The Hunters Have Arrived

In the end, Lin Qi gave up the idea of making up the money for the girl. Thirty thousand yuan was not a particularly large sum of money. Once the agency found out, they would only think that the donation was too small, not too large.

If they could get in touch with Lin Qi, they would be willing to pay 300,000 yuan if Lin Qi supported them even once.

The unrest continued, and on the third day after it began, chaos erupted throughout the entire province.

On the fifth day of the unrest, unrest also began to break out in some cities in other provinces. By the end of October, almost the entire Nagaril, except for the Royal Capital, was in chaos.

The unrest came quickly, showing signs of being orchestrated, and also exposed a completely new organization that no one had previously thought of: Nagaril Youth Party.

Nagaril Youth Party has a presence in almost every city and province, and they have even spearheaded some "changes."

During this massive upheaval, Youth Party put forward a slogan that gained widespread support. "Take responsibility for yourself and be your own master."

This slogan isn't as catchy, sensational, or appealing as some others, but it's more inflammatory. Many people, especially young people, have been moved by these individuals and their slogan and have joined Nagaril Youth Party.

So quickly, this slogan evolved into a second, more advanced version. "Take responsibility for your own future and be the master of your own destiny." In a short time, the Youth Party grew and expanded at an unimaginable speed amidst the turmoil.

"We must quell this unrest."

At the end of October, on October 22nd, nearly two weeks after Lin Qi's birthday, the entire Nagaril was in a bizarre state of disorder.

Local governments seemed unconcerned about the chaos, merely telling the public in the newspapers that everything would be alright, but without taking any substantial further action.

More and more wealthy people are disappearing rapidly, and foreigners, locals, and even some moderately wealthy families are becoming targets of attacks.

After a brief period of frenzied activity, the Nagaril Youth Party headquarters, which had already begun to make a name for itself, sent a message to its branches in all provinces that the unrest must be quelled as soon as possible!

A chaotic Nagaril is of no benefit to either the poor or the rich; chaos only brings destruction, not positive change.

After the news reached the Mengwu Province, the leader of the Mengwu Province Youth Party Leader, who was short in stature but had an extraordinary appearance and an upright demeanor, convened this meeting.

They are no longer the small, powerless organization that had to hide in the dense forests outside the city; they have grown into a force to be reckoned with.

They were now sitting in Simon's former house, a luxurious mansion that they could never have imagined in the past.

Just two weeks ago, they weren't even allowed to get close to these houses, let alone walk into the rooms with their mud-covered shoes or bare feet on the grass.

Now, they sat on soft sofas, sipping drinks only gentlemen could enjoy, smoking imported cigarettes and Federal Kolef —life was truly full of surprises! The short young man tapped his finger on the coffee table, making a "thump-thump" sound, which brought the others' attention back to the table. He reiterated his demand, "We must end the turmoil as soon as possible!"

Simon's child... he now has a name, Gardon, which Simon gave the boy according to the custom of the place where he was born.

After witnessing the "bandits" shoot and kill his father, he considered changing his name because he felt that having that name on him was a kind of... he couldn't describe the feeling.

There is fear, humiliation, hatred, but also nostalgia for the past and longing for what once existed.

But he gave up. He wanted to prove to Simon, who had returned to the embrace of God, that his excellence was something his unseen brother could never match. He would prove that he was Simon's best son. So he kept the foreign name, Gardon, which could also be called Gordon.

When locals pronounce "Gordon" in their local Common Language, it sounds more like "Gardon," so it's acceptable to say either Gardon or Gordon. It's a new name that combines elements of both cultures.

Gardon sat next to the short young man, and in less than two weeks, he matured quickly.

His temperament has also changed a lot. He is no longer the same as before. Although he is somewhat sad and pessimistic, he is still a youthful, lively, and sunny young man.

At this moment, he looked somewhat gloomy and unapproachable. His slightly sunken eye sockets gave him a sinister feeling, and being stared at by him for too long was a bit creepy.

He rarely speaks at such meetings, but today he seemed somewhat puzzled. "We could have taken this opportunity to gain more substantial benefits, so why end it so soon?"

During this period, the local Youth Party has "helped" eight business families with foreign backgrounds, protecting their heirs from harm, although their fathers all met with misfortune, which is a stroke of luck amidst misfortune.

They could do even more, seizing the assets of those who don't cooperate through cunning and force, which would be much easier than competing later.

Moreover, the more solid the foundation we lay now, the greater our chances of winning when competing with the Federal in the future.

Ironically, the Federal suffered almost no losses in this unrest! These members of the Youth Party also tried to storm the Federal's outposts at the docks or Warehouse District, but unfortunately they encountered strong resistance. The Federal did not hesitate to shoot the activists they brought, whom the media called "mobs."

They left behind anywhere with anywhere from a dozen to several hundred corpses before departing, which meant that the Federal forces suffered no real damage other than expending some bullets.

This movement, which should never have erupted, ultimately only cleaned up Nagaril's internal relations and a small number of foreign merchants from the Preton era, without posing any obstacle to the real Federal people who intended to invade the area in a more moderate manner.

To counter these powerful Federal members, it seems the only option right now is to play by the rules and defeat them commercially.

Having been exposed to this kind of thing from a young age, Gardon had gained some insights into it. As a child who always wanted to prove himself, he was much smarter than Simon had imagined.

Gardon's idea was to strengthen himself by leveraging the Youth Party.

The short young man was silent for a moment, then shook his head. "If we continue to make trouble, we're only targeting our own people. Our enemy isn't ourselves, but those foreigners."

"Destruction cannot make our nation and country strong. We must be wary of these Federal, but we must also use their strength to develop ourselves."

"We never expected this turmoil to happen, so it should be over now."

There are actually deeper reasons behind this. The real Ruling Class has not yet made a move. The various clans are firmly entrenched in their own territories, not threatening the status of these people. No matter what happens outside, it is irrelevant to them.

They are merely observing for now. If they cannot quell the unrest now, the growing size and influence of Youth Party will become a problem for them once they intervene.

Before they are targeted and antagonized by the Ruling Class at the top, they must demonstrate their harmlessness, that they will mediate between the people and the rulers, and that they will quell the unrest. Even if someone is to be held responsible, it should not be them.

No one else objected, and the short young man continued to explain his ideas, "Actually, things aren't so chaotic here anymore. Let them go home first, and then..." He turned to look at Gardon and the other mixed-race children on his left, "...I need your help."

Gardon nodded. "You said..." He held a high position among the mixed-race children. Only his father was someone he had personally shot and killed. The fathers of the others were killed by members of the Youth Party and mobs.

They either knew about it or just watched, and compared to Gardon's actions, they were naturally inferior.

"I need you to put up recruitment posters that state that you have no criminal record. This will encourage people to go home more quickly. No matter how many people you hire, you must make a big splash!"

Recruiting will bring those who were wandering around looking for opportunities back home, and they should probably go into hiding to reap the benefits they've gained from this unrest.

Gardon nodded without objecting; he did indeed have the idea of hiring.

Unlike Simon, he believed that there were still considerable profits to be made locally, and there was no need to abandon everything and leave.

"In addition, I hope you can donate some money," the short young man said after a few seconds of silence, making his second request.

He looked at these "heirs," and apart from Gardon, who could meet his gaze, the others looked away the moment their eyes met his.

"Lin Qi and the Federal ' donations have put us in a very passive position. Now some people in the international community think that we started this turmoil and then asked the Federal to help clean up the mess."

"As this content continues to ferment over time, the victims of this turmoil will also think so."

"If the rulers guide us any further, our reputation will soon be ruined. So we should also donate money to help some people and stabilize the gains we have made recently..."

As they were talking, gunshots suddenly rang out in the distance, accompanied by a faint commotion.

The short young man immediately stood up in surprise and doubt. He patted the cadre to his right, urging them to find out what had happened, and ran upstairs, trying to see what was going on in the distance.

The gunfire grew increasingly intense, and the young man's complexion worsened. Then, a piece of news made him realize the seriousness of the situation.

"The Fur Merchant Hunting Squad has entered the city..."