Chapter 236: You are not allowed to hit us again!
The emotional Jialan, relying on their numerical superiority, charged towards the player whose identity had been exposed.
The leading Jialan youth, full of confidence, shouted “Kill all Cangyuan!” as he accelerated into a graceful flying kick.
Flying kicks are a very risky move in real combat, especially when facing an enemy stronger than oneself.
Although the player he attacked had been playing the role of a merchant in the branch, his official professional sequence was that of a soldier, now possessing 20 points of strength and 16 points of agility, with physical qualities nearly four times that of an ordinary person!
After putting on the powered soft armor, his upper body strength easily exceeded 1 ton.
It was clear that this player had been “selected,” and his previous act of exposing his identity was also deliberate.
Essentially, he was “fishing”!
With a casual lift of his hand, he effortlessly seized the Jialan youth's ankle, cleanly intercepting his amateur flying kick.
Immediately after, before the opponent could react, this combat enthusiast player spread his stance, stabilized his lower body, tightened his waist and abdomen, and exerted force, single-handedly throwing the troublesome Jialan youth more than three meters into the air.
The Jialan youth performed a series of highly difficult, aesthetically pleasing continuous rotations in the air, tearing a thigh ligament mid-flight, and his slipper flew off, slamming hard into the face of a companion behind him.
Finally, he landed in a perfect split, crashing heavily onto the space station's metal floor, his “two eggs” completely shattered, turning him into a “Bakugan boy,” and he fainted on the spot from the pain.
What the f*ck!?
The Jialan behind him looked as if they had seen a fierce beast, their momentum completely vanishing, and they instinctively retreated, several of them nearly tripping.
Even if their brains were missing a screw, they could realize they had run into a tough character.
“They hit! These bastards! They really made the first move!”
The players immediately beamed with joy, almost jumping up and down.
They had endured the Jialan victory propaganda team for more than a day or two, and today they were all prepared, not just casually watching the excitement.
And it wasn't just one or two who had been “ambushed” in the crowd beforehand.
“Did you record them making the first move?”
“Don’t worry, it’s been recording the whole time!”
“Good! Brothers, let’s go!”
If you make the first move, then we can’t be blamed for self-defense.
Lu Yuan charged forward, shattering a Jialan’s nose with one punch.
Dozens of players behind him moved in unison, surrounding the troublemaking Jialan from all sides and beginning to mercilessly beat them.
“Damn it! Keep preaching to me! Keep disturbing the public with your loud speakers! Keep singing and dancing! Why aren’t you dancing now?”
Facts proved that, whether military or civilian, Jialan only mustered courage when they had a numerical advantage and were certain they could win.
This extreme bullying of the weak and fearing the strong seemed to have completely integrated into their culture.
And the gene for “resisting the strong” seemed to not exist at all.
Facing the players’ strong counterattack, they did not fight, nor did they try to concentrate their forces to break through; all they did was grovel without dignity and frantically flee.
Because they were surrounded from all sides, these people could only flee towards the “victory” propaganda stage in the center.
The crowd completely lost their minds, squeezing together like livestock; the smaller ones were directly knocked to the ground by their companions, suffering continuous trampling, broken ribs, spitting blood, and incontinence.
This posture of not resisting at all, of passively submitting, also immediately made the players lose interest in fighting.
How boring! What kind of humanoid trash are these? After venting the anger accumulated over the past month and symbolically knocking down a few Jialan who ran to the front, the players made all the rest squat down with their heads in their hands in front of the victory propaganda stage.
The Jialan, beaten into submission, were very cooperative.
Diplomats with higher citizen ranks even actively maintained order, loudly scolding their lower-ranked compatriots who were slow due to injuries, kicking their butts hard, and then came to the players with fawning expressions, reporting their work results and trying to take credit.
The players were completely awestruck.
To put it unpleasantly, this truly was, objectively, the most suitable nation to be conquered and enslaved.
Of course, a brawl of this scale could not go unnoticed by the space station’s security forces.
But it was only noticed, nothing more.
Dozens of security officers in powered armor had a strong sense of self-preservation, standing with hands on their hips, observing from a distance, with no intention of going forward to rescue the Jialan.
“If you ask me, these Jialan, their own government might not even want to claim them, so why should we worry?”
The port area security captain, who was in charge, quipped.
“Yes, exactly!”
His words received unanimous support from his colleagues.
One hot-blooded young police officer wanted to go forward and give a few warnings, to assert his presence, but was pulled back by his older partner.
“Are you crazy? The people clashing with the Jialan are clearly employees of Cangyuan’s New Hope branch! How many lives do you think you have? Do you dare go up and reason with them!?”
“Oh… oh! I see…”
The young officer suddenly enlightened, gasped in cold air.
“So those are Cangyuan employees—no wonder their physical qualities are like monsters! It feels like their bare-handed strength is almost the same as ours in powered armor, and the Jialan can’t even withstand one blow…”
“Tell me about it! That’s why I think your brain really got caught in the airlock door!”
These security forces were fundamentally different from the police departments before the doomsday catastrophe.
Their primary task was not law enforcement or upholding the law, but ensuring that facilities within the space were not damaged from within, and that citizens’ personal safety was not threatened, especially high-ranking citizens.
As for how to achieve these two points, they didn't care at all, and there were no unified regulations from above; whatever worked, worked.
This conflict did not involve New Hope citizens, and the Cangyuan side, in a very short time, forcibly “calmed down” the Jialan rioters who were about to become security risks and ticking time bombs.
This prevented the conflict from escalating further into riots, looting, and arson.
For this, all the security officers were actually very grateful in their hearts.
Even the space station commander, who had previously been on high alert, now saw the situation completely calm down, and a heavy heart finally relaxed.
Good! The war did not affect New Hope. “This is MacMillan, the station commander.”
He proactively sent a communication to Xianyang, “Thank you for being able to resolve the incident with the Jialan in such a short time.”
“You’re welcome,” Lu Yuan replied, “How is your space station? Was it accidentally damaged?”
Station Commander: “Not at all! This is also an important reason why I must thank you. Cangyuan truly came with the intention of ‘making friends,’ and we have genuinely felt this; please allow me to apologize again for our previous biased behavior towards the Galan Commonwealth.”
Lu Yuan: “That’s good.”
Lu Yuan, sitting in the captain’s seat, sneered.
Ah…
Now that we’ve delivered a combination of punches and shown our strength, you change your tune and admit that your previous actions were not “neutral” but actually “biased.”
Should I say you’re particularly pragmatic? Or particularly cowardly?
Regardless, one thing is certain.
The current leadership of New Hope, whether the station commander, the council, or the official chamber of commerce, is truly mediocre and severely lacks strategic vision.
If Cangyuan Future is to cooperate deeply with them, it would be best if the officials in key positions could undergo a major reshuffle in advance.
Otherwise, there will truly come a day when they are betrayed to the point of spitting blood by “pig teammates.”
“Also, there’s something else,” Station Commander MacMillan spoke again in the communication.
“The Galan government has sent an urgent faster-than-light communication; if you wish to speak with them, I can connect you now!”
Lu Yuan looked back at Lu Yuan, who nodded slightly.
“Then please, connect us!”
A few minutes later, an unfamiliar deep voice came through.
“This is Nadi, Prime Minister of the Galan Commonwealth!
“The Galan Commonwealth is willing to negotiate a ceasefire with Cangyuan Future Technology. The following are our proposed ceasefire conditions:
“First, we will pay 1 billion star alliance credit points to redeem all Jialan prisoners of war; the exchange of prisoners must be conducted in secret, and no information shall be leaked to any media during this period! Cangyuan Future Technology shall not publicly discuss this matter in any public forum in the future, nor shall it be publicized as a war achievement!
“Second, as the instigator of the war, we are willing to provide 3 billion star alliance credit points as war reparations. Cangyuan Future Technology, as the perpetrator of the massacre, must pay Consolation Money according to the standard of 300,000 star alliance credit points per fallen soldier, 1 million credit points per officer, and 15 million credit points per general!
“Third, starting from the official ceasefire date, Cangyuan's military forces shall not visit New Hope again for 10 years, nor shall they appear in any navigation star system more than 18 wormhole jumps away from the Li Star System!”