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Chapter 383: He Went into the Darkness (Long - Please Subscribe, Bookmark, and Vote for Monthly Tickets)

Chapter 383: Chapter 383: He Went into the Darkness (Long Chapter Please Subscribe, Bookmark, and Vote for Monthly Tickets)

"The Old Foreman gathered all the members of the Miners’ Mutual Aid Association he could, along with the other miners around, and delivered a speech, vehemently denouncing the oppression and tyranny of the Mining Consortium,"

Yvo, the fourth brother, chimed in,

"Everyone present was cheering excitedly, the applause lasted for over half an hour, the Old Foreman spoke everyone’s hearts.

"After the speech, we decided to go to war with the Mining Consortium once and for all. Due to the disparity in strength, we planned an assassination mission. Most of the Consortium and City Defense Army’s mechas had been destroyed that night, and now was the moment when the Consortium was at its weakest.

"Meanwhile, Captain Aber of the Mercenary Corps is hunting miners throughout the city.

"Our two teams, each operating two mechas, could take them by surprise and attack both the Mayor’s residence and the Consortium’s building—it’s very likely we could succeed."

Listening to Yvo’s narrative, He Ao rubbed his temples. He had some doubts that this crude strategy was conceived by Yvo; it seemed others might have helped him fill in the logic.

He turned to Watson beside him, "So, how did the Old Foreman get attacked?"

"We were all preparing for battle at night when the Old Foreman started his second speech,"

Watson said softly, "But during that speech, the Old Foreman was attacked by a Mayor’s assassin who was hiding among the miners. The assassin fired several shots, piercing his heart. The Old Foreman fell to the ground with fading consciousness and couldn’t even speak."

"So, who told you to come find me?"

He Ao pressed on.

"It was the Old Foreman; he told us to come to you,"

Yvo hastily added.

He Ao: "The Old Foreman couldn’t speak because he was losing consciousness, how did he tell you to find me?"

"This... this..."

Yvo was at a loss for words, unable to come up with a reason.

"I was right beside the Old Foreman when he fell," Watson continued, "He was staring hard at Yvo, and I realized he might be trying to reach you. Then I asked him; he nodded with difficulty before completely losing consciousness."

Yvo: "Yes, yes, that’s exactly what happened."

He Ao: .......

He Ao didn’t ask why only two of them had come; even if the Old Foreman had indicated he wanted to find He Ao, it would be hard for others to comply unless it was said with a clear mind.

Ultimately, He Ao was still just a newcomer who had been there for only a day or two, hadn’t even formally joined the Miners’ Mutual Aid Association—they would find it hard to trust him.

He Ao looked at Watson and asked, "Did the others continue with the assassination plan?"

"Yes,"

Watson nodded, "Originally, Yvo and I were assigned the task of striking at the Consortium’s building, but we rushed over here after the Old Foreman’s last hint, with Yvo driving the mecha he piloted. The rest of them focused the remaining forces on assassinating the Mayor."

"All the miners are furious; everyone wants to avenge the Old Foreman."

Yvo added from the side.

The Old Foreman’s subsequent speech and the assassination he faced evidently polarized the emotions of the miners.

On top of the already sharp conflicts, it was like adding fuel to the fire.

Now, the Miners’ Mutual Aid Association would be thinking of killing the Mayor at any cost to avenge the Old Foreman.

More curiously, the Old Foreman had already arranged the assassination plan.

Everything was proceeding so logically.

The development was reasonable, yet all too reasonable.

The Old Foreman himself was not so extreme by nature but could be explained by the stimulus of bloody incidents the miners faced, which led him to become extreme in his rebellion.

And rebellion was indeed one of the current choices.

But He Ao still felt that something was off.

He Ao continued to feel that the Old Foreman should not have taken such a radical action.

The Old Foreman must have guessed something but couldn’t say it out loud; someone from behind the scenes might be using some ability to monitor his actions.

The Old Foreman must have left a hint; what was the hint?

He Ao looked at Watson and Yvo in front of him.

At that moment, a pair of hands held his face, tugging at the corners of his mouth, "Nell, no need to frown, smile a bit. Who knows, maybe everything will become clear with a smile?"

He Ao: .......

He lifted the person by the arms and slung him onto a somewhat withered ornamental tree nearby.

"Nell! I’m your real brother!!! Your real brother!!!"

He Ao ignored him and continued to think.

Watson glanced at He Ao and then at Yvo hanging from the tree.

He actually understood Yvo’s feelings for the Old Foreman: the Old Foreman had once saved Yvo’s life and later sent him to study further.

After the Old Foreman was shot, Yvo, who was the farthest away, was the first to rush up.

On the way to the abandoned industrial park, Yvo’s eyes were red.

He was trying hard to suppress his grief, forcing himself to appear happy and nonchalant in front of his younger brother.

Just as Watson was about to let Yvo down, he saw He Ao, deep in thought, walk towards the tree where Yvo was hanging and kicked the tree.

The branch that Yvo was hanging from broke with the swaying, and Yvo fell from the sky.

"Ah, you really want to murder your own brother," Yvo stumbled to his feet, holding his back, "If I died from this fall, you’d have to collect my body."

Then he noticed the silence around him; He Ao was staring intently at him.

In that moment, He Ao felt as if a dam blocking his thoughts had burst, and a deluge of ideas gushed forth like a torrent.

If that were the case, then everything would make sense.

He Ao suddenly turned his head to Watson, "Quick, get in touch with those who went to assassinate the Mayor, tell them to come back—use any method to persuade them to return."

He Ao hadn’t initially worried about the people going after the Mayor because, considering the Mayor’s cunning ways, they were not likely to succeed easily, and they were supposed to time their strike for late at night.

These people did not trust He Ao, and even if he brought out his little pickaxe, it probably wouldn’t make them believe him—advising them now was pointless.

Only when they realized how tough the Mayor was, after hitting a wall, would they be willing to listen.

But at this moment, He Ao realized another possibility.

If it were that possibility, actually persuading them now was pointless; given the adversary’s methods, they would have already considered every aspect.

By the time the Old Foreman fell, the end of the story had already been written.

Following He Ao’s reminder, Watson immediately raised his wrist device.

But before he could make the call, a message popped up.

He opened the message and then looked at He Ao with a shocked expression, "The Mayor is dead..."

He quickly added, "There were no defenses at the Mayor’s residence, they walked in unobstructed and found the Mayor lying in a pool of blood, they didn’t do anything..."

"I know," He Ao’s expression showed no surprise as he casually dialed a number he had prepared on his bracelet and said to Watson,

"Tell them to leave immediately, head toward the West Gate, nobody will stop them at first, they should go full speed without any hesitation."

"Right, right, right."

Watson nodded hurriedly.

And at that moment, He Ao’s call connected.

"Hello?"

A magnetic middle-aged man’s voice came from the other end of the phone, as if he had been woken from his sleep.

Without any pleasantries, He Ao got straight to the point, "Brother Wright, a few of my comrades from the Miners’ Mutual Aid Association were trapped by the Mayor, can they leave through the West Gate now?"

"According to regulations, I cannot decide who passes through the West Gate."

Wright’s voice was calm, then he paused slightly and chuckled, "But I have not received any notice to close the West Gate."

No closure meant twenty-four hours of normal traffic.

He Ao breathed a sigh of relief and whispered, "Thank you."

Then he hung up the phone.

He didn’t say goodnight because he knew Wright wouldn’t be able to sleep much longer.

He Ao fell silent for a moment before dialing another number.

The call connected after a brief, light ring.

There was a moment of silence on the other end, then a tentative voice asked,

"K?"

The voice was steady.

It was approaching dawn and he hadn’t slept, apparently still working overtime.

He Ao paused, "I need your help to investigate a pattern, it seems to be related to the occult."

"Of course," the voice on the other end laughed, "Send me the pattern."

"Thanks, get some rest soon."

He Ao ended the call, quickly sketched a rough pattern, selected the contact name [Christos], and sent it over.

With that done, he turned to the two somewhat bewildered people beside him, "Let’s discuss our next steps."

Someone behind the scenes had created all this chaos, and whatever their purpose, for He Ao, it was an opportunity to capitalize on the disorder.

Previously, it was impossible for the miners to confront the Mining Consortium with their violent organizations, but with the chaos unfolding, everyone was inadvertently drawn into troubled waters, and even a small force could trigger a significant shift.

In the middle of their discussion, Watson received a message and looked at He Ao, "They’ve escaped through the West Gate."

His gaze toward He Ao was filled with awe.

With just one command and one phone call, He Ao had rescued those from the Miners’ Mutual Aid Association from a life-and-death situation.

Just moments ago, they were nearly ensnared by the city’s trap, yet they had somehow managed to escape at the last second.

If He Ao’s command came ten seconds later, they would have been buried in the city forever.

This level of control over the situation was almost godlike.

After this incident, those who originally distrusted He Ao would be won over by his absolute strength and intelligence, and some of them might even become his fans.

In less than a few hours, He Ao had taken control of the Miners’ Mutual Aid Association.

Watson was beginning to understand why the Old Foreman hadn’t disclosed He Ao as his successor earlier, He Ao was trusted.

He Ao’s standing didn’t come from any legacy but from himself.

Around four in the morning, He Ao received a reply from Christos. He read through it and clarified any parts he didn’t understand.

At five in the morning, in the darkest hour before daybreak, He Ao finalized all his plans, and news of the Miners’ Mutual Aid Association allegedly assassinating the Mayor had spread widely online.

This incident was bound to heighten the Mining Consortium’s fear of the Miners’ Mutual Aid Association and the miners to an extreme, and a reaction was sure to occur in daylight the next day.

Meanwhile, the Miners’ Mutual Aid Association and the miners were engulfed in anger towards the Mining Consortium and mourning the assassination of the Old Foreman.

The conflict between the two sides was like two kegs of gunpowder ready to explode, one would instantly set off the other.

He looked up at Yvo and Watson,

"Follow the plan, take the Mechas through the West Gate to meet with the Wilderness Wanderers, then convey my plans to the Wilderness Wanderers and the rest of the Miners’ Mutual Aid Association."

"The Mining Consortium must be focusing all their forces on protecting their executives in the city right now, the wilderness will be undefended tomorrow."

"Okay!"

Yvo nodded emphatically.

"Then let’s split up and carry out our tasks, I’ll go implement my plan."

He Ao patted his overcoat and walked into the deep night.

The dilapidated industrial park was pitch-black except for a few old street lamps flickering with dim light.

"We don’t know what his plan is."

Watson stood still, watching He Ao’s retreating figure.

Yvo remained silent, not speaking.

As He Ao reached the last street lamp, just as the darkness was about to engulf his figure, he turned around and looked at Yvo.

A smile spread across his face.

It was as if a spring breeze was melting the ice and snow.

"Bro, stay safe," Yvo said.

Then turned and disappeared into the night without any reluctance.

"He’s headed into the darkness."

Watson watched the solitary figure, speaking slowly.

Yvo covered his eyes for a moment, then turned, "Let’s go, we’ve got our own business to attend to."