novelraw Chapter 1369 691: Bandit Feud (Part 2)
Chapter 1369 691: Bandit Feud (Part 2)
Even though he had only been in power for a few months, Minkler had certainly not done less when it came to planting confidants, building factions, and cultivating power, with key departments tightly gripped in his hand.
Although he didn't care about anything when he fled, even with just a title left, he was still the Commander of the United Defense Fleet.
The trouble he encountered when he rose to power was mirrored by the difficulty in bringing him down now.
No matter how small, a mosquito is still meat—if they wanted to replace him, each family would still need a few rounds of maneuvering at least.
The makeshift team naturally restrained precision micro-operations; even if someone wanted to purge his deployment, it couldn't be done in a day or two, merely being rather suppressed and desolate.
"Very well."
Ji Jue nodded, glanced at the speed and the route, "At the latest, in four hours, we'll be there; now you get ready to make the call.'
After washing his face, Minkler sat down, picked up the phone that Ji Jue had placed on the table, and took out a notebook from the inner pocket, opening it page by page.
Then, he started to make calls.
The moment the call connected, his face changed, and without saying anything, he began to curse angrily at the other end, and then questioned the stance and allegiance of the other party, asking if they were selling themselves to a new master.
He finished one call, then another.
The teacup emptied and was refilled, emptied again, without stopping all the way, until his voice became hoarse and other calls stopped connecting.
"Almost all have been contacted."
Minkler rubbed his face and sighed wearily: "By this time, my family probably knows I'm coming back; if it delays any longer, other families will get the news."
"Every second counts, speed is the key." Ji Jue asked, "How many people can you truly rely on?"
"Less than one-third."
Minkler said, "The rest are just fence-sitters."
"That's enough."
Ji Jue nodded, "I don't understand the specifics and the situation, so I won't micromanage; just get ready."
He looked at the gradually emerging outline of the island in the distance and finally reminded: "When the time comes, leave the rest to me; you just enter the base, drum up and gather the troops, and set out to crush the bandits!"
"Where are the..."
Minkler was slightly stunned, then suddenly understood.
He lowered his head, looked at the necklace and ring on his neck, and couldn't help but want to laugh.
Yes, where are the bandits?
As long as the soldiers are in your hands, whoever you say is a bandit, is a bandit!
As long as the ring is in my hand, whatever I want to do is what the Chopra family wants to do!
Who let me be the Chief Commander of the Seven Cities Defense, who let me be the recognized successor to the Family Head by the Family God of the Chopra family!
Minkler grinned, raised his hand to remove the necklace, and put that once-dreaded ring on his index finger, carefully looked at it, lifted his sleeve, and wiped off the nonexistent Dust on it.
The flickering glimmer illuminated his eyes.
Suddenly felt that the days in the fiery pit didn't seem that tough.
Especially, thinking about how many more people would be coming down to accompany him soon…
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Xiang State.
On a sweltering afternoon, in the heart of the bustling and prosperous city, a sprawling architectural complex built against the mountains like a palace, the Chopra family.
"Minkler is back?"
In the luxurious reception room, Bogio lifted his eyelids, turned to look at his subordinate, unable to hide his surprise, "Can he actually come back?
What on earth is that bitch Old Six doing, not even knowing how to act?"
As the current de facto ruler of the Chopra family, after the early deaths of his elder brothers, he was the genuine first man, now over fifty years old.
No choice; Minkler's old man was truly fertile; from nineteen to ninety-one, if it weren't for an early stroke, he could have had another hundred and seven for the family!
For over seventy years, just by relying on fertility, he simply and brutally kept the main line firmly suppressing the other branches and holding the power.
Unfortunately, the flaws were equally apparent.
After his death, the once massive mainline would also begin to split and fight internally, life and death at stake, until a new mainline was regenerated. No one knows how many out of the one hundred and six children will survive this process…
The good news is, more than half are already gone, and most of the remaining are either still in kindergarten or completely useless.
The bad news is, apart from that, the remaining are the toughest nut to crack.
In this, Minkler, the nominal heir, could only be considered a line of soft chicken bones, a reward for the final winner.
Thanks to Ji Jue's instigation, Bogio was the first to receive the news that Minkler, having gained nothing, fled from the Federation back to the Seven Cities, and he even instructed his subordinate to pass the news to that slut Old Six through the foolish Nineteenth Brother!
Just waiting for that fool to kill Minkler, and then he could gather evidence to unite the elders to throw her into the family fire and burn her alive.
Bandit brawl, Old Six dies violently.
How pleasant does it sound?
But why, Minkler, don't you just want to die?
Bogio frowned, "Is the news reliable?"
"Minkler doesn't know his personal assistant is under your arrangement, personally confirmed."
The secretary replied, "The one killed was a double; he left a day early by ship to Gray Port for transit, then came back in disguise and had his secretary contact the elders to report that Old Eleven was selling out…"
Bogio's expression changed slightly, finally turning indifferent.
No matter what Minkler was up to, no new variables could be introduced at this juncture; it was better not to have new changes.
"Such nonsense."
He sighed, tapping the jeweled lighter in his hand, "Still too young, have Housekeeper Xu go and fetch the young master back first.
He can't always be wandering outside."
"Understood."
The secretary nodded, asking, "How to arrange it?"
"Hasn't he disappeared?"
Bogio waved his hand, "Let him continue to disappear until everything has settled…"
Ten minutes later, the white-haired Housekeeper Xu nodded and smiled warmly.
"Family matters are best resolved within the family, the young master is just young and made a mistake; he should be sensible and know the rules."
This old housekeeper, holding countless servants' lives in the dwelling, slowly got up: "Prepare the car, I'll personally bring the young master back."
In less than half an hour, the secret pier at the edge of Xiang State was completely cleared, replaced by the Chopraja's own personnel.
Housekeeper Xu sat in the clean resting room, picked up hot tea at just the right temperature, and looked toward the sea.
Smiling, waiting for the young master to return home.
Ten minutes passed, twenty minutes passed, thirty minutes passed…
An hour passed.
Another hour passed…
His smile grew increasingly stiff.
The cold gaze turned to the dumbfounded man beside him, while Minkler's personal assistant was drenched in sweat and vacant.
The phone screen in his hand was still lighting up with messages from Minkler.
[Be there soon]
[Already on the way]
[Ten minutes]
[Just went to the bathroom]
[Almost there]
[Really, really...]
When a perfunctory message came, the personal assistant had crumpled to the floor, mumbling, unable to speak, almost wailing.
"Hey, really, completely played."
Housekeeper Xu chuckled mockingly, the icy laughter growing more menacing: "Useless, didn't even know being played."
Without needing his command, the people beside him dragged the screaming assistant away; soon enough, amidst the end of wails and pleas, gunshots rang out.
Thud.
Silence.
"Alright, pack it up, let's go."
Housekeeper Xu glanced at the simple resting room, threw the teacup to the ground dismissively, and turned to leave, only to hear sounds from the pier direction.
At the end of the sea, a small black dot appeared.
In the assistant's blood, the screen lit up once more.
[I'm here].
"..."
Housekeeper Xu froze for a moment, incredulous: "Truly late?"
At the end of the sea, the long-delayed visitor seemed to wave to the welcomers… lifting their 381mm main gun barrel.
At that moment, Housekeeper Xu's expression froze on his face.
As though finally comprehending something.
In extreme bewilderment, couldn't help but want to laugh.
"You motherfu…"
On the deck, Minkler yawned and waved his hand back.
He said, "Fire."
Boom!!!!