Benzedrine surveyed the blonde woman before him. She had a commendable figure, though it was a shame she was a woman. He wasn't surprised that a woman could find them. Given all the forces had congregated around the cottage, it wasn't hard to locate them.

Hearing the woman's proposal, he smiled and said, "As it happens, we were also considering approaching Mr. Goodman for a discussion. We will honor your invitation."

Kawada Kazuo queried, "General, why does he suddenly want to converse with us?"

"Simple."

Benzedrine grinned, "If he could guarantee a 100% claim over this place, naturally, he wouldn't need to discuss anything. The fact he wants to talk now indicates an attempt to minimize losses. When you head over later, seize the opportunity in the confusion to observe whether there are more of his men in the cottage."

"Understood."

...

Jinx took the business card from the woman and stared at the woman who made him drool. "I look forward to meeting Mr. Gutmann. Excuse me, did he extend the invitation to only me or..."

"If he only invites you, would you dare to go?"

The woman left without a backward glance, leaving Jinx standing there, bemused. Damn, her frankness stung him.

...

Leondra looked at the business card, "Please tell Mr. Goodman, I will definitely make the appointment on time."

After watching the woman leave, he told the people around him, "Everyone is ready."

...

Stalov greeted the woman with a smile, "Hello, I was wondering, are the leaders supposed to go alone, or can everyone attend?"

The woman replied, "It doesn't matter if you all bring weapons."

"..."

Stalov was stunned, "Doesn't Mr. Gutman fear... so many of us against him?"

The woman laughed, "Mr. Gutman is very civilized and doesn't fight."

"..."

Stalov laughed awkwardly. Is that true?...

The sizable tent stood before the farmhouse, wherein Ming sat. He had just leveled the steps in front of the cabin, making the ground flush. The tent was entirely grounded, leaving no gaps. Importantly, the occupation timer did not cease because of it. As long as they stayed within the boundaries of the cabin, it wouldn't be affected.

The tent entrance was left open. Alice stood outside the flap, parasol in hand, watching various groups approach from all directions.

Of course, there were also some small groups temporarily formed by individual people, whose leaders had just been elected. Their idea was simple, to eat meat if they could, and if there was no meat, they would drink soup. They were all people with an attitude of trying.

At this moment, outside the yard, there were more than 500 people, including several factions and individual people.

The crowd stopped outside the courtyard, each faction occupying a position, and the leaders walked out one by one, heading towards the tent.

The last one to walk into the yard was Benzedrine. He looked at the surrounding environment, and his eyes fell on the tent, smiling. His own idea of sharing a room was fulfilled.

At this time, Kawada Kazuo walked from the side, and whispered in his ear, "General, I have just checked, there is no one in the room, there is only one man and one woman here."

"Um~"

Benzedrine curled his lips, drew a few cigarettes from the pack, and passed them to Kawada Kazuo. They exchanged knowing glances before the latter retreated towards the crowd.

Alice, who had been at the tent entrance, watched as Benzedrine entered the tent. She then manually closed the tent door.

Outside the tent, individuals from various factions glanced at each other, exchanged greetings, kept their guards up, and even started small talk:

"Why did they close the door?"

"They're all higher-ups. It's only natural they want a private discussion."

"Don't worry, it's just a tent. If anything happens, just shout. We'll all hear."

"..."

Inside the tent, Ming was perched in the center on a sofa, donned in a mask, sunglasses, a police hat, and a kerchief, revealing no portion of his face. The others were dressed similarly, none exposing their full faces.

They all took their places on wooden chairs, which Alice had hauled out of the cabin one by one. For every face mask she was given, she provided a chair, which turned out to be quite a profitable exchange.

Ming swept over everyone with his "Eagle Eye".

Weakness: [No one can fight.]

..."The reason I called you all here pertains to the ownership of this farm. I invite you all to voice your thoughts first, and I assure you, I will listen intently."

Ming decided to get straight to the point, not wanting to make small talk. After all, no one knew each other, so there wasn't much to chat about.

"..."

Everyone was stunned. They didn't expect this guy to be so direct. For these two to face such a large crowd and still exude confidence... it was puzzling.

"Well, allow me to speak first."

Benzedrine stood up, his goal was simple: to create conflict. He said: "Mr. Gutman, we all know the value of this area, and you should comprehend that you cannot retain possession of it all on your own. After all, there are only two of you, and we have five hundred."

"Uh..."

ƥαṇdαs ηθνε| Ming nodded, shooting Benzedrine a glance. The man had begun to stir the pot right from the get-go. It was evident he wanted Ming to spar with everyone present. Since that was the case... Ming chuckled, "So you're suggesting that whoever wields the power, claims ownership of this place, correct?"

"Indeed."

Benzedrine affirmed, musing internally, I didn't anticipate that you'd adhere to my logic so readily, this is rather straightforward. The next step is to instigate a brawl.

"Alright!"

Ming rose, "Since I lack the strength, I choose to relinquish the occupation rights. You can have it, I don't mind~"

"..."

Everyone was dumbstruck, disbelieving their ears. What kind of tactic was this?

You're not even offering a rebuttal, or posturing, at least groan a little.

You are a God Slayer!

Could you possibly be an imposter?

"..."

Benzedrine wore a disconcerted expression. You just... renounced it, just like that? Aren't you going to resist at least a bit?

Benzedrine felt that his scheme was flawless. Initially, he would fuel the strife, using the crowd to assassinate or gravely wound Goodman. The best outcome would see both sides sustain losses, and he could manipulate the remainder to his advantage. But he absolutely did not foresee that Gutman would simply back out!

His plan to provoke conflict backfired! Damn, it!!

Pfft~

Alice, who was standing by the tent entrance, burst out laughing so hard that her whole body trembled. She didn't expect you to reciprocate the dispute everyone else had pinpointed back onto them in such a fashion. You truly haven't changed~ You're still the same old Ming~

[Hold on tight, foodie, look at the woman's chin, shaking slightly~ I'm about to fall off due to your quaking~]

[Da Vinci, nestled between her chest, told foodie, see? The advantage of being small is that, in the event of an accident, you can always find an appropriate crevice to lodge yourself in~]

"~"

These two foolish creatures, truly had no sense of decency at all.