The old man took a deep breath, breaking the deathly silence: "The thirty-some workers in the factory... were thrown into transport trucks like livestock! Their destination... is that damned New Reclamation Area, euphemistically called re-education and labor reform... Pfft! That's a concentration camp!"
"They trusted us, the Black Queen! They believed we could provide them with a way to survive! That's why they were willing to take the risk to work for us! We... how can we just stand by and watch them be treated like this?!"
The atmosphere in the conference room became oppressive.
"You are right!" Chloe's voice was resolute, carrying the unquestionable power of a leader, instantly suppressing the pervasive despair, "We cannot let those who trust us bleed and shed tears; we must find a way to rescue them."
But as she spoke, her gaze suddenly flickered toward the two unfamiliar figures—the red-haired young man and the man in the trench coat.
"However... who are these two?" Chloe looked at Frost, "Frost, I remember the meeting notice only requested core members to attend. These two friends seem to not only be absent from the list, but they aren't even members of our Black Queen, right?"
Frost finally lifted his head from the shadows: "Oh, them?"
"This is Mr. Lucas." He pointed to the red-haired young man who was sitting casually with roped muscles.
"This is his partner, Mr. Boris." He then gestured to the trench-coated man who was as silent as a rock.
"They are friends who have come from afar to join us."
Frost deliberately emphasized the word "friends," his gaze provocatively sweeping over Serie, "They are our fellow Anomalys, and they have a deep interest in our... cause, bringing very pragmatic support."
The red-haired youth, Lucas, appropriately revealed a hearty smile, even bowing slightly in greeting toward Chloe and Serie, carrying a kind of merchant-like slickness, while the trench-coated man, Boris, remained motionless, his dark goggles blocking all prying eyes.
"A considerable amount of startup capital, enough to buy brand-new standard-issue equipment, and plenty of medicine and supplies!"
Frost's voice carried a hint of deliberate showing off: "Enough to let us sweep through the Saint Martan garrison in Valaro Province! Take back our land! Establish the order that belongs to our Black Queen!"
"Do you see, Chloe?" Frost's voice suddenly rose: "This is what we need most right now! This is the real, tangible help that can immediately solve our pressing needs! Not hiding in this dark, damp air-raid shelter, rotting away..."
Frost didn't name names, but it was clear who he was targeting.
"Frost!!" The old radio operator's hair and beard stood on end, and he slammed the table in a fit of rage, rising to his feet.
Chloe's expression darkened instantly, looking directly at Frost, she said coldly: "Frost, this money can indeed solve our pressing needs, but any new member must be approved by me, and... please watch your language!"
Hanie was scared pale by this explosive argument, almost fainting.
As for Serie, who was at the very center of this verbal storm...
"Seriously... dude, are you mentally ill?"
Serie really didn't know why Frost was targeting her so much.
Could it be just because she parachuted into the Black Queen and stole the Black King position he had been coveting for so long?
The problem is, this position wasn't his to begin with, so how could it be stolen?
Honestly... what a self-absorbed idiot. If it weren't for the fact that Goluthos couldn't speak, she would have already opened her mouth and let loose a torrent of abuse.
It was also out of consideration for Chloe's face that Serie held back, not biting him directly to show him why the flowers were so red.
However, Serie wasn't blinded by anger. When Frost started showing off those two friends, she felt something was wrong, so she had Billie, who was thousands of miles away, search through her phone photo album.
It contained many of Billie's cringe-worthy dark history photos, which made her scalp tingle, just like flipping through a primary school QQ Zone, but she eventually found a relatively normal group photo.
It was a group photo of the Wild Beast Gang.
In the photo, besides the four deceased members, the remaining Centipede and Toad, with their iconic red hair and cynical, rascally smiles, and the gloomy appearance of habitually wrapping themselves tightly in trench coats with only half their faces visible...
Gradually overlapped with the two friends from afar before her eyes.
You've got to be kidding me...
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