Rebirth: Super Banking System-Chapter 936 - 821: 10,000 Alpacas Trample Over (Please Subscribe!)
Chapter 936: Chapter 821: 10,000 Alpacas Trample Over (Please Subscribe!)
He entered this room.
Belev took the towel handed to him by his subordinate.
He wiped off the rainwater soaking his head.
Then, he took off his vest, revealing his strong muscles. Although Belev was older, he kept himself in shape and had a slight tendency towards aggression. Sadly, no matter how strong, he was still a head shorter than the Fighter.
He stared at the Fighter in the middle of the room.
Belev felt somewhat inferior.
Short.
It really was an inescapable disparity.
He sat down on a chair.
"So, Black Prison is not planning to compensate me for my losses?" Belev brought up compensation again, hoping for a turnaround.
Unfortunately, the Fighter still shook his head, laughed, and said, "Chief Belev, I don’t think we’ve caused you any losses. This might have been done by your Tribe’s enemies. It has nothing to do with us, so naturally, there’s no talk of compensation."
No evidence.
Try and bite me.
Unmanned Aerial Vehicles (UAVs) in the sky.
With such heavy rain, they really aren’t afraid of being discovered.
"Hiss..."
Belev took a deep breath.
His head was killing him.
It felt like ten thousand alpacas had trampled over him, each spitting at him as they passed, and he just couldn’t escape. That was how Belev felt at the moment, utterly suffocated with no way to vent.
He knew it was the man before him who had done it.
Yet others adamantly denied it. He could choose to stubbornly persist, but he wasn’t willing to kill himself over it. Even if the rest of his Tribe sought revenge against Black Prison in the future, what would a dead man gain?
He was dead.
What was there to gain?
Belev felt a wave of grievance in his heart.
When had he ever been treated like this? And this time, it wasn’t just a personal insult—the entire Tribal Management was watching, yet they couldn’t do anything about it. The other side was not afraid to die.
Belev glared into the Fighter’s eyes, discontentedly demanding, "Is this how you always cooperate?"
"It depends on the situation. We usually prefer making phone calls, it’s convenient," the Fighter answered irrelevantly.
Belev looked around.
He made up his mind.
"Fine, $100,000, I agree. I hope you’ll pass this along to your leaders. We have a long relationship ahead, and I hope there will be more opportunities for cooperation in the future," Belev gritted his teeth and said.
He had seen a temporary compromise in the eyes of the Tribal Elders.
He didn’t want to be the one to stand out.
Late at night.
Others flatly refuse to give you money.
He couldn’t rob them.
Then what’s there to talk about? Find some leverage first.
"That’s good then, Chief Belev. I hope you will keep your promise. We like to work with trustworthy people," the Fighter didn’t waste further words. Belev clearly wasn’t going to let this go.
The Tribe had suffered such great losses, it was impossible for Belev to swallow his pride and not seek revenge.
But that didn’t matter.
What mattered was that he had agreed now.
"Then, I won’t see you out." Belev’s forced smile was quite terrifying, making even his own men shiver, but the Fighter was emotionless, merely a bug making a face.
Haha.
If you’re happy, that’s good.
The Fighter smiled and said, "Goodbye, Chief Belev, and all the Elders and gentlemen. If there’s any issue in the future, you can call the previous number anytime, 24/7. It was a pleasure meeting you tonight, and I hope that next time we meet, we can be friends."
"Hmph," Belev snorted coldly.
Afterward.
The Fighter left.
Watching the Fighter depart,
Belev stood there for a long time.
He felt as if he’d been mocked tonight, not gaining any benefits but instead losing a great deal of money. Remembering tonight’s losses, Belev’s heart ached again.
Such a great loss had just been glossed over.
He was nowhere near content.
An elder of the tribe, with a stern face, asked, "Chief Belev, regarding this matter, what do you plan to do?" At this moment, the faces of these elders looked awful, having been humiliated by a nighttime surprise visit.
They were all fuming on the inside.
Of course.
Besides anger, there was fear.
Belev thought for a moment and replied with respectful tone, "Elders, I believe it is not appropriate to engage in direct conflict with Black Prison at this time. You’ve all seen that they came prepared.
These explosions signify that we are constantly under their blade. The moment it falls, we will be in great danger. I suggest we first locate this blade, starting with searching the entire tribe.
It’s possible these were caused by a long-range weapon. I also suggest a major search in the peripherals of our territory to see if there are any ground-based long-range weapons. I wouldn’t rule out aerial weapons, although the chances are slim.
Black Prison probably doesn’t yet have the qualifications to launch such precise aircraft attacks here. Regarding Black Prison, I believe we need to initiate a thorough investigation. Elders, rest assured, the shock you have received today and the losses our tribe has suffered, I will make sure Black Prison gives us an explanation."
In the end.
Belev still remembered to make Black Prison pay.
The tribal elders murmured among themselves for a while and finally agreed to Belev’s plan.
"Okay, but still be mindful of the method. These desperate fugitives are not to be trifled with. If they dare to act, it means they completely disregard us, so we must investigate thoroughly to find out who is backing them.
As for the mining field, don’t touch it yet, nor their people. Without full assurance and a guaranteed chance of victory, it’s not worth risking our lives against such desperados."
Belev promised, "I understand. I will restrain our people. To avoid any misunderstanding, I will also warn the neighboring powers. Elders, you go and rest; I’ll handle the rest."
"Hmm."
The elders all left.
Only Belev and the other deputy chiefs remained.
They looked at each other.
The situation had developed to such an extent that apart from the word ’bullshit,’ they could find no other descriptors. Sleeping soundly, to be dragged out of bed for a confrontation and then the other party leaving nonchalantly while you couldn’t even fart.
It was humiliating.
Utterly humiliating.
Belev, looking at the few people left, said coldly, "Pass the word, first, expedite firefighting and save whatever is still usable; second, lock down all information related to Black Prison, what just happened must not be leaked.
And third, for the time being, do not provoke that Chinese’s mining field and warn the surrounding powers about it. As for when we’ll retaliate, wait for my notice. Do not act on your own accord."
"Yes."
The deputy chiefs took the order and left.
Gradually.
The noise outside slowly subsided.
The rescue operations were carried out in an orderly manner.
In the end, quite a lot was actually salvaged except for the Ammunition Depot because there really wasn’t anything left there, and no one dared to enter, who knows if the gunpowder might explode all of a sudden.
The rescue was completed.
Everyone returned to their homes.
But nobody in the tribe could sleep. In the middle of the night, the explosions sounded like firecrackers, echoing ten or so times, though they were all in uninhabited areas carrying only materials.
But who could guarantee that next time it wouldn’t be their own home?
For a moment.
In the torrential rainy night, the tribe was somewhat panicked, fortunately, after consecutive reassurances, the fears of the tribe were somewhat calmed. However, they were left wide awake, lying in bed with eyes wide open.
Because closing their eyes would bring flashes of just what had occurred.
According to the inertia of human thought.
If they kept thinking on it.
They might imagine themselves sitting in an ’airplane.’
The scene was too beautiful.
Unbearable to watch.
...
In Belev’s room.
He was smoking a cigar in his mouth.
Slowly pondering how to resolve this issue.
Black Prison was adamant, firmly refusing the compensation; he was also helpless and realized he truly didn’t understand Black Prison. It was indeed a bit foolish to provoke them without any reason.
He had to do some homework.
