You're all aware.
The Mountain City is about to battle the aliens, and internal stability is most crucial at the moment.
Any destabilizing factors will be eliminated, as the recent example of City Lord Guang Yuanba shows.
So, according to the requirements above.
Maybe in a few days, the investigation team from the Anomaly Bureau will come to purge you.
However..."
At this point.
Baiyu paused for a moment, observing everyone's expressions.
Although this group of underground martial artists still carried a murderous aura and their eyes revealed a desperate look, Baiyu still noticed their fear.
People are afraid of death.
Even those not afraid of dying certainly don't wish to die.
If the authorities really launch a comprehensive crackdown at any cost, they have few choices but to fight desperately.
And recently.
Even the City Lord of Mountain City was killed, and the City Lord's Mansion is still sealed off, with hundreds of people in the mansion all imprisoned.
It's all the handiwork of the person in front.
And those incidents of house raids, executions of entire families, blood-drenched scenes remain vivid in memory.
During that time.
The execution platform at the city gates was filled with Blood Qi, and birds dared not approach.
Yet the seemingly harmless and friendly young man in front, was the one who personally commanded these actions, his hands stained with blood.
The name of a person is like the shadow of a tree.
Many times, this fierce reputation can have a deterrent effect, especially when facing these bloodthirsty underground martial artists.
"However, what? Speak up..."
Baiyu paused for a moment, and immediately someone shouted.
Upon hearing this voice, Baiyu smiled slightly: "Well, I have always disliked using excessively violent methods, and I think every underground martial artist must have difficulties; otherwise, no one would want to live such a precarious life.
So, I'm willing to give you all a chance.
You're leaders among the underground martial artists in Mountain City, and each of you likely has a few brothers with you.
If you are willing.
I can let you work at the Security Bureau, give you a new identity.
I won't hold anything from the past against you.
But once you're in the Security Bureau, you must follow orders, without disobedience.
This is your chance to start fresh.
I also believe that growing as a martial artist is not easy, and the Imperial shouldn't waste resources on internal conflict, so I'm willing to make such an effort to give you a chance."
Upon hearing these words.
The underground martial artists were silent for a while.
Everyone was pondering over Baiyu's words, not only considering their authenticity but also their feasibility.
Baiyu's words.
They certainly couldn't fully trust them.
But if there really is a chance to become official martial artists, they absolutely wouldn't want to give up.
This is a very conflicting mindset.
On one hand, they don't believe the other side, yet on the other, they desire the truth of Baiyu's words.
"Hmph, anyone can talk, but I despise associating with someone like you, an Imperial lapdog."
One of the underground martial artists said coldly.
Baiyu's expression remained unchanged, "What you said is true, but the trade off I receive, the resources needed for life and cultivation, the safe living areas free from alien invasions, are all provided by the Imperial. I don't know what you've been through, and I won't judge your choices.
If you feel my conditions aren't generous enough, or if you're not interested in a position at the Security Bureau.
You can leave at any time.
The door is right there."
Baiyu pointed to the door.
The martial artist who spoke out suddenly became the focus of everyone.
He was stunned for a long time, seemingly not expecting Baiyu to say this, and after a nearby person reminded him, he responded, his face turning red, snorted coldly: "Leaving then, I see you're just up to no good, trying to have us work for you."
Afterward.
Knowing he couldn't stay, he left through the door without looking back.
"Is anyone else leaving?"
Baiyu didn't look at this martial artist and spoke to the crowd: "If you're not interested in what I said, you can leave at any time, I won't stop you.
But once you leave through this door.
There won't be a second chance.
According to the directives from the Imperial above, I will still clear out the underground world afterward, so everyone be cautious."
This blatant threat, at this moment, didn't anger anyone.
The atmosphere was dead silent.
Everyone stood like wooden stakes, not a single person leaving.
"It seems none of you are impulsive; for underground martial artists to survive until now and make a name, I assume there are no fools."
Baiyu smiled slightly and continued: "Since everyone is staying, it proves you want to hear me out.
Actually, joining the Security Bureau isn't difficult.
I just want you to remember three things.
One, obedience.
Two, obedience.
Three, still obey!
Once inside the Security Bureau, you must follow my orders; as for your past, I'll let bygones be bygones.
When you reach retirement age.
You can retire comfortably.
Everything will be the same as other members of the Security Bureau, and with your skills, you're sure to receive better treatment in the Security Bureau."
After these words.
The crowd remained silent, their eyes flashing with thoughts, seemingly contemplating and weighing the matter.
Before long.
A leader among the underground martial artists stepped forward and asked: "You mean to have us be your dogs?"
Baiyu said: "If that's your interpretation, there's nothing I can do. The pros and cons are in your hands, whether to leave or stay is up to you.
This is my last time asking.
If you are willing, register outside with my assistant."
After saying these words.
Baiyu released the microphone, leaving the stage to the Dragon Head.
He then exited the stage, leaving through the exit, giving the underground martial artists time to discuss.
Only.
No matter how they discuss.
Everything proceeded according to Baiyu's plan.
...
Once Baiyu left.
The entire underground second floor instantly erupted.
"Dragon Head, what are you thinking, collaborating with an Imperial lackey?"
"This way, you've put us in a difficult position. Now if we leave, Baiyu the Butcher will surely hold a grudge."
"Yeah, leaving now or staying, either way we're in trouble, what do you suggest?"
"Why not fight that bastard, if we can kill one Imperial dog it's worth it."
"Fight? Ridiculous. The safest way now is to agree with him first, then wait for an opportunity..."
A group of people was arguing endlessly.
Meanwhile.
A brawny man, standing two meters tall, suddenly rose and walked toward the door. His hands were covered with calluses, and scars crisscrossed on his bare arms.
After standing up, the man said nothing and headed to the door.
"Yue Stone?"
"Brother Yue, this is..."
Everyone looked at him, puzzled.
The brawny man heard this, stopped, turned around, and showed a bitter smile: "Everyone, I really can't hold on... I haven't returned to Canglan Star for fifteen years, my wife and daughter are home, I don't even know how they're doing."
After saying these words, Yue Stone sighed and turned again, resolutely stepping through the door.
Witnessing this scene, everyone fell silent.
No one tried to dissuade him.
The life of underground martial artists is indeed hard; if there's a better choice, who would want to live like this?
Baiyu offered them chips that are hard to resist, or simply irresistible.
With Yue Stone leading.
The second, third person... gradually, more individuals walked through the door.
These people had guilty faces.
Generally, they'd bid farewell to others first before leaving quickly.
Dragon Head stood on stage, observing everything, sighed inwardly.
This group of bloodthirsty martial artists.
Was still a step behind Baiyu.
This kid was too cunning, knowing how to use his advantages to tempt these underground martial artists, hitting their weak spots decisively.
Within such a short time, he had them completely fractured.
The psychology of underground martial artists was completely manipulated by him, leaving no room for resistance.
A few minutes later.
The originally bustling underground second floor was left with only a dozen people.
