She was not worried about them burning bridges after crossing; the people were always in her hands, and she had always held the initiative.
She could make her workers willingly cooperate with their work, or with a single command, have them launch a massive non-violent non-cooperation movement with perfectly compliant reasons.
In this way, the project that the other party viewed as a lifesaver could instantly turn into a fatal scandal.
As for potential subsequent attempts at division or bribery, Elysia was not worried.
Within an organization that is clearly on the rise, those willing to change allegiances are few to begin with.
However, according to her prior investigation, the members of the “Progressive Party” are mostly quite pure; they are driven by true ideals rather than mere interests, and she very much hopes to build mutual trust with them.
Wallace pondered for a moment.
He was not deceived by the vision Elysia painted.
Stripping away the flowery language, he finally perceived her true intentions.
She was conceding so much profit now only to tie him, or even the entire “Progressive Party,” to her chariot.
Where this chariot would head was not yet clear, and whether the final outcome would be destruction or reaching the pinnacle was impossible to know.
At this moment, the steering wheel was no longer in their hands.
Wallace quickly weighed the pros and cons in his mind.
He soon understood the crux of the matter and clearly saw the cards she held.
This feeling of role reversal made him very uncomfortable.
After much thought, Wallace could only look up, gazing at her with complex eyes.
“This is a serious matter; our side still needs to deliberate.” He chose to be evasive, but his hands honestly accepted the terms.
“If there is a result, I will contact Miss Elysia immediately.” “Then I shall await your reply at any time~” Elysia smiled indifferently, then gracefully rose and left.
“To be honest, Miss Elysia.” Before Elysia left, Wallace called out to her.
“In every aspect, you have completely exceeded the level expected of your peers.” “Thank you for the compliment,” Elysia turned around to respond, a calm smile still on her face.
“I have no intention of judging this, but compared to them, I am indeed a few years older mentally.” After the slightly dilapidated door closed, Wallace leaned back in his chair and let out a long sigh.
Afterward, he dialed the party leader’s number and truthfully explained the previous transaction to him.
“I must say, it is indeed a quite attractive proposal.” The voice on the other end sounded intrigued.
“So, Wallace, how do you feel about this young lady?” “It is simply…
indescribable,” he did not know where to start.
“The only thing I can be sure of is that her future is limitless.” Walking to the street corner, Elysia looked back at the efforts she had made along the way.
Division, solicitation, suppression, and checks and balances.
The once carefree girl was long gone; she had quickly adapted to her new identity, done everything she could, and exhausted her efforts to carve out patches of pure land within the intertwined system.
Starting from the dark side saved her a lot of energy; she did not need to deal with layers of bureaucracy, nor would she be stuck in processes by ring after ring of audits.
After inheriting the connections of the godfather Falco and gaining the support of the people by setting things right along the way, many things had become simple.
As [ Origin ], there is currently no one in this world who is her opponent.
She had also thought about adopting a simpler and cruder method, but force cannot improve the lives of the people, nor can it build an effective system; wanton destruction would only result in others paying the price for her in the end.
Where she passes, Order should remain, not chaos.
Therefore, her physical persuasion would only be used on some stubborn forces; the middle forces still needed to be won over as much as possible.
The hustle and bustle on the street were the same as ever, with pedestrians hurrying by, but Elysia had no heart to enjoy this moment of tranquility.
She just looked up as if sensing something, gazing in a certain direction, then tilted her head slightly.
Accompanied by a whistling sound piercing the air, the stone slab behind her instantly shattered, sending stone chips flying with a dull cracking sound.
Passengers passing by her were startled and immediately ran away in a panic, dragging their luggage, while Elysia just stood there and sighed helplessly.
An anti-materiel sniper rifle; they really spent a fortune.
Since leaving Lang City, this was already the seventh time.
Although she did not take these assassins seriously, being repeatedly assassinated made Elysia’s gaze darken; she, too, had a temper.
“Damn it, how did she find me?” In an abandoned building two kilometers away, the assassin lay on the edge of the floor with his sniper rifle mounted, spitting out a mouthful of saliva.
And when he looked through the scope to observe the scene again, Elysia had already disappeared from view.
A great sense of fear struck him suddenly, and his battle-hardened intuition made his hair stand on end.
The assassin hurriedly packed up his gun, walked quickly to the zipline, threw his gun bag, and slid all the way down.
After reaching the bottom, he didn’t even have time to pack his equipment before rushing toward the door.
Then, in the white light streaming in from outside the door, he saw a touch of pink.
Elysia leaned against the doorframe, smiling at him very relaxedly, as if she were just greeting him in the most ordinary way.
“Hi~ How does it feel~” She waved her hand.
The assassin froze on the spot, feeling his blood freeze all over.
Less than a minute to cover two kilometers; is this even human?
“Destroying public facilities, causing panic—will you turn yourself in to the police station, or should I send you there?” Elysia said, half-squinting her eyes.
“Heh.” The assassin snorted coldly.
As a bounty assassin known in the industry for having the most guts, if he were to surrender just like that, it would be smashing his own reputation.
People from the dark side who get caught by the police station will have a stain on their record, and they will be mocked when taking on commissions in the future.
Therefore, he straightened his body, put on a resolute expression, then very obediently threw down the gun bag, also tossing miscellaneous items like his Swiss Army knife onto the ground, and then raised his hands high, giving a Gallic salute.
“I surrender.” Hilarious.
Facing something that is highly likely to have transcended humanity, it would be a miracle if he could win.
Rather than getting beaten up for nothing, it is better to be a sensible person who knows the times.
“Quite cooperative, aren’t you.” Elysia raised an eyebrow, walked over on her own, then opened the gun bag and took out the sniper rifle, holding it in both hands to test the weight.
“Then I suppose you won’t mind if I inflict a little punishment~” The assassin couldn’t help but swallow hard.
Then, he watched as his custom-made sniper rifle, which cost nearly a million, was snapped in two by Elysia in a clean and swift motion.
He suddenly felt his heart and lungs stop.
It’s okay, there are still parts that can be salvaged, he comforted himself bitterly.
Then, he watched as Elysia skillfully dismantled the parts and smashed them into pieces one by one.
He clutched his chest, feeling his back suddenly hunch over.
“Go turn yourself in, and don’t try to escape halfway.” Elysia waved the barrel of the sniper rifle at him, her tone slightly heavier.
“I will be watching you from the shadows.” Sweat had already started to bead on the assassin’s forehead; he rushed toward the police station as if fleeing from some great terror.
Elysia rubbed her temples and followed him slowly out the door.
The bright sunlight poured down, illuminating her whole body, and amidst the warmth surrounding her, her mind remained as silent as ice.
There is still much to be done.