people outside made him lose face. He had just told Lin Qi that the social environment here was very stable, and they were practically bored out of their minds. But the very next day, they had given him an embarrassing moment! These people really knew how to seize an opportunity! He was furious. The other soldiers who Lin Qi earlier also looked a little embarrassed and resentful. Just as they were about to leave, Lin Qi raised his hand and stopped them.

"No, don't show yourselves. Don't disturb them when they don't make a move. I believe the bullets in your guns will resolve the conflict faster than they do with their outdated weapons, right?"

The Sergeant nodded, but instead of returning to their positions immediately, they had everyone find suitable shooting spots together.

This does not mean that they are going to take the lives of locals at any time. There are other ways to stop a conflict than killing one side. Incapacitating one side to harm others is also a way.

Lin Qi just watched, calmly watching.

In fact, from the very beginning, he knew that something like this would happen: domestic forces, foreign forces, ideological clashes, social conflicts, religion, faith, freedom...

There are too many things that conflict with local traditional culture. Some of these conflicts may not be very pronounced, such as simple issues like lifestyle habits.

However, there are also some potential issues that could lead to strong conflicts, such as religion and beliefs.

These problems are definitely impossible to cover up or suppress. Historically, only things at the Upper Class can be covered up; things at the bottom can never be covered up.

The reason is simple: the base number is set here.

The problems at the Upper Class are just individual problems of a few people. Even if the group is expanded, it is still just a problem of a small group of people, about five percent of the population.

As long as these people don't speak up, the remaining 95% will become blind and deaf. Moreover, these lower and middle-class people, the 95% of this society, obtain information from the Upper Class precisely through what the Upper Class tells them directly.

This further eliminates the possibility of lower-level people spontaneously discovering the truth and secrets, as they simply have no means to do so.

As for why the problems at the lower levels cannot be covered up, it's because once these problems surface, they represent 85% or 95% of the issues. The decisions of the final 5% of people are not even that important.

So Lin Qi knew from the beginning that the development of Nagaril would not be smooth sailing, and that this would not be the last conflict; it was just the first.

What he wants to know now is who is behind these people, or what their purpose is.

The crowd that sparked the riot had stormed into the heart of the job recruitment area. They were mostly young people, around twenty years old, with some children even younger.

They gradually stopped in front of Asier, seemingly arguing about something, Lin Qi soon found out.

The noise coming from outside the glass wall grew louder and louder, and some locals who were originally just watching the commotion actually joined the group.

They raised their fists and waved them rhythmically, shouting slogans like "Foreigners get out!"

Seeing these people moving so in such an orderly fashion, and seeing them chanting slogans that may have been prepared days or even longer ago, Lin Qi absolutely did not believe that these people had no one supporting them or directing them.

At the same time, this will also be a big problem, a host's malice towards an "unfriendly guest"!

Less than a minute later, a group of police officers came running from a distance, blowing sharp whistles. In the past, these people would have scattered and fled at this time, but this time it was unexpected.

Especially the leaders among them, instead of running away, they just stood there, as if they were deliberately waiting for the police to arrest them.

The moment the police made contact with them, batons covered with a very thin layer of rubber struck them. They did not lie on the ground and roll around to avoid the blows as they had done in the past.

Instead, they stood there stiffly, letting the police batons fall on their bodies and heads, even when they were beaten until their skin was torn and their heads were bleeding.

Perhaps the unexpected toughness of these people caught the police off guard, as they actually stopped attacking them and stood there somewhat bewildered.

The event happened so suddenly that they suddenly realized they didn't actually have much experience or ability to handle such unexpected situations.

These people simply stood there without dodging or avoiding, which was enough to leave them at a loss.

Lin Qi's expression remained calm; he knew these policemen had done something stupid.

When a person on the side of justice discovers a scoundrel on the side of evil doing something bad, he can pretend he knows nothing and walk by.

However, once he chooses to intervene, there must be a tangible result, or the intervention must be thorough enough. In that case, what he did before will cause far more harm to society than if he did nothing at all.

In the past, people might have harbored a certain sense of luck, perhaps believing that evil simply went undetected while it was growing. But now, people only have a different feeling...

The young man in the lead suddenly raised an arm; his head had been broken in several places, and blood covered his original appearance.

Under the sunlight, among a group of fierce and menacing policemen, some thin and pitiful figures still stood. Amidst the chilling crimson, there was a pair of clear black and white eyes. He raised his arm, saying nothing, and showing no expression whatsoever.

He slowly looked at everyone's faces, and the policeman standing next to him took a few steps back, looking somewhat uncomfortable.

Most people didn't dare to look him in the eye, but some people withstood a kind of pressure they couldn't describe and slowly raised their arms.

The atmosphere at the scene was extremely oppressive, and Lin Qi's expression finally changed.

"Do you have a phone?" He turned to look at the Cafe owner who was also watching the commotion not far away. He was a local who came out from behind the counter. It was unclear whether he was the owner, just a waiter, or both.

The boss and waiter nodded quickly, "Yes, sir..." He looked at Lin Qi, his lips, which had just closed, seemed about to open again, but in the end he said nothing.

He intended to tell Lin Qi that making a phone call would incur an extra charge, and that in Nagaril, anything related to "modernity" was expensive, such as a telephone.

But he didn't say anything because the weapons in the hands of the foreigners around Lin Qi made him afraid to speak. He didn't want to cause any misunderstandings over a small amount of money, and he was willing to bear the extra loss just to avoid trouble.

Lin Qi dialed the Police Station, and several police cars quickly arrived. The Police Station wasn't actually that far from here.

When the Police Chief arrived at the scene, he first straightened his clothes, then his belt. When he saw the bewildered police officers, his face darkened even more.

He pulled out his baton, and this time he attacked not only the young people covered in blood, but also the police officers.

More police, more chaotic scenes, but something seems to have changed.

Meanwhile, a few kilometers away, in a villa—it's hard to describe, and to call it a villa would be an understatement.

But to call it a manor or even a castle would be too much of an exaggeration.

The cheap land in Nagaril allows people to build very large houses, especially the wealthy, who can add bricks and tiles to their houses without restraint until they are satisfied.

This house is like that. It occupies a large area, but the tallest part is only three stories high. In fact, only one and a half owners live in the entire complex. The rest are servants who serve them.

Simon was speaking quietly with several people in the Side Hall. They all looked very serious. The room was filled with smoke, and even with the windows open, the strong smell of smoke lingered.

Outside the door, a somewhat thin child was carefully carrying a tray. He was Simon's son with a local, but his status was not high, which might be related to the fact that his mother was not a legitimate daughter.

Of course, it could also be related to the fact that he was a "mixed-race" and Simon didn't like this child who was born to fit in with the locals.

In short, his position was awkward; he was practically the owner of the house.

His status was slightly higher than that of ordinary people, but compared to Simon and those foreigners, he was still half a head lower.

Simon was discussing something with his friends at that moment; normally only Simon's biological son was allowed to enter at this time.

Those people had been inside for a long time, and as usual, he prepared fresh Flower Tea tea and pastries to send in.

He knew Simon didn't like him, but he believed that as long as he worked hard, he would definitely be able to change his father's mind.

The moment he pushed open the door, he had barely uttered half a "father" when a teacup smashed on his forehead, making him dizzy.

He heard a series of angry commands, which sounded nothing like a father speaking to his child.

"Get out!"

"Immediately!"