Chapter 147: 74.1

Chapter 74.1

Winds of Change

Translated by boilpoil
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“Sun Wushe has been captured…” Jin Yue says, not half-hearted or wrathful like he usually is. He sounds duller than usual, “don’t try to mount a rescue. It won’t work.”

“But all the males have been taken back! And he, he fucking bust our biggest trump card in the interrogation!” The leader of one of the smaller space buccaneer groups angrily complains, “I’ll fucking kill him for that!”

“What, run into the heart of the Federation to kill him?” Jin Yue looks coldly at the shemale, “Anwen, was it? How long do you think you’d last under the Federation’s interrogation?”

“At least longer than that asshole Sun Wushe!” The pirate named Anwen slams his desk and rises, when suddenly, his head is gone. Or rather, his entire upper body has been blasted away.

The rest of the leaders of pirate groups, who’ve joined Jin Yue, are all silent, shocked at the sudden development.

Jin Yue declares, quite loudly, “Anwen, leader of the Serpent. Since Sun Wushe lost contact, you’ve been busy moving your forces back out behind our backs. Now you’re telling me this? I’m insane, but I’m not stupid.”

Then, he points his gun at the rest of the leaders in the room.

They were all frisked before entering the command HQ, forbidden from carrying firearms. Unfortunately, it seems this rule has an exception for Jin Yue. He’s the top dog here, and so rules are bullshit to him.

The leaders are all sweating profusely.

“I know some of you have also been pulling tricks like that. I don’t care. But pester me like he just did, well. Let’s just say I’m normally quite reasonable to work with,” Jin Yue puts his gun away, then leans onto the table with both arms, smiling, “just don’t over do it, capiche? I also can’t help getting angry.”

“Oh, right. If any of you feel like you’ve been insulted and wants revenge, feel free,” Jin Yue turns around, and kicks the chair he was sitting on. It flies beautifully in the air.

Then he leaves the room.

“So some smaller space buccaneer organisations are already leaving Jin Yue?” Wei Zhuo asks Meng Yuele, who nods affirmatively, “yes. They might have wanted the strength in numbers or whatnot, but now, clearly, they don’t want to be there when Jin Yue falls.”

“Get me a list of all of the deserters. None of them can be allowed to escape,” Wei Zhuo gestures, “even better. They’d be easier to eliminate now that they’ve gone separate ways.”

By his own estimates, it should be no more than two months before this wretched conflict is over.

“Oh, and also, Mr Cheng Zhaoci’s invention has been completed, I think,” Meng Yuele is scratching his head, “I definitely read the report somewhere. He’s been on the final testing phase for a while, even forgoing sleep just to finish it up. Now they’re testing its safety and live performance.”

“Already?” Wei Zhuo is surprised, thinking it’d take another year or so for the invention to be completed.

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“Yes. And also, Mr Cheng has named his invention ‘ABC,'” Meng Yuele has a hard time pronouncing the three ‘letters,’ given the phonology of the insectoid language is wholly different from any human language in Cheng Zhaoci’s past life. There is nothing similar to Mandarin or English here, making pronouncing ‘ABC‘ a challenging affair, “he’s also proposed a marketing slogan. ‘Brisk and Breezy.'”

Wei Zhuo, who has not a single idea what all that could possibly mean, is quiet for a while, before making this ‘aha’ look and saying, “I see. As expected of the grade S male,” then he changes the topic abruptly back to Jin Yue.

Meng Yuele gets it, though, when usually Wei Zhuo would be talking nonstop for hours when Cheng Zhaoci is involved. He definitely didn’t understand a thing.

Meanwhile, Cheng Zhaoci has finally finished everything he had set out to do, so now he’s relaxing. Well, as much as one can relax when even he, a grade S male, got tangled up into the mess that is the bill put to referendum.

The uproar and backlash has been more severe than expected. Even many prominent males who treat shemales and demis respectfully have come out against the bill, having quickly realised if this was the bill the government is proposing to test the public’s reception, more are sure to follow.

And that was true. Bai Jiawen has been working on a bill himself that would still protect male rights, given their huge gender imbalance, but would no longer afford them legal immunity if they commit murder.

Of course, no one would agree to the death penalty for those males, but at least, they have to be put into jail! Indefinitely, if severe enough!

However, Bai Jiawen is sighing when discussing his plans in private, “there is still so much to do, and yet my years are getting to me.”

At least, he is unlikely to see any real changes passed during his remaining tenure.

Who knows how many years and revisions this marriage bill alone would have to go through before it is finally passed.

“When my cijun and I are both off to a happier place, I wonder who the insectoids can look to for leadership,” says Bai Jiawen, with such a sombre and lonely tone.

Cheng Zhaoci, seeing his gaze on him, very quickly reacts, “don’t look at me. Not me. You already have a successor in mind before you grew old, haven’t you? Before I was returned to the Capital planet.”

What? He, Cheng Zhaoci, is all the insectoid can count on? What kind of sick messiah story is this? Also, he’s way past the age for enjoying such hot-blooded shonen plotline. At best, he’s a cute mascot.

Do not put mascots in leadership positions. Even if he’s become a literal genius in researching, he would be sorely mistaken if he thinks he could navigate the labyrinthine halls of Parliament with that alone.

If he screwed up and ended up dooming the entire insectoid race somehow, he’d surely disappoint his dozens of grade S male predecessors deeply.

Bai Jiawen seems saddened, but not really disappointed. Cheng Zhaoci then knows what he speculated is true. Bai Jiawen is just testing the waters, to see if he might be able to spur Cheng Zhaoci into action.

And Cheng Zhaoci does not. President? He couldn’t even be one of the ‘Subject Helpers’ in class in his past life.

The only ‘post’ he’s ever had has been ‘Motivational Officer,’ because they thought they’d make good use of his artistic talents – for drawing those motivational paintings in the classroom.

He really doesn’t have the emotional intelligence required for such a demanding post. Remember what he’d do if he had a shemale or demi son? Who married a bad male? He plans to deal with that hypothetical dumbass male by cleansing his entire family from this very plane of existence.

Yes, a violent male is he.

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