1010: Chapter 100: This World is Intimately Connected to !_4 1010: Chapter 100: This World is Intimately Connected to !_4 Even if Mr.
Cheng cos, he won’t be able to take sides.
The black-haired rich woman really has grown, at least in the final second before the two completely fell out, her rationality prevailed.
“You need to calm down, Lisa.”
If Lisa gets upset, Cheng Daqi would definitely think it’s her fault.
Taking their current argunt to the level of a full-blown fight, no amount of caution on her part would be excessive.
“When I express anger, you think I’m irrational and biased.
So please tell , how should I express dissatisfaction for you to consider it calm and objective?
Should I say, ‘Dear Mi’er, you lack individuality, your attack power is too low.
You can offend more if you like, I won’t mind’?”
Taking a deep breath, Temir felt an absurd sense of being backstabbed by soone she thought was straightforward.
Haven’t I treated you well?
“What are you trying to achieve by saying these things?”
“Nothing.
See, once again you sound like so kind of benefactor—’What are you trying to achieve?’
I want my hard work to be respected and not completely dismissed just because you said I got involved with him.
I want you to understand that I won’t perish just because I leave you.
I’m not that pathetic, Mi’er, not even close.”
Lisa spoke quickly, but her logic remained sharp.
“You have so much prejudice against !”
“Is it prejudice?
You can ask your own heart.”
“Calm down, Lisa.
You’re being too rude.”
Yet, the blonde woman seed to lose interest in communicating altogether.
She simply stood there silently, leaning against the bookshelf, quietly watching her.
If soone has never respectfully treated their friends with courtesy, what right do they have to demand it in return?
In Lisa’s gaze, Temir fled her apartnt as if escaping.
Puncturing that illusionary bubble, all that remained underneath was a colossal absurdity—so their friendship was never fair to begin with.
It’s just that Lisa decided not to tolerate it anymore, that’s all.
As her “close friend” left, Lisa slid down against the wall and slowly began to wipe her tears.
She didn’t truly want to cry over Temir.
Leaving her family was her first step toward personal growth in self-liberation, and severing unhealthy relationships was the second.
At this mont, she finally gathered the courage to embrace the freedom she had always desired.
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The most equitable thing about human existence lies in how everyone has their own compromises, though most people choose to hide them.
But Jax and Gru’s compromises were becoming hard to conceal.
When you can’t keep sothing under wraps, it can sotis be embarrassing.
If you fail to hide it in class, you might beco infamous in the school at best, and in the entire region at worst.
If you fail during a conference, you might face unemploynt at best, and your na might end up in history books—because unofficial history is still history.
On this particular day, England t with Xi Zong.
Xi Zong suddenly stopped speaking and quietly sat still.
Shortly thereafter, a sound broke—the reporters present were shocked.
Then, out ca an exotic aroma, and everyone’s expressions drastically changed: “Arica · Xi Zong Chronicles.”
It was still that familiar little diner, and Gru and Jax were eating pork chops.
“Lake isn’t directly picking fights anymore.
He’s just been calling those few guys I deal with a lot for questioning, creating unease among people.”
Illegal organizations ultimately can’t match the legitimacy and effectiveness of those with public backing.
Lake using organizational validity to counter the Underground Forces was without a doubt a brilliant move.
“What did he ask them?” Gru asked, his expression grim.
Jax gave a bitter smile.
“Boss, he didn’t ask anything.
He rely encouraged those guys to do a good job.
That’s the problem—this isn’t picking a fight?”
Lake’s tactic was a classic case of stirring trouble without actually stirring trouble.
He wasn’t targeting Gru’s n directly, rely engaging them in conversations and chats, yet it unnerved Gru’s subordinates.
“Yes, it’s trouble.
We need to resolve this quickly.”
Watching Gru furrow his brows tightly, Jax asked.
“The immigration case you instructed has been playing out exactly as scripted.
Burns is behaving like a dumb pig—every step he’s taking is just as we anticipated.
Is it ti to detonate things now?”
What counts as a beast?
They hardly understand how to do anything good.
But setting up sches to cause chaos—now, they were experts.
Burns might not realize the imnse explosive sitting under him, as he remains cheerily optimistic about his future.
He thinks Sheriff Lake has Gasetti’s backing and might at least hold power for three to five years.
In reality, Lake’s future has nothing to do with unlucky Burns—Burns was undoubtedly dood.
Of course, the doom referred to isn’t literal death but rather the end of his career.
“The ti isn’t right yet.
You need to wait for my command for this matter.
If anyone talks out of line, you should…”
As he spoke, Gru made a slicing motion across his neck.
Jax imdiately understood and nodded.
“Boss, but resolving this matter doesn’t eliminate Lake.
How do we take Lake down?”
“Wait for the right mont.”
Gru glanced around and lowered his voice to add.
“Chan clashed with Black Satan this ti.
If the higher-ups succeed in their struggle, Lake could be easily dispatched.
If the higher-ups can’t prevail, we could still obtain compensation from Chan to secure benefits—no matter what, we won’t lose.”
Upon hearing the na Black Satan, Jax instinctively drew in a cold breath.
He couldn’t fathom being involved in such a conflict within his lifeti.
Power—power, whether economic or political, is scarce.
In truth, these types of conflicts aren’t all that extraordinary.
Hai Qingtian was rely a county magistrate back in the day, yet he managed to participate in pushing down Yan.
In the grand progression of history, the focal points—or sparks—of major conflicts don’t necessarily have to be big nas.
“Boss, I still hope he can win.
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