You're Strong But Now You're Mine
Chapter 139 - 138 Do You Also Want to Betray the Capitalist Class?

Chapter 139: Chapter 138 Do You Also Want to Betray the Capitalist Class?

You motherfucker, you betrayed the capitalist class too?

You’re a White Night Walker as well?

What’s your codename?

Which hall are you from, and how many sticks of incense do you burn?

"Le Yuxin almost wanted to claim kinship with him, but sanity took over and he remembered he was currently a capitalist-class toilet plunger, Jing Zhengwei," he shook his head and said, "I’m not, I didn’t, stop talking nonsense."

At that moment, the mellow chime of a bell echoed above Half City. Qin Leyin looked outside at the moon and said, "The patrol squad’s changing shifts, you’d better go get changed. As squad leader, if you’re late your very first shift, you’ll leave a bad impression on your patrol members."

With that, Qin Leyin turned to leave, exposing his vulnerable back completely to Le Yuxin’s eyes. But watching him walk away step by step, Le Yuxin didn’t even think of making a move.

Only when Qin Leyin had completely vanished from his sight did Le Yuxin clench his sphincter and shuffle quickly down the corridor.

"He’d moved way too hard just now, and as someone with a battle-hardened body immune to all distractions, Le Yuxin had come out just to find a bathroom..."

"I seriously hate people who come bug me when I’m about to piss myself!"

"Shit, I’m gonna leak, I’m gonna leak, fuck, why are pants so damn hard to take off!"

...

...

Le Yuxin put on the uniform and was pleasantly surprised to find the fabric was really nice quality—who knew which light textile association provided it. The outfit was black and navy, three silver chains on each shoulder marking his squad leader status, two for deputies, one for team captains.

Buttoning his sleeves, putting on the cap, slipping into steel-toed boots, Le Yuxin suddenly felt like he was back in his old Qian Yuliu days, as if he’d returned to that era when he was a Statistical Department agent scheming against everyone day in, day out.

But that was... already... dozens of days ago.

When Le Yuxin walked to the door, he found Mi Die and Li Sang already suited up, waiting at the entrance—they naturally needed to stand guard at his side as bodyguards, since theoretically, there was always the chance of a Backlight Particle assault during night patrol, and Jing Zhengwei was a seasoned expert at getting assassinated. God knows if someone would use Backlight Particles as a cover to stab Jing Zhengwei in the back.

Bringing bodyguards to serve as soldiers was business as usual, plus Le Yuxin was at least a squad leader—having two personal guards was just common sense.

By now, on the floodlit field, twenty-five members of the patrol squad stood in crisp uniforms and neat formation, with Qin Leyin at their head. Spotting Le Yuxin, he immediately snapped to attention and saluted, his voice ringing out: "Reporting, squad leader, all 26 members of Team Three, First Squad are assembled, awaiting your orders!"

"All at once, those memories from Qian Yuliu, buried deep in his mind, were jolted awake. Le Yuxin suddenly knew exactly what to do next. He strode to the front with pride, scanning the faces before him. Some calm, some expectant, others with contempt hiding in their gaze."

"Attention!"

"At ease!"

"Left—turn!"

"Attention!"

Le Yuxin suddenly strode into the formation and kicked a squad member square in the calf, sending the poor guy sprawling.

"Wobble, go on, keep wobbling—call that standing at attention? Get your ass up already!"

The squad member was shocked and pissed, but didn’t dare retaliate and could only get up, standing ramrod straight and staring at his nose, nose at heart.

"Le Yuxin paced around the squad, and even those who’d looked down on this rich-boy squad leader felt their hearts trembling beneath his critical gaze. They unconsciously followed orders, standing at attention properly, all the arrogance and disdain in their chests swept away—replaced by a strange, unexplainable awe."

"Before them wasn’t some trust fund brat, but a blooded officer who’d led squads for years. Sure, they were all strong and young, but in the end, just regular guys—used to being respected for their strength, but after only a few days of camp, all they’d learned was basic discipline."

"When faced with a true hardened soldier, not yet forged themselves, they didn’t even dare step out of line. The truth is, sometimes you don’t need dramatic stunts to establish your authority—a look, a small gesture, is all it takes to show the gulf between you and them—just like when the teacher glares your way and you instantly wimp out because you forgot your homework."

"Squad, check your gear, form up for a jog, follow the squad captain—move!"

Not a single patrol member dared disobey Le Yuxin’s command, obediently following their squad captain out of camp. Le Yuxin and Qin Leyin jogged at the rear, watching them change shifts.

Patrol duty in Half City ran on three shifts, with the patrol squad divided into three divisions and six squads, implementing a staggered schedule: First Division, First Squad covered 8 a.m.–4 p.m.; Second Squad took 4 p.m.–midnight. Second Division, First Squad: 4 p.m.–midnight; Second Squad: midnight–8 a.m. Third Division, First Squad: midnight–8 a.m.; Second Squad: 8 a.m.–4 p.m.

In short, at any time, the factory districts of Half City had at least two squads from different divisions on duty. Why not just assign an entire division at once? For safety, obviously—the Silver Blood Association didn’t trust these merchant brats, so they arranged squads from different sequences to keep tabs on each other.

"Ting Chaodao knew damn well it wasn’t realistic to make these pampered kids work sixteen-hour shifts—even the patrol members only needed to put in eight hours. So, they could choose their shift, but had to show up for at least eight."

Since Le Yuxin was squad leader of Team Three, he could pick from midnight–8 a.m. or 8 a.m.–4 p.m. Technically, the latter was way better, but tonight he’d deliberately chosen the overnight shift to gather intel—maybe help White Night find another shot at hitting the factory district.

"Hell yes!"

"Le Yuxin hadn’t given up on hitting the factory district again!"

"Though the Silver Blood Association thought last time’s attack caught everyone off guard, and even with or without a patrol the Backlight Particles could never pull off such a spectacular result again—every factory had beefed up security, and more importantly, the Patrol Execution Guard watched all major routes, ready to reinforce Half City in a snap!"

"But as everyone fought for control of this armed force, what Le Yuxin wanted was to slap their faces!"

You think the Backlight Particles are cowards?

You really believe as long as the capitalists throw enough money, the masses just have to tremble in gratitude?

You really think Backlight Particles are no threat, the means of production rock solid, so you can just squabble over power at will?

Well, let me show you how even an empire can fall to ants, and how the capitalist class will find itself ground to dust!

"Most importantly, Le Yuxin saw that because White Night was weaker, they almost wanted to lie low, but he knew they absolutely could not stop now—if the capitalists put in a little effort and the Backlight Organization turtled up, wouldn’t that just prove again for everyone that in Dongyang, only the Silver Blood Association ruled forever?"

"You have to tear off the mask of the gods, so everyone will unite to drag those idols off their pedestals."

"Strategically, you can underestimate your enemy, but tactically, you have to take them seriously. If the intel Le Yuxin provided was faulty, that would doom White Night."

"So, how to find a route—right under factory lockdown—where a White Night Walker could slip in and sabotage unnoticed, was a real mind-breaker for Le Yuxin."

As he followed the squad during shift change, Le Yuxin took out his map, pretending to compare notes but actually checking for patrol route gaps.

"There’s a hay cart here, good for hiding people; trash bins over there—perfect for a stakeout; and that busted old lamppost, climb on top and you could see the whole factory district..."

As Le Yuxin marked up his map, a lazy voice sounded nearby: "Wei, you managed to bring all these guys in line so easily—looks like you’re not content with boredom yourself."

It was Qin Leyin.

They were on the main street now, and after that earlier weird conversation, Le Yuxin wasn’t in the mood to fall out with him. He tucked away his map and answered casually, "If someone’s content with boredom, it’s only because they can’t stir up any fun. Like a plain guy—other than being plain, what else does he have going for him?"

"Interesting take." Qin Leyin tugged his hat lower, long red bangs falling over his face—a rich kid at home among the masses. In any real army, anyone with hair that long would have caught a beating ages ago.

"In that case, your biggest roadblock is ’plain guy’ Ting Chaodao."

"Why’s that?"

"You figured it out too," Qin Leyin said offhand. "Ting Chaodao treats the patrol squad like his own private property. You help whip the captains into shape—it’s like fixing his favorite toys for him, he’ll be grateful."

"Annoying as that lordly attitude is, you can’t deny it works—everyone goes along with it. The Ting Family’s business is always behind the scenes, never clashing with others, Ting Gu as chair has a clean record, and Ting Chaodao’s always making friends and handing out favors. The younger crowd all look up to him."

"Likes unity, believes in harmony, plain, wise—that’s Ting Chaodao’s whole brand."

"If the younger generation really ran things, most would go with Ting Chaodao—they don’t need him to use the patrol squad to protect them, just want to be sure he’ll never use it against them."

"That’s the rep the Ting Family and Ting Chaodao built up over the years. Honestly, when the Silver Blood Association decided to let the younger generation run the squad, they were handing him all the momentum."

"It’s fate at work, Wei—do you have any way to turn this around?"

"He thinks I want to control the patrol squad too..." Le Yuxin secretly breathed easier, calmly saying, "I have my own plans. How about you? Are you here to snatch control too?"

"I’m here for you."

Le Yuxin blinked, then suddenly caught the creeps and took a big step away from Qin Leyin, waving at the others, "Mi Die, Li Sang, protect me!"

Seeing Le Yuxin act like that, Qin Leyin burst out laughing, "Wei, you got the wrong idea. I’m not into you... at least not right now."

Not right now...?

Just then, a loud voice sounded ahead, "Reporting, squad leader, Team Three, First Squad shift complete—waiting for orders!"

Le Yuxin looked up and realized they’d reached the Half-City Riverbank. Across the water sparkled the towns on Xuanzhu County’s edge. In the distance, village lights twinkled, the moonwhite sky warm as jade, the river reflecting a silvery gleam—but...

When the wind rose, a foul stench of rot wafted from the surface—not overpowering, but definitely stinging the nose.

This tributary looping round Half City, of course, was every factory’s toilet. Dozens of factories in the district dumped all their industrial waste here, which then flowed out to sea as part of the ’natural cycle.’"

Once Le Yuxin reached the riverside high trail and the duty shed, the smell faded a lot. Regular patrols took their turn standing guard or walking routes, but as squad leader and deputy, they could skip that grunt work, just sit up here with some tea and watch the whole district.

"At ease," Le Yuxin said coolly.

The squad captain let out a relieved sigh and slipped away—he might have come from a business family too, but he was genuinely afraid of the commander and deputy. He’d seen Le Yuxin lose his shit and heard enough rumors about Qin Leyin to avoid sticking around.

The commanders had to stay in the duty shed, but as squad captain, he could patrol or check his squad for slackers instead—no way he’d hang out here, off to goof off elsewhere.

Le Yuxin and Qin Leyin sat in the duty shed. There was a small solar light casting a faint glow.

"Cards, Wei?"

Qin Leyin suddenly whipped out a deck; Le Yuxin blinked, then took out a thick wad from his own pocket.

Qin Leyin glanced back at the Qin Family’s guards: "Kuihua, Xiefeng, I’m playing cards with Wei—you two, wait outside."

Le Yuxin blinked as well and said, "Mi Die, Li Sang, you guys step out too."

Once the bodyguards all left, Qin Leyin shuffled his cards and said, "I’m using the Faceless deck. What about you?"

"I’m running the Wolf Eagle deck," Le Yuxin shook his head. "The Faceless deck looks versatile but in truth it’s useless—unless you’re a lucksack, otherwise you’ll just get steamrolled by any other set."

"Lucksack?" Qin Leyin thought for a second and got it. "That’s a pretty fitting term... Wei, your mindset isn’t very Xuanzhu, it’s more unique, and forward-looking, too."

"So are you here just for a card game, or what?" Le Yuxin said grimly. "You said you came for me... What, gonna help your dear brother-in-law take out his beloved big bro?"

"At first, I did come to help Jing Zhengwu deal with you," Qin Leyin said, "but I didn’t expect your Combat Technique to be so fierce—and that luck would send you all those ace connections... Maybe others call that luck. Me? I think it’s destiny."

Since then, I turned down my sister’s request, even ordered the Qin Family not to get involved in your Jing Family’s succession war. Relax, we’re not on opposing sides anymore.

Le Yuxin let out a snort and said nothing.

"The reason I’m interested in you isn’t just because you survived the slaughter," Qin Leyin pulled a newspaper from his pocket, "it’s also, because of this."

Le Yuxin looked down: it was the third issue of Youth Daily, released two days ago.

"Are you a fan of our paper?" Le Yuxin relaxed a bit, "Or is it you think Youth Daily has promise, and want to buy a stake?"

"I do think it has promise, but not for any business reason—though the business value is truly unrivaled," Qin Leyin shook his head. "What I value is its weapon potential."

"Weapon?" Le Yuxin arched a brow, heart skipping a beat when he saw Qin Leyin staring at him dead-on.

"Yes, weapon," Qin Leyin tapped the Youth Daily headline with his finger, his eyes ablaze beneath that red fringe. "For example..."

"You’re using Youth Daily to accelerate the Silver Blood Association’s downfall, aren’t you?"

Le Yuxin instinctively straightened up, but quickly relaxed his posture, bursting into laughter: "I’m not, I didn’t, don’t spout nonsense."

"I get your concerns." Qin Leyin took off his cap and brushed back his bangs, saying calmly, "That’s why I had everyone else leave. Not just for privacy, but also..."

Whish!

Qin Leyin suddenly swept his right hand across the stone table, and a string of flaming words appeared hovering above!

"...to give me the space to show you who I am."

That line of fire floated up slowly, burning itself into Le Yuxin’s eyes:

"’There are phases in sunlight and moonlight, kingdoms that rise and fall. Demons and monsters in this world, and in mankind, humanity, justice, courtesy, and wisdom.’"

"Let me introduce myself again," Qin Leyin wiped away the burning words, eyes now blazing,

"I am one of the Glorious Four Guards, under the Ritual Guard, Deputy Light Walker: ’Hongle’ Qin Leyin."