"As our seats in the Parliament increased, the Prime Minister had to take our opinions into account when issuing decrees! The royal family even needed to consult us before making important decisions! And this! This wasn't even the end!"
*It wasn't over yet? We had already become so powerful, and there was still more to come?*
Upon hearing that this was not the endpoint, the Rebels inside the room could hardly bear it any longer. Each one clenched their fists with rapid breaths, eyes tightly fixed on "Little Baskin" as if he was glowing, eager to hear how much more formidable the future Rebels could become.
Leon's hollow visions were detectable to those who were truly experienced in politics. Just a bit of tasting with their upper lips, and they could tell that the filling of this pie wasn't substantial.
Although the feasibility of these things wasn't entirely absent, and was certainly better than mere fantasies, the extent of its goodness was quite limited.
Just figuring out how to unite everyone wholeheartedly and avoid being co-opted and divided was a hurdle that couldn't be bypassed, not to mention how to deal with the counterattacks of other forces, or even being crushed by joint forces. If these issues couldn't be resolved, it might just lead to an endless quagmire.
But for the Rebels, who barely had average community college education, or had dropped out of their initial birth education, and couldn't write anything except their own names, these seemingly magnificent promises were enough to dizzy them with excitement.
As for co-opting and dividing, or counterattacking and crushing...
*Laughable. Over the years, we've been chased by the military and secret police to the point where we dared not show our faces, only able to hide in this valley eight hundred miles away from the Capital City, living in mud houses. The worst was running into a big tiger baring its teeth while going out for a pee. Could things really get worse than they were now?*
*Finished! Completely finished!*
Looking at how everyone in the room was staring fanatically at Leon, with not a single person glancing at him, the middle-aged man felt a chill run through his body.
*The Aquarius Director's warning... was accurate word for word! This person, whether or not he's Little Baskin, was indeed incredibly dangerous.*
After years of effort, he finally gathered enough strength to launch an attack on the Boarding Tower, but in less than thirty minutes, it was all ruined.
*He not only destroyed the Rebels but also wrecked my plan to conceal the Kingdom's mineral resources through the Boarding Tower attack and thus avoid war.*
*It's over! From now on, everything is over!*
Gritting his teeth fiercely, middle-aged Joshua glared at "Little Baskin" across the room. He regretted not going over to kill him straight away when he discovered the six pointers had moved last night, and even allowing him to attend the meeting!
*I was truly foolish!*
Watching "Little Baskin" stand up among the expectant gazes of the crowd, seemingly wanting to say more, the middle-aged man couldn't help but take a deep breath, then slowly stood up as well.
Noticing his movement, Leon raised his eyebrows slightly, then paused his speech to gaze at him and took the initiative to ask,
"Do you have anything else to say?"
The middle-aged man slowly nodded, then opened his mouth and said,
"I was thinking, if I had... Nicole?"
Accompanied by his startled voice, the door behind Leon squeaked as if someone pushed it open, causing Leon's heart to jolt as well. He then turned back to look, and then...
A spiraling silver-white nail suddenly drilled out of Leon's heart, disappearing into the empty doorway.
And this wasn't the end. Before the shot Leon could even turn his head back, the middle-aged man, who hated him to the core, continuously pulled the trigger, firing seven more shots in rapid succession, turning Leon's back into a bloody mess!
"What I meant to say was, I wish I had done this back then!"
After emptying the magazine into "Little Baskin" from behind, effectively killing him, the middle-aged man, eyes still burning with hatred, threw the nail gun onto the ground. He pointed at the Rebels who had betrayed him and coldly laughed,
"Moreover, you fools! Do you really think following his plan would work? Do you think those nobles and merchants are here to do charity, and would honestly follow the Kingdom's laws to play that out in the open?"
"Heh, I don't deny that Little Baskin had the ability to accomplish what he claimed. After all, he made you betray me over a single meal, and in that aspect, he indeed had a terrifying talent. But do those nobles and merchants need to out-talk Little Baskin as I did? They only need to spend a little money to hire a desperate fool with a gun, like me... Bang!"
After making a shooting gesture, the middle-aged man coldly laughed,
"Wake up! The only one who can save the Kingdom is me! No matter how beautiful the path Little Baskin pointed out to you seemed, that worthless ability of his which merely makes people bow couldn't protect his safety! As soon as he, the leader, died, everything would just be a delus... You... you're not dead yet?"
Spitting the bloody foam out of his mouth, Leon felt the hole in his chest heal, then adjusted his clothes before turning back. He faced the Rebels, who were nearly in shock, and offered an apologetic smile.
"I'm sorry. I just found out that my ability seems to go beyond making people bow. It should also include an Undying Body."