"I think you need a plan."
The moment these words were spoken, the second floor of the shop fell completely silent. People looked at each other, and even those enforcers who had drawn their knives and crossbows froze in place. They had thought the young man was a spy who sneaked in and were ready to strike, but they never expected... his words actually made some sense.
Even though when they thought about it carefully, they realized the young man essentially said nothing, the reasoning was compelling, making them want to keep listening.
There was an inexplicable tingling sensation, like each word struck a chord in their hearts.
It was a man in his forties, bald, with a scar at the corner of his eye and mouth, who spoke.
The man’s name was Sam, the owner of this grocery store, and secretly, the founder of the Pure Society. He had transformed the second floor of the grocery into the activity venue for the Pure Society, expanding it from a few people to dozens.
"Think carefully, why are you gathered here?"
"Of course, it’s to drive all subhumans off this land!"
Sam replied immediately, and the atmosphere in the shop once again became high-spirited, for this was the reason every member of the Pure Society was here.
His shop also suffered greatly after the subhumans established Paradise Island, attracting the customers that originally belonged to him, causing business to decline severely.
"Why do you want to drive them away?"
"Isn’t it obvious? Because they took away our jobs, our customers, our money!"
"But in my opinion, doesn’t each of you have a job now? An extraordinarily dangerous job where you could lose your life at any moment."
The shop once again became silent as Ethan continued, "A few days ago, you attacked a subhuman, but the attack didn’t go well, and one of you died at his hands. The case is still being processed, and if you continue, such situations will occur more and more. The subhumans will become prepared and might even set traps to ambush you. Imagine, if it were a battle with equal numbers, what would the result be?"
Silence was the best answer.
In hand-to-hand combat, subhumans often possessed stronger fighting genes compared to humans. Ethan had studied Ophira’s local laws, which imposed significantly more constraints on subhumans than ordinary residents. They needed regular psychological evaluations at designated institutions, and if they showed signs of aggression, they would receive harsher punishments than ordinary residents.
Every action planned by the Pure Society relied on the advantage of surprise and numerical superiority. Perhaps no one in Ophira understood better than them the terror of a subhuman going berserk.
"Now, just imagine if the subhumans were armed?"
"What... are you trying to say?"
Sam’s face turned from blue to white. As the founder of the Pure Society, he, of course, understood the consequences of war. "Are we just to let them be? I get it, you’re a lackey sent by that subhuman Lewis, these are all the words from their faction!"
"Uncle Sam, I think what he’s saying makes some sense."
"Let’s hear him out first."
Differing opinions emerged from the crowd. The questions Ethan raised were closely related to each of them. Not long ago, someone had witnessed a companion dying right before their eyes—pierced through the chest by a lion’s claws, blood all over the ground, lying dead and unavenged, and later dragged away like garbage.
Maybe next time, it would be one of them.
"I’m merely stating your current situation. You are doing such dangerous work, and even Ophira’s law enforcement isn’t much different. Yet, you bear infamy, accused by newspapers as extremists. I also know you’ve been running errands for Councilman Jacob, so what has Councilman Jacob given you in return?"
"He gave us respect!"
Sam said, "At least he introduced bills to the council on our behalf. He’s on our side!"
"But as I see it, what’s most needed now isn’t respect. If you truly want to declare war on the subhumans, you need weapons, much better than daggers and handmade crossbows. If Councilman Jacob wants you to continue, these are the rewards you deserve."
"Boss, I think he makes sense. If we could get the enforcement team’s protective gear and weapons, we’d have nothing to fear from those subhumans on Paradise Island!"
"He’s a councilman; maybe he could get weapons too."
"Yes, right, for someone of his stature, it shouldn’t be a big deal!"
The election day is fast approaching.
However, Jacob hasn’t been doing well lately. The murder case on Paradise Island has caused an uproar; the entire Ophira is focused on this case. The investigation and evidence collection have been completed, and the results are clear. At this rate, an acquittal is very likely, which would be a major blow to the votes in his ’jurisdiction’. His competitor has already started spreading the notion that he might not be able to secure better rights for Ophira’s humans.
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Luckily, Mr. Flor visited Ophira at this critical moment.
The steam engine stopped opposite the mansion occupied by the Lofic Consortium. Only when there was no one around did he get off and walk towards the opposite side.