Chapter 1308 - 1000: Let’s Talk This Out

Chapter 1308: Chapter 1000: Let’s Talk This Out

"The radiance of Utopia?"

Upon hearing this, Yegor sighed lightly, and his expression subtly turned peculiar.

Indeed, it was just as Russell said.

Even seventy years after the fall of the Heavenly Kingdom, the world still rests on the foundation once laid by Utopia. The three major blockades continue to be properly maintained, and the plans left behind are being slowly and methodically implemented by the Jurisdiction Bureau and Existence Institute.

No matter how arrogant one may be, they cannot deny that this was the most brilliant essence of the Astronomical Society—a romantic soul that is almost miraculous in this cruel world.

No matter how much time passes or how many changes occur, the imprint of Utopia still exists in the bones of Current Circumstances.

But at this moment, what Russell intends to express—is it ’radiance’ or ’shadow’?

If this is the response, such a grand gift will surely make many laugh until their legs give way.

But for some reason... something feels off.

An indistinct toothache.

Just like the joke that once spread on Dongxia’s internet—the Romans buried an engineer in their sewer wrapped in oiled paper, waiting for the sewer to clog so they could dig him out to fix it.

It shows the terrifying spirit of craftsmanship; Dongxia, you can’t compete.

After all, who could predict that after the previous player played a pair of fours, Russell would throw in a bomb?

This card isn’t supposed to be played like that!

Don’t you know the rules?

But no one can refuse such a generous gift that’s beyond expectations.

Similarly, you can’t ignore the warning hidden behind it.

The heavy shadow beneath the radiance.

For those who recently held the Heavenly Kingdom Genealogy threat theory, and babbled on endlessly at meetings, this is a sharp and swift slap in the face.

It’s just short of broadcasting a worldwide slap on their faces with a live camera.

What have you folks done in seventy years besides sewing and mending, going in circles, and holding endless meetings? Do you really think everyone covets the few eggs in your basket?

Do you know what Utopia is?

Your Jurisdiction Bureau doesn’t dare do it, we Utopia will; your Jurisdiction Bureau doesn’t dare prod, we Utopia will; your Jurisdiction Bureau doesn’t dare cozy up with the rulers, we Utopia will cozy up! Your Jurisdiction Bureau doesn’t dare raise fish, we raise five or six tanks!

This is Utopia, is it clear enough?

Even after Russell slapped them till their faces swelled, they still had to force a smile and praise: "Well done, thank you, Daddy, Daddy is generous, Daddy is great!"

As for Le Ne? Who’s that? Look at his long neck, not even wearing a tie, he must be a saucy sort, deliberately enticing you to poke him with a pen... Why are you still standing here? Quickly apologize to Uncle Russell!

"You must be doing this on purpose."

Yegor shook his head, sighing lightly.

"Huh? What?"

Russell smiled innocently, a pure expression pretending not to understand what Yegor was saying.

Only drinking tea.

While Yegor’s eyelid twitched slightly, he couldn’t help but curse in his heart: this Old Turtle!

Ever since more than a week ago, when Russell came to London, he attracted countless eyes and sparked endless vigilance.

No one knew what this old fox was up to after ditching the Golden Dawn to rush to London at such a critical time.

Yet everyone was afraid, right?

But after staying tense for so long, he did nothing.

For so long, every day he wandered around, socializing with old friends in the Decision Room, acquaintances in the suspended floors, representatives from the Existence Institute, and representatives from the Five Great Genealogies. Every day they sat together drinking tea, chatting, playing cards, and smoking cigars.

As if he was on vacation.

Apart from that, he didn’t make any moves.

Just holding onto a bomb, completely cool, silently waiting.

Waiting until when the Jurisdiction Bureau needed him the most, he casually pierced Le Ne’s throat, directly creating a chance for a face-to-face meeting with the Jurisdiction Bureau’s top members.

And this was even brought up by Yegor himself...

Thinking about it, Yegor couldn’t contain his blood pressure.

Le Ne, that guy is truly miserable, more tragic than a squeaky chicken, worse off than a hapless bear; this Old Turtle was looking for somewhere to make a splash, and he stupidly went and fell into Russell’s trap?

This time, he ended up colluding with his own students, causing a collaboration between London and Yingzhou.

In the future, he might even have to apologize.

The Decision Room still needs to clap and cheer by the side.

Forget it, you better hope for some luck...

"Honestly, you’re making me a bit dizzy, let me catch my breath."

Yegor raised a hand, rubbing his brow, feeling that the heat and energy provided by strong coffee weren’t enough for his brain’s consumption. After pondering for a long time, he finally heaved a sigh and straightforwardly said: "This matter is too important; I can’t give you any guarantee, hope you’re not bluffing..."

Snap!

A briefcase was placed on the table in front of him.

Yegor was dumbfounded.

Russell raised his hand, signaling him to open it.

In the brief silence, Yegor raised his hand, pressed the latch, and instantly, the briefcase smoothly opened, revealing old documents and over forty keys directly displayed before Yegor.

Damn!

Yegor was almost scared out of his wits, quickly closing the case and looking around.

To the unknowing eye, it seemed as though Russell was attempting a bribe!

"Such crucial items, and you’re just putting them in a shabby case on the ground?" Yegor exclaimed.

"Otherwise? Should I erect a shrine?"

Russell waved his hand, uninterestedly saying: "Take it; it’s yours now. Whether real or not, check it yourself. Hope you can make good use of it."

Yegor said nothing, immediately pulling out his phone, using the fastest action of his life to elevate London’s security level to the highest, then rapidly calling all the Fifth Stage Sublimators available to rush here.

The remaining ten seconds felt so long it made him sweat.

Afraid that a ruler might suddenly appear and snatch the box right in front of him.

It wasn’t until dozens of scorching flames descended from the sky, shadows emerged from the void, sealing the entire plaza and securing the situation, carrying the box away under the highest security level, that Yegor finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He leaned back in his chair, shaking his head wearily.

"You’ve outsmarted the Jurisdiction Bureau again, Luo Su."

"What’s this about outsmarting?" Luo Su glanced at him while holding a teacup: "You should be thanking me."

"..."

Yegor didn’t want to speak.

No one could deny this contribution and gift from the Heavenly Kingdom Genealogy.

After all, nobody even knew of the deeper existence of the Hell Outpost prior to this, even within Utopia it was a secret among the Book of Fate’s handlers...

If Luo Su didn’t speak, who would know?

Even if he didn’t present it, who could do anything to him?

But the foundations left by Utopia, once spent, are diminished.

If handled well, the existence of the Hell Outpost could bring the Heavenly Kingdom Genealogy hundreds of times more profit and advantage than now, rather than Luo Su giving it away for free.

He knew well that no matter how outrageous the conditions, the Jurisdiction Bureau would reluctantly agree.

"Thank you."

After a moment of silence, Yegor sincerely promised, "I will try my best to ensure the Heavenly Kingdom Genealogy receives the compensation it deserves."

"Hmm, the Secretary’s thank you sounds much nicer than from others." Luo Su nodded and praised without reservation, "As for compensation, let’s hope for more. I won’t be shy."

"I still find it hard to believe."

Yegor said: "This isn’t like your style."

According to Luo Su’s typical style of maximizing benefits, never losing out, making ruthless investments for a hundredfold return, he definitely wouldn’t easily play the card of the Outpost System.

If he could secretly complete it on his own for the chairman election, he would undoubtedly be a formidable opponent.

But as of now, most of the credit has been given to the Jurisdiction Bureau.

"This shows that people do change, right?"

Luo Su replied nonchalantly: "These aren’t my private property, they’re relics left by predecessors. If treated with self-interest, it’s a true betrayal.

The Heavenly Kingdom Genealogy currently lacks the power to utilize them, so it’s fine to hand them over to the Jurisdiction Bureau.

What is built with the power of the Current Circumstances should belong to the Current Circumstances. As long as its operation can be ensured, as long as it produces results, it doesn’t matter who uses it."

He thought for a moment and laughed, "A few days ago, I learned a lesson from my student - past achievements may be great, but the future is what’s truly important."

"Yes, there’s nothing better than the future."

Yegor sighed, ordering a glass of whiskey: "Then, to the future."

"Indeed, the future."

Both raised their glasses and drank it all.

Thus, this meeting concluded in such an unexpected way.

After agreeing on some details, all that remained were the hectic preparations and further plan formulations, and before they knew it, the workload seemed to surge again.

Yegor sighed in frustration and waved to the server, "The bill, please."

"Ah, I’ll handle it."

Luo Su enthusiastically reached out, taking the pen from his hand, but couldn’t pull it out.

He tried again, but found Yegor’s hand like a steel clamp.

Gripping tightly to the pen.

Refusing to release.

"..."

Luo Su looked up to find Yegor’s bewildered expression, his small eyes full of great caution and astonishment - What are you trying to do?!

"Don’t act impulsively, Luo Su." Yegor earnestly urged: "Let’s talk things over."

"..."

In the silence, Luo Su reluctantly let go: "Fine, you do it."

In just a few days, the Rene PTSD phenomenon has already spread from person to person?

Your Jurisdiction Bureau folks all have a bit of a problem with your heads...

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"In any case, the next plot in the Decision Room will have me smiling slyly, with a mighty presence, emitting an aura of a king, and those old folks bowing down reverently.

In detail, it’s thrilling, very thrilling, including the part where Rene bowed and apologized, I’ve got it recorded in high definition, you can learn from it later."

Over the phone, Luo Su lamented: "Young man, putting on airs lacks finesse, not mature enough, crucial moments still need the old folks to step in and save the day."

Huai Shi felt this Old Turtle was showing off, and cut him off in annoyance: "Can we just get to the point? So, the job you’ve set for me is to join this launch plan, lead a team to reactivate an outpost?"

"That’s the official reason." Luo Su nodded, "And at that time, the Jurisdiction Bureau will also prominently publicize you as the chief credit and main representative."

Huai Shi felt something was off, and couldn’t help the slight frown: "Then what’s the reality?"

"In reality, of course, I’m letting them go to hell."

Luo Su calmly smoked a cigar and replied: "No one seriously thinks I would give it away for free, right? When have our Heavenly Kingdom Genealogy’s tools... cough, elite talent, ever been used freely by them?

This time around, let’s have them help you attract firepower in Hell, and once out of the Current Circumstances, we’ll do our own thing."

He paused, speaking seriously: "A more important mission needs you to complete."

"I knew it."

Huai Shi sighed and barely had time to complain about the Old Turtle’s shamelessness when he heard the voice over the phone: "Also, regarding your advancement, I’ve already figured it out."