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Date: October 7th
In the capital of the British Empire, London, which boasts the largest territory and the strongest military power in the world, sunlight shines upon its land at every moment, showcasing its grandeur and majesty.
Yet behind this magnificence lies an undeniable sense of decay, contrasting sharply with the romantic aura that permeates Paris.
Walking through the streets of London, one can only sense a feeling of lethargy. Lavishly dressed individuals stroll with their pets or engage in idle chatter, their figures scattered throughout.
Those locals who walk with their heads held high and a haughty demeanor, looking down their noses at others, are undoubtedly the residents of London. It seems they believe they are inherently superior.
Unfortunately, due to the ever-increasing costs of welfare in Britain, these gentlemen, who can live comfortably off government benefits while idling away their time, are one of the main reasons dragging down the British economy.
With the richest resources, the most expansive lands, and the strongest military forces, yet the global economy ranks only fourth—worse than even the chaotic economy of the Soviet Republic—the British Empire finds itself unable to fill its financial deficits and gaps.
Each year, it must borrow more money to sustain this welfare system; any intention to cut back would surely result in an enraged populace forcing the Prime Minister out of office.
They pay no mind to the state of their country; as long as they can continue enjoying their extravagant benefits, nothing else matters.
This deep-seated arrogance and laziness are rapidly corroding this aging empire. Here, even attempting to do something productive is met with ridicule and labeled as commoner behavior.
In their eyes, work should be left to the natives of the colonies; it is their duty to support them.
However, due to this environment, London's service industry is unparalleled globally. If it weren't for the unwelcoming nature of local British residents who regard all tourists as inferior beings, this could very well be a prime destination for travel spending.
As long as one has money, they can indulge in the most luxurious experiences here.
"I hate Brits." Seeing that contemptuous look akin to viewing monkeys made Yang Xiaoyou roll his eyes. How could his parents choose such a working environment?
But since they have been abroad for so long, they rarely have opportunities to stay in London. Their employer likely does not share such bad habits; those locals who venture out often are probably seen as oddities here.
Of course, despite the hatred, if the Aging Empire with its extremely asymmetric military power truly went mad, the entire world would likely collapse.
In his memory, their Progressive Faction had even boasted about continuing to develop Nuclear weapons after taking office. It was all thanks to George Osborne, whom he had rescued, that such voices were stifled by tightening the purse strings.
“Hey? You should be able to make it here. I’ve been in Paris for a while and I’m already in London now.” The call connected to his father, Mother Empress, who was still in Australia. Yang Xiaoyou complained.
“I should be able to make it by Mid-Autumn evening; I’ve already booked a table at the hotel. Come on, you’re all grown up now, stop acting like a child. Save some money,” said a middle-aged man casually, who was smoking a cigarette and pulling out a waist knife from under a three-meter-long crocodile he was standing on.
Relaxing on a chair by the street, watching the pedestrians and vehicles pass by, Yang Xiaoyou slowly exhaled.
The arrangements for this time were nearly complete, with a high level of accomplishment. The operation of the Life and Death Painting had directly elevated both Hive Security Company and Wasp several notches. The injury on his left hand was healing faster than expected thanks to the medication provided by Feng Lin. The only lingering concern was the negative impact brought about by the personality assimilation within himself.
Even though that personality was also him, Yang Xiaoyou had no interest in becoming that completely corrupted version of himself that had lost all human emotions.
Deep down, Yang Xiaoyou genuinely wanted to capture those lively treasures and keep them as pets. However, as Zhao Liang had pointed out before, this was their hobby and interest. Perhaps if he forced them, they would agree, but would that truly make them happy? Satisfying his own desire for worry-free feelings could also be seen as a form of selfishness. If it were his former self, he would have complained about their lack of morality.
Yet with the experiences from his memories, he fully understood his parents' feelings towards him: “Your life was given by me; naturally, I will protect it.”
Reflecting on his memories, Yang Xiaoyou decided to find a place to settle down first before spending the rest of the holiday with them during Mid-Autumn.
Suddenly, a gunshot rang out in the street, followed by screams.
“A country without firearm regulations is indeed terrifying; this is the capital,” thought Yang Xiaoyou, feeling somewhat disgruntled after being startled awake by the gunfire.
If such a shooting incident occurred in the capital of the Chinese Empire, it would be an extraordinary event. Here, although it was serious, such incidents happened from time to time and were often seen in the news—most stemming from disputes over loyalty or sudden bursts of anger.
To avoid trouble, Yang Xiaoyou prepared to move away from the roadside to avoid being caught up in anything.
However, as two cars sped past him one after another, upon catching sight of the people inside those vehicles, Yang Xiaoyou couldn't help but twitch at the corner of his eye. A fleeting expression of schadenfreude crossed his face.
"Turns out it's them. Hey, don't let me down; you need to keep that strange princess occupied." Although two cars sped past Yang Xiaoyou, his terrifying dynamic vision allowed him to clearly see the familiar faces of the members inside.
The car in front seemed to be fleeing at high speed, belonging to Fia Haek Media and his subordinates, while the one behind contained only a single person—someone capable of taking them all on alone, Luo Guohui.
It now appeared that the gunfire earlier was likely initiated by Fia to draw the attention of the London police, helping to deal with that terrifying fellow behind them.
Unless they were pushed to a desperate situation, they probably didn't want to cause a stir in London.
Even with Fia's strong tactical analysis skills, encountering a monstrous figure like Luo Guohui, who couldn't be measured by common sense, would surely leave him in a bind.
However, since Fia had decisively fired his weapon, it seemed unlikely they would face significant issues escaping this time. Luo Guohui's top priority was always for his own country; after causing a disturbance, he would certainly not continue to escalate matters to avoid unnecessary diplomatic troubles.
"No wonder Hank is still leisurely waiting for me in Paris; it seems he has already finalized an agreement with Luo Guohui. Poor Fia," Yang Xiaoyou chuckled with schadenfreude before turning to leave in another direction.
He had no interest in witnessing the conflict between both sides. Hank was after money, not life, which wouldn't affect what Fia had promised him. As long as Fia remained unfortunate, the greater the trouble others created for her, the better!
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