"These are the coordinates of that island and the sins they committed there. Just a glance at the records is enough to fill any normal person with disgust and anger."
The Earl, full of amusement, ignored Master Fuli's mockery of Lin Qi. He pulled out a data card from the folds of fat under his arm.
The evils perpetrated by Lin Qi, from the Earl's perspective, weren't particularly vile.
When the overseas Lin faction and their allies sought indulgence, they mostly chose impoverished small countries and went to those places, lifting up victims who collapsed from hunger by handing them an assault rifle.
The maritime operations of the Lin faction and the large enterprises behind them in the military-industrial complex and mining only engaged in manipulations, at most acting as usurpers of nations. They needed constant regime changes to maintain the cycle of profits.
When Lin Qi and his group take over a nation, although regional public security becomes tumultuous, as long as the local population retains hope and ideals, there's always a chance to overturn Lin Qi and drive him out.
It may take countless years, but the possibility of a hero emerging does exist.
However, when a state falls into the hands of Vimal, from the day of the populace's defeat, it's like entering an abyss, and as time goes on, the citizenry further indulges.
They would promote rampant drug use, and when those most addicted eventually succumb, impoverished people who call themselves "scavengers" would take the bodies to chemical companies in the syndicate.
After a series of processes, the bodies are powdered to reduce drug toxicity and are made into painkillers, sold in bulk at low prices in the areas they control.
Without external intervention, regions under the control of the syndicate are akin to eternal damnation.
The most known is the [Banana Republic], and if not for Xia Country's intervention last year, the people there would still be under the control of another agricultural food syndicate.
Industries related to clothing, food, housing, and transportation are often where syndicate landlords are most likely to emerge.
[Bless the Polar King for a great victory, to eradicate the blasphemous heretics, end Vimal's rule, and let those who distort the oracle meet a bad end!—Lucy 6 handed over the data card and prayed in her heart to God to respond to her wish to completely end Vimal. She couldn't bear the ugly faces of those heretics any longer; virtue is what God hopes for in humanity, yet those heretics use virtue as a tool to manipulate those who disagree with them!]
[Wish fulfilled: Contrary to humanity! (Moral coercion is a very effective method, and it's essential for unscrupulous people bullying honest folks. Suffering deeply from double standards, Lucy's heart is already twisted, and she longs to see those hypocrites die miserably on the streets...)]
As the Earl placed the data card on the ground, Master Fuli suddenly had a golden flash in his mind, revealing a wish detail page.
Master Fuli glanced at the wish, and his expression froze as the Earl's inner thoughts and her name were listed among the wishes.
Except.
The Earl's real name is somewhat peculiar, Lucy 6, clearly not a normal name but rather a kind of code.
"How accurate is it?"
Li Wenkang reached out to retrieve the storage card on the table, placing it into a tackle box and looking at the chubby Earl, inquiring.
"All records are 100% accurate because Vimal invited me to a party, and I've visited the island, that island named [Peace Island]... Hohoho."
The Earl let out a deep laughter, shaking his head, making it clear that Peace Island is anything but peaceful.
"That's all I'll say on this matter! The rest I've already documented in the files. Now, let's drink!"
The Earl raised his wine glass in hand, pausing the conversation at a subtle moment. Continuing would no longer be his narrative, but a discussion from each person's standpoint.
What he wanted to say was already documented, and he didn't want to touch on position-related topics, which would turn the originally relaxed atmosphere into one full of "smoke."
Lin Qi was here for profit and revenge.
Li Wenkang had an indifferent expression, obviously unconcerned about the life and death of other entities. Those entities weren't under the jurisdiction of Xia Country in life, nor of Fengdu in death...
So...what does their life or death have to do with me? When they receive identity cards, then they can talk to me.
...
The private party continued, avoiding discussions of the [landlord class], focusing instead on the Earl's collection of wines, cigars, and nuns.
The wines weren't expensive, ranging from five to ten thousand dollars, with an emphasis on grape variety, region, and harvest climate.
Wine from a favorable climate year tends to be instantly sold out when released by top-tier wineries.
The nun's legs were fair, with black garter stockings, appearing very nourishing. The Earl chuckled mischievously, squeezing the rounded forms of two nuns as he laughed.
"Hohoho... The alcohol is hitting me, you know Xia Country's laws; chopsticks are paired, but a bedmate can only have one by their side, right?"
"I'm taking my leave then..."
The Earl rode his electric scooter, hauling his five to six hundred pounds of body out of the confessional hall.
"I'll bet you fifty bucks the bed will break," Lin Qi said, teasingly outlooked at Li Wenkang.
"I'll bet a hundred, the silkworm won't emerge," Li Wenkang pondered for a moment before stating a conclusion. Then, he leaned towards Master Fuli, raising his phone to show him:
"Come and look, you've made international news."
Currently eating, Master Fuli curiously turned his head after Li Wenkang spoke, looking at the news report in English on the phone and said, "What does it say there; do you think a fox that hasn't taken college entrance exams can understand English?"
Words on the phone screen appeared as English to Master Fuli, but while reading, his mind conjured the meaning of the corresponding words.
However, due to grammar issues, he was too lazy to look at the exorbitantly long news report on the screen.
"In short, a member of America's War Department came out harshly condemning Rakshasa Country's commercial bank for publicly accepting fraudulent remittances, with much of it belonging to the American Celestial Soldier."
"He requested Rakshasa Country's Bank to immediately freeze Miyel's account, opened for you."
"The response from Rakshasa Country's Bank was to spit."
Li Wenkang summarized the long article with a full face of amusement, explaining it to Master Fuli.
Master Fuli borrowed a destroyer, did not go through Xia Country or Europe, but through Rakshasa Country's Bank.
This could not be concealed; upon learning that his destroyer was attacked, his warriors' loans were reported up until the year 2077, the base flew into a rage.
Thus, the War Minister immediately jumped out, planning to intercept all that money.
And the director of Rakshasa Country's bank responded to the reporters as if saying, [hetui], spouting a mouthful.
Imagine talking about elephant trunk clams!
The money has entered our bank, and I ask you, I hold two bundles of dollars; you tell me, which one is noble, and which is base?
No matter how you answer, both bundles of money are now in my noble wallet.
"Haha... Rakshasa Country is also scared of poverty, they need to safeguard all currencies circulating internationally."
After listening to Old Li translate, Master Fuli couldn't help but reveal a joyous expression, already imagining Rakshasa Country sitting on the ground, spreading their hands with a roguish look, while the bald eagle across was livid.
If you want money, there is none; if you want life, I won't give it either. If you have the guts, come over and execute me!