Babylon's face showed a look of sudden realization. Three years—an entire three years—and he still did not understand what it meant to be a resident of Trash Mountain.
But as one of Trash Mountain's residents, Big Beard understood far better than he did.
He knew perfectly well what little schemes his men were harboring in their hearts.
With so much wealth, they only needed to pull a few strings to get a share of it. Expecting their morals and integrity to prevent that from happening was simply wishful thinking.
And once they had money and power, they would quickly swell into members of a new privileged class.
Big Beard had seen this happen in Trash Mountain more times than he could count.
Those who began to distinguish themselves in Trash Mountain would soon be selected by the nobles and recruited into the City Defense Army.
And because these Trash Mountain residents who became City Defense Army soldiers knew every nook and cranny of Trash Mountain while also controlling its residents' lives and resources, they could exploit the people of Trash Mountain far more viciously than the city folk ever could.
The Revolutionary Army in the Kingdom of Goa could not be relied upon for purity or self-discipline. It was enough to treat them as Trash Mountain residents who had entered the city. Men like his former subordinates, once they gained power, would naturally set their sights on wealth or women next.
If not for the special operations squad from Revolutionary Army Headquarters currently stationed here, they probably would have long since abandoned their discipline and party spirit and begun acting with wild abandon.
Never underestimate poor people who had grown used to hardship. Giving them a huge sum of money all at once was not helping them—it was killing them.