"Everyone says the state's grassroots governance is poor, but what does poor grassroots governance in each state have to do with the Federation?"
"As long as a street gang shows potential to grow big and strong, at the federal level, agents will be sent to infiltrate the gang, gather evidence, and use it to threaten or turn the gang into informants."
"That kid has great potential. In just a few months, he's grown so big, even supporting proxies, with more than a dozen agents planted within the gang..."
"Initially, the Federation's intelligence bureau leader had high hopes for Chen Nian to grow bigger and stronger, but unfortunately, he's the typical example of getting into trouble by speaking carelessly."
Little Angel spoke, explaining to Master Fuli why Chen Nian had been relentlessly hunted down recently.
Chen Nian fights in the front, with a lawyer following behind stirring up a ruckus. The road was actually quite smooth, even with federal leaders taking a liking to him and preparing to give him a helping hand.
Gangs may not be presentable, but sometimes they are very useful.
For example... having them block polling stations so that citizens voting for their own candidates can pass, while those voting for the opposition get their legs broken.
With Chen Nian's development momentum and abundant funds, swaying a city's vote isn't difficult.
This time, Chen Nian and the lawyer stumbled purely because they didn't understand the local way of playing, so they had to accept special hospitality, maybe even become a characteristic.
A gang's thug shouldn't have compassion, and shouldn't touch the interests of the aristocratic class.
If anyone could raise private soldiers, how would it showcase the exclusive privilege of the noble class?
"However, I've taken care of everything, and they can start a new life after the new year. I see he seems to have decent transportation channels. At that time, I'll write a recommendation letter to help him integrate into the class."
Little Angel raised a hand, speaking to Master Fuli.
"It's one thing to follow the rules in the city, but how can a poor thug still have to follow rules? Are they thugs for nothing?" Ansheng grumbled to Little Angel with a bewildered expression.
From the muttering on the wish list, Ansheng initially thought Chen Nian was having a good time, day by day, not thinking whether it was a tanned derrière or peach-shaped derrière, or something else.
In reality, that guy was constantly being hunted and counterattacking, even daring enough to reach out to the Longevity Club's basket.
One can only say, no wonder he's from Reckless Village, our Changxi Town's feng shui is certainly a bit problematic.
"Ah! Master Fuli, what you said is not right. Who among us didn't start as a bandit? We, as bandit leaders, setting some rules below is normal." Little Angel raised her hand, stating her ancestors were pirates, and then pointed to a few others whose ancestors were thieves in the city.
Over there, some had ancestors who sold slaves, famous for the Black Pearl, Milk, and Tea incidents connected to them.
Not to mention, the Lin Clan closest to Master Fuli also started with firearms. Several wars in South America last century were armed rebellions initiated by the Lin Clan that swept away local black and white forces.
There's no good citizen here. What's wrong with big bandits setting a threshold for small bandits?
Without some rules, how would one show the depth of their heritage?
"... That's so damn reasonable." Little Angel's logic was flawless, even making Ansheng scratch his head; there was no traitor here, just a little Roosevelt joke.
"As long as he's okay. He learned his lesson. By the time I get back for the New Year, I'll fix his combat power."
"When it comes to fists, I have never feared anyone." Ansheng raised his hand expressionlessly, pushing away Little Angel trying to get close, and looked toward Lin Qi, "Go back and check for me, who ordered to shoot Master Fuli, me."
"Tie them to a rocket, strap them outside, and launch them into space for me."
"No problem. When the time comes, we'll blow up the rocket in the sky as fireworks." Lin Qi nodded, even if Master Fuli didn't mention it, this matter is actually being investigated now.
Master Fuli is a Sacred Beast of the Lin Clan and a high-level member of the Lin Clan in Xia Country.
In the past, if anyone insulted the Lin Clan's high ranks, Lin Qi would have the enforcement team go over and shove some yellow alcohol down their throats to stop the itch.
Anyone daring to touch Master Fuli is creating a life-and-death feud with the Lin Clan.
Unable to handle the Second Epoch bullies, how could the mighty Lin Clan not handle some ruffians?
Although the orderer hasn't been found, the opposing faction has been identified. If Master Fuli had arrived an hour later, he might have encountered minced meat and spaghetti.
"That settles it, Lin Ying, let's go out and play!" Ansheng climbed back onto Lin Ying's shoulder, pointing towards the door.
"Okay..."
Lin Ying replied with a smile, her fox ears twitching slightly on top of her head, whispering:
"Master Fuli... Ah Qing seems especially concerned about you these two days, often asking me on social media what Huhu usually does on business trips."
"Hm? And how did you reply?" Ansheng curiously nudged Lin Ying's cheek with his mouthpiece.
Speaking of which, these two days on the trip, Ah Qing often sent messages on social media.
Usually asking about safety, partially sending various cute pet short videos.
Others have their adorable pets, but our little adorable is on a business trip, so when will Huhu come home?
Ansheng could only reply soon.
Estimating now, he should be able to return by tomorrow night.
"I said, Master Fuli mainly handles negotiations, while Huhu moans melodically, especially that one 'Hey'." Lin Ying said smilingly to Master Fuli.
Master Fuli's "Hey" was followed by the beautiful Xia Dong dialect, mixed with Mandarin.
"By the way, there's one more thing; apparently, Ah Qing's group got into a bit of trouble..."
"Ah Qing didn't specifically say what happened. I feel that if there was an inquiry, maybe Momo borrowed her account to ask me what to do."
Lin Ying thought a bit, telling Master Fuli about last night's chat on social media.
The discussion was about accidentally driving into a building suspected of being an ancient tomb, knocking the tomb owner out of the coffin lid, and then accidentally stepping on and breaking antique skeletal remains—if there's any legal risk.
This is a legal aid issue; Lin Ying should have asked someone from the group's legal department or relevant law firms.
But since this matter concerned Ah Qing, Lin Ying's answer was there's no legal risk.
She has a pile of dirt on them, Ah Qing and the group can report dozens and get out on probation.
However, Lin Ying still felt she should mention this to Master Fuli.
Because Lin Ying always felt what Ah Qing's group knocked out was likely not a corpse, perhaps a Spirit Beast or some strange ancient zombie.
But since the issue was resolved, they came to ask if there were any risks breaking down ancient buildings.
"Isn't Momo an experienced driver? How could they drive into an ancient building?"
"After all... they're in Chang'an now, and some historical buildings are indeed too common there. An archaeological team's shoveling sparks might not even catch up to completing this year's KPI before the New Year."
Lin Ying chuckled, patting Huhu on the head.