Ursus Chairman of the Purge Committee

"Water can carry a boat, but it can also capsize it. I became a leader by promising them a good life."

"If I ask them to give up their good life now, I will definitely be dismissed."

"To get the Reunion Movement moving again, I estimate the budget won't be too high; 20 billion Lungmen Dollar will suffice."

"In addition, we need equipment to arm 100,000 people."

"Without these, I really couldn't command them."

"Please, Your Majesty, do not offer any discounts midway; the full amount must be settled in one lump sum."

"Otherwise, I can't say whether the Empire's plan can proceed."

Chapter 250 Chairman of the Ursus Anti-Corruption Committee

When Luo Chen's reply with his conditions reached Fyodor and his ministers.

The joyful atmosphere of opening champagne instantly froze, and Fyodor's previously confident and composed expression vanished.

At this moment, as if covered by ice and snow, they became astonished and surprised.

His eyes were wide open, as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

"The Reunion Movement needs 10 billion in military spending and the equipment of 100,000 people before they are willing to carry out the Empire's next plan."

"Lermontov, that fellow is a traitor! How dare he make demands of me!!!"

"How dare he! He's gone too far!"

"I want to kill him."

Fyodor was so enraged by Lermontov's conditions that his hands trembled slightly, and he broke down in anger and cursed loudly in front of all the ministers.

The royalist confidants gathered around Fyodor were all dumbfounded.

Their emotions—surprise, doubt, unease—were intertwined, creating an indescribable atmosphere.

However, they were more composed than Fyodor.

Many advised Fyodor not to act impulsively.

"Your Majesty, please... consider this carefully!"

"Lermontov is currently in Lungmen, so killing him is virtually impossible. If we anger him and cause the Reunion Movement to actually defect to Lungmen, then our plan will be ruined."

"Yes, Your Majesty, we must be cautious!"

The ministers' reminders helped Fyodor calm down a bit.

He is now in a relationship with the Reunion Movement where their fates are intertwined.

If we recklessly eliminate Lermontov, causing the Reunion Movement to completely spiral out of control...

So, what was buried with Lermontov was his own imperial prestige.

Those resentful nobles will definitely seize on this and try to force Fyodor to relinquish more power.

"Be careful! How can you expect me to be careful? That's a hundred billion!"

"That's all my money!"

Fyodor clenched his fists, his face as red as if he couldn't poop.

All the good impression Lermontov had given him in the past had vanished at this moment.

The ministers of the world are generally bad.

No matter how loyal I appeared in the past, it was all just waiting for an opportunity.

Now that Lermontov had the opportunity to raise the price, he immediately bared his fangs.

He demands 10 billion Lungmen Dollar right off the bat; why doesn't he just rob the national bank?

That's 10 billion Lungmen Dollar.

The military budgets of the Empire's two army groups are less than 10 billion.

"Your Majesty, Lermontov wants 10 billion; of course, we can't possibly give him that much."

"But the fact that he can ask for money means that he personally has a need for the empire."

"Besides, his family is still in the hands of the Empire, so we might as well try negotiating with him first."

"If he can lower his demands, we might agree."

"As for his crime of angering His Majesty, he can be dealt with at any time when the war breaks out."

"In short, it's not time for us to break ties with him yet. We must get the Reunion Movement to attack Chernobog."

"Your Majesty, you should personally send a telegram to praise Lermontov and persuade him to reconsider the terms."

The ministers advised Fyodor not to act impulsively.

Currently, all factions within the empire have invested a significant amount of time and money in this plan.

If this plan fails, all the major powers in the empire will suffer severe losses.

The major powers certainly wouldn't kill Fyodor.

However, they will definitely unite to suppress this group of royalists, wipe them out, and use this to fill the hole left by the extravagant spending.

Even if the Reunion Movement goes too far now, they cannot bear the consequences of the Reunion Movement getting out of control.

"This traitor did such a thing, and you still want me to praise him?" Fyodor was furious.

He felt like a useless person who had been cheated on in front of others and still had to sing for them.

"Your Majesty, please don't forget that it was you who promoted Lermontov all the way to his current position," someone couldn't help but remind Fyodor.

Fyodor's mouth opened slightly, revealing a hint of astonishment.

That's so frustrating!

He brought the green hat home himself.

"Alright, alright, let's take control of Lermontov's family first." Fyodor waved his hand guiltily.

"Go and send a letter to Lermontov, praising his achievements on my behalf, and at the same time negotiating with him about lowering the terms."

While the Empire was still calculating how much leverage he wanted, Luo Chen had already handed over the task of negotiating with the Empire entirely to Talulah and FrostNova.

Getting money was not Luo Chen's goal at all.

Even if they could obtain equipment for 100,000 troops, it wouldn't make much of a difference against Ursus.

His purpose in asking the Empire for leverage was simply to draw all of the Empire's attention to this matter.

What Luo Chen really needs to do is to feign one move while secretly making another.

In military operations, he could not possibly be a match for the empire.

But infiltration and incitement are his specialties.

He wants to take down Chernobog in a legal and compliant manner.

Night fell.

Outside the Lungmen Guard Department's prison, Talulah blocked Luo Chen's path and dragged him into a small alley.

"Luo Chen... do I still have a chance to be resurrected?"

Talulah pinned Luo Chen against the wall with her sword.

They said they were asking questions, but their actions were more like interrogation.

"Are you going to make me play Lermontov for the rest of my life?"

After receiving Luo Chen's instructions, Talulah found him immediately.

He thought that after impersonating Luo Chen for a while, he could finally be himself again.

But now it seems that Luo Chen is going to kill her in a sense.

Talulah needs to have a serious talk with Luo Chen about this issue.

I have a name and a surname; I can't just live like a dead person forever, can I?

And having his own sister right in front of him, yet unable to acknowledge her for so long, is just too agonizing.

Today, I must get an explanation from Luo Chen.

Talulah now had the face of Lermontov, that of a middle-aged man in his forties.

Luo Chen was his own youthful appearance.

Talulah pinned Luo Chen against the wall, which to outsiders looked like a forty-year-old man dragging Luo Chen into a small alley and pinning him against the wall.

Unaware of the truth, the members of the Reunion Movement's entourage met with two high-ranking members of the Reunion Movement and discovered this unspeakable secret.

They immediately and tactfully ran away, giving them plenty of space.

At this moment, with Talulah's knife to his neck, Luo Chen remained completely calm:

"Of course you have a chance to be resurrected, but not now. Revealing your identity now will only completely shatter Chen Huijie's mentality, turning her into a self-destructive piece of trash."

"For the sake of your sister's mental and physical well-being, you shouldn't rush to resurrect her. It's not too late for you to come back to life after she has completely let go of this matter and found something more important to pursue."

"Of course, if you insist on being resurrected, you can jump out on her face later to give her a surprise, and then tell her you're so clever, you've been tricked."

"What do you think Chen Huijie killed over a hundred people, would think?"

Luo Chen stared directly at Talulah with his sharp eyes, just like a teacher giving a lecture.

They completely lacked the self-awareness expected of troublemakers.

It's as if he didn't do any of this.

"Would Chen Huijie feel that he had indiscriminately killed innocent people, and then, unable to bear it, attempt suicide?" Talulah guessed.

"Who knows?" Luo Chen waved his hand dismissively. "You can try. Anyway, she's not my sister. I wouldn't be sad if she died."

"Forget it then. I'm already dead anyway, so I'm not in a hurry to be resurrected in the next few days."

With that, Talulah sheathed her sword. "But how are you going to make Chen Huijie realize that she wasn't indiscriminately killing innocent people?"

Chen Huijie was due to her experience and the preferential treatment Wei Yenwu gave her in the workplace.

She lacks sufficient understanding of the evil forces of bureaucracy, capital, and all other evil forces.

Luo Chen and Talulah wouldn't feel sorry for those greedy people who died, but Chen Huijie, with her limited understanding, might easily get stuck on a futile thought.

Luo Chen replied:

"The problem is simple; she doesn't know enough about it. Just take her to meet them."

"The political environment in Ursus is far darker and bloodier than in Lungmen."

"Ursus is the perfect place for your sister to mature. I guarantee that after a period of training, she will definitely become a talent capable of carrying out a major purge without batting an eye."

Talulah's lips twitched, and she muttered, "Isn't this just an executioner? You'd better not take her to settle down."

"I can't even imagine what kind of butcher Huijie will become."

Talulah and Luo Chen walked side by side into the Lungmen Guard Department's prison. When they reached the deepest part of the prison, the warden and deputy warden simultaneously entered the password to open the cell door where serious offenders were held.

In the dimly lit cell, a faint beam of light pierced through the crack in the door, foreshadowing the impending change.

As the heavy iron chains slid slowly across the ground, making a screeching sound, the thick and ancient prison door was finally pushed open.

A damp, musty smell wafted over, causing one to frown.

Inside the cell, Chen Huijie sat upright on the bed, her eyes closed, as if she were deep in thought or resting.

Her face was stern and still, like a sculpture; only the slight rise and fall of her chest proved that she was still alive.

She exuded an indescribable aura, a murderous aura emanating from someone who had returned from the battlefield and experienced the baptism of life and death.

This aura was cold and sharp, like the winter wind or a sharp blade, making people involuntarily feel awe and retreat.

It seems to penetrate one's soul, allowing one to feel the cruelty and ruthlessness she has experienced.

Her long hair was casually draped over her shoulders, and despite being in prison, she maintained an elegance and composure.

Her hands were clasped together in front of her chest, her fingers long and strong, as if ready to retaliate at any moment.