But toward the common people in the lower strata, the Imperium remained highly restrained. After all, the population here was small, and it lay far from the Imperium's populated regions. Hardly any colony ships were willing to come to a godforsaken place like this.
Lin Fan had no doubt that if the planets around Damocles Gulf had been populous enough and close enough, the Imperium would absolutely have branded these weak-willed civilians as Excommunicate Traitoris and purged them planet by planet.
One could only say that the Imperium's weak control over the Eastern Fringe had instead saved these coerced civilians.
Feeling a giant staring at him from behind, Lin Fan sniffed the air.
"Oh! It's you, Kaiser Whitefang. I thought you old bastard had already kicked the bucket."
"Haha! You son of a bitch!" Kaiser Whitefang did not care about Lin Fan's teasing in the slightest. He and Lin Fan had become quite close; if he had the time, he might even introduce Lin Fan to Logan, the Wolf Lord.
Taking the mead Kaiser Whitefang handed him, Lin Fan asked what had brought him here.
Kaiser Whitefang laughed loudly and squatted beside Lin Fan without the slightest grace. "What you just said—is it true that Commissar Cain crippled the T'au equipment? I keep thinking you were the one who did it."
"Cough, cough..." Lin Fan carefully looked left and right, then quietly told Kaiser Whitefang the truth.
"It wasn't Cain, and it wasn't me."
"Then who did it?"
"Uh... secret?"
"Seriously? With the relationship we have, what can't you tell me?"
Lin Fan gave Kaiser Whitefang a helpless look. I'm dating Slaanesh, and I've got Nurgle's soup in my stomach. Would you believe me if I told you?
"It was Priest Delia."
"Really? That's wonderful. You have to help me—those