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Chapter 359: Our Nation

"A celebration ceremony?" Through the television screen before him, Bai Mo saw that the Huaxia Federation government had already announced this news to the public. They planned to hold a grand ceremony for Shi Huachong and the Federation's supreme leader, Chen Bo, to celebrate another great breakthrough for humanity.

To more people, however, this looked more like an active demonstration of power by the Huaxia Federation, a means to dispel any thoughts of instability.

At this time, barely a year had passed since the end of the turmoil, and the situation had only just stabilized. Many discontented dissidents were still restless, and the Federation government needed to use its formidable military might to deter any scoundrels with strange ideas.

However, the deep-seated stability maintenance work across various regions and the increasingly strained Sea Clan defense line meant the military was extremely short-staffed. There was no way to spare enough forces for a grand parade to display their power.

Thus, the originally scheduled military parade transformed into a demonstration of their highest-level power, attempting to achieve the same effect of stabilizing public morale.

"Our country is this strong now?" Watching the propaganda video broadcast on the news, many people had this thought after seeing the thrilling scenes.

"Is this truly 'our' country, and not 'their' country?" More people, however, held this attitude.

The class schism brought about by the Red Radiance rebellion was far from being mended in just a year or two. Society increasingly used the terms "us" and "them" to differentiate between ordinary people and superhumans.

Relying on superior intellect and greater power, superhumans far surpassed ordinary people in work efficiency, leading to a large number of high-end positions being monopolized. After all, a good employee who could do the work of four or five people would naturally be prioritized by any sane boss.

Promotions became increasingly difficult for ordinary people; it was highly probable that even after four or five years of entry-level work, they would remain stagnant, seeing no hope of advancement whatsoever.

Coupled with the continuous concentration of wealth and power among superhumans, resentment was an unavoidable consequence.

"Don't talk nonsense, or you'll be caught and sent to Donghai to 'fish'."

To minimize the occurrence of anti-social violent incidents, a large number of plainclothes officers affiliated with the government were dispatched nationwide. They regularly reported on local situations and simultaneously monitored individuals with extremist views or potential societal discontent, arresting them at the first sign of trouble and escorting them to the front lines against the Sea Clan in Donghai. Many privately referred to this as "going to Donghai to fish."

The United States, New Capital.

"Those uncultured upstarts from Huaxia are becoming increasingly arrogant. As noble gentlemen, should we perhaps offer them a little gift this time? Let these bumpkins know that we are the true center of civilization in this world." A middle-aged man in a top hat with a small mustache slowly remarked after taking a sip of his black tea.

The self-proclaimed gentleman sat in an antique reception room, surrounded by several companions who also exuded an extraordinary aura and were elegantly dressed.

"Our plan has reached a critical juncture; there's no need to provoke the Huaxia Federation at this time and arouse their suspicions." A man with a conservative stance was unwilling to create new complications.

"Thief, ha ha ha ha ha! Let's send them the most precious gift: death." A fat man enveloped in black smoke, with several missing teeth, laughed loudly through his gapped mouth.

Although his demeanor was completely out of place with the solemn atmosphere around him, others who knew him well said nothing. As one of the United States' strongest and most deeply hidden individuals, Titch possessed such qualifications. Even if his opinion wasn't adopted, few dared to openly contradict him.

He had committed a series of bloody atrocities, massacring hundreds of people across the United States. All of them were individuals who had once mocked Titch's appearance. Each poor soul had their neck twisted by him, sent to hell to repent for the laughter they had once uttered.

The United States had consequently dispatched large armies to apprehend him, but the eventual outcome was his sudden transformation into a member of the core power circle. The case was dropped without resolution, and what transpired within it was known only to a select few high-ranking officials.

"Titch, these are for you." Raul, the arms dealer who had remained silent, instructed his trusted subordinate to hand several scrolls to the fat man.

"What is this?" Upon realizing that the scrolls before him only emitted an extremely faint Spirit Energy reaction and posed no danger to him, Titch snatched them.

"They're attribute-less scrolls. Infuse power into them, and you can release it all at once later. They're a new product from Lofmaner." The Lofmaner Group, controlled by Raul, was one of the largest arms conglomerates in the United States, and had invested a great deal of effort into researching Spirit Energy weapons.

"Do they have a limit? I'm worried they won't be able to handle it!" The first question the arrogant Titch asked was, surprisingly, this.

"Of course."

...

"That lawless beast, Titch, even if he wears our clothes, the barbaric stench on him can never be washed away."

After the meeting adjourned, Raul and the self-proclaimed gentleman, Claude, discussed the recent events in the study.

"Titch may seem crude, but he's actually meticulous and hides many things." Raul glanced at the report from his subordinate, learning that the recording device left on the scrolls had been destroyed.

According to his original plan, when Titch infused power into the scrolls, their recording devices would activate and collect information related to Titch's power. But he hadn't anticipated such a level of caution from the other party.

Moreover, the tricks he employed were certainly not simple; the fact that they could be undone also reflected that Titch possessed quite remarkable technical support.

"The upcoming meeting with the One-Wheel Cult remnants is now in your hands, Mr. Claude." Raul put down his pipe, exhaled, and then said.

"Don't worry, we are civilized people. Uncivilized matters naturally fall to barbarians."

...

"Deputy Priest, do we really have to agree to the demands of these faithless infidels, reeking of copper?" a devout believer asked.

"Why not? They are willing to provide us with vast support, and accepting this demand will allow us to make the Huaxians pay their blood debt!" The priest's fervent gaze was practically blazing with fire.

As a staunch loyalist of Ramdo, he unswervingly carried out every action that could harm the interests of the Huaxia Federation.

"Tell them that on the day the Huaxians hold their celebration, I will personally appear in Tianqing City with one of these scrolls! I hope these scrolls truly possess the immense power they claim."

"How can this be? If we lose you, our organization will lose a major pillar!" The subordinate said, filled with worry.

"I have already decided to ascend to His Heavenly Kingdom during this plan. There's no need for you to dissuade me further. After I depart, Abs will take my place." The Deputy Priest had already prepared his successor before his martyrdom, to prevent internal issues within the organization.

"Great One-Wheel God, all who desecrate your earthly avatar shall surely fall into fiery hell!"