But then a problem arose...
Although no one wanted to refuse Heisenberg.
Of course they were willing to turn mutants into Awakened. Of course they were willing to embrace the future Heisenberg spoke of.
But...
Faced with Heisenberg's expectant gaze, before the White Queen could say anything, the underlings standing below began speaking up one after another.
"Boss, we... there are only so many of us right now. We're afraid we can't carry out your orders!"
"Yeah, Boss, and the club is out of money too. We haven't received our share for more than seven months..."
"Honestly, I don't mind whether we make money or not. After all, the White Queen treats us extremely well, feeding and housing us.
And there's alcohol to drink, and a nightclub where we can have fun..."
"White King, normally it's fine as long as we have something to eat.
But if we have to go out and work, we can't even afford plane tickets..."
"Yeah, not to mention guns and equipment. I've been using the same body armor for over nine months. I can't afford a replacement..."
The underlings' aggrieved voices mixed together, utterly baffling Heisenberg, who had been brimming with confidence just a second ago.
Faced with their complaints, Heisenberg looked blankly at the White Queen.
"Emma, what they said...?"
"Cough, cough!"
Emma looked a little embarrassed. She gave two light coughs and explained softly.
"Heisenberg, this... is indeed true.
Ever since Shaw died, our club has been suppressed by governments around the world, while also being closely watched by Charles's side.
As a result, our people have never had any opportunities to act.
Just imagine it: an entire club going ten years without any action, without any position, without any support from backers or corporations.
In short..."
At that, Emma sighed.
"I