Wasteland Border Inspector

Chapter 50 East vs. West: The Beauty of the Pull!
farce!

This is absolutely a ridiculous farce!

The applause from the audience seemed to be in a contest, with the Eastern and Western camps neither willing to give way and neither willing to stop first.

Uncle Dong on the stage was completely dumbfounded, and the members of the Winter Squad behind the stage, along with all the retired veterans who came to give lectures, were all frozen in the air with blank expressions.

Fa, what happened?
Nobody knows what happened.

Even Cheng Ye, the instigator, was somewhat taken aback, but he suppressed it without showing any sign of anything unusual.

half an hour.

The applause only gradually subsided after Uncle Dong bowed repeatedly and then hurriedly fled backstage, bringing this farce to an end.

"Cheng Ye, do you already have some special connection with Westerners?"

Li Matai's face darkened, and he gestured for him to look at Dario Haven.

He didn't believe that Dario Havin was supporting an unknown Eastern warrior to create a buzz for the study session.

"No, don't talk nonsense."

Cheng Ye sat down and immediately shook his head.

He didn't want to be misunderstood as having joined the Westerners' faction by going to the North Station for duty first.

Moreover, Dario Havan seemed a bit off when he came in; his gaze towards him was extremely intense.

"That's good. I don't want to deal with people who take sides."

Li Matai shrank back, saying this, but his body involuntarily moved to the side.

Hunxue told him that he should stay away from Cheng Ye at this time to avoid being affected by the unknown AOE.

And reality soon proved his premonition correct.

As soon as the training session ended, before the meeting was even officially adjourned, a staff member approached him directly: "Prosecutor Cheng, Prosecutor Ha Wen would like to invite you to discuss dealing with hydrophilic infectious agents. Do you have time now?"

"Take me there."

Cheng Ye nodded and decided to meet force with force and water with water.

Although he still doesn't understand why the Westerners' attitude has changed, he instinctively feels that it's not a bad thing and doesn't contradict the original plan.

To survive in the East-West factional struggle, the first priority is to have the strength to establish a firm foothold.

And he already possesses that ability.

While they may not be outstanding, they are certainly capable of protecting themselves and are no longer inexperienced trainee prosecutors.

With this capability, we can proceed with the next plan.

Take sides.

Li Matai's mixed-school approach might work for others at the checkpoint, but it definitely wouldn't work for him.

Before understanding what the two factions were fighting over, Cheng Ye thought about staying out of trouble.

But when he realized that what the two sides were fighting for was an extraordinary opportunity, he knew that there was no way out and the two factions were now locked in a life-or-death struggle.

Unless Harlin is willing to give up this once-every-six-years opportunity for extraordinary baptism and wait for the next six years.

And risking that Ding Yishan might fail to awaken again, leading to another round of fighting between the two.

Otherwise, the East and West factions will inevitably have to determine who is superior this time.

"Signing with the Easterners is the best choice and my original plan."

“Signing with the Westerners is too risky and not advisable, but meeting them would allow Ding Yishan to see the changes in me.”

This is a risky move.

Cheng Ye might have hesitated before, but now he was eager to try.

As their skills improved, their courage also grew.

Before even arriving at the South Station, he was already getting impatient and wanted to put some pressure on Station Master Ding.

"However, to gain a foothold now, strength alone is not enough; we lack a significant contribution."

"Only by pledging allegiance can you gain the protection of the faction!"

Cheng Ye pondered this in his heart, but his steps never stopped.

Following the staff to the room next to the venue, I was surprised to find that the entire floor had been renovated overnight.

A room that was originally used for actors to rest was vacated and used as a meeting room.

open the door.

The corner where costume racks used to be piled up now has a silver-gray tabletop air conditioner standing there, its white vents silently emitting a cool breeze, keeping the summer heat out of the door.

Two dark gray fabric sofas are arranged in an L-shape, with the edges of the walnut coffee table in the middle polished smooth.

On the table, three white porcelain cups are placed side by side, and a purple clay teapot next to them is emitting wisps of steam.

"Prosecutor Cheng, please have a seat."

Dario Havin gestured with a perfectly timed smile.

From a normal person's perspective, ignoring factional struggles, this attitude is easy to gain favor with.

Cheng Ye sat down on the opposite sofa. Before he could speak, Dario raised his hand and began to pour tea.

"I really like the culture of the people of the East, especially their tea culture."

"As you should know, all plants in our Shi Province will continuously lose their characteristics. These tea cakes were all traded from other provinces and can be considered luxury items."

That's certainly extravagant.

The delicate aroma of tea might not be as noticeable in modern times.

But after drinking the bland nutritional syrup for two months, Cheng Ye felt a sense of comfort and ease as the refreshing aroma filled his nostrils.

In a daze, he felt as if he had fallen into a lush green tea field, greedily inhaling the fresh and moist air from nature.

It's amazing.

But the next second, Cheng Ye suddenly came to his senses, "This shouldn't be ordinary tea, right?"

"You guessed right, these tea leaves have been imbued with extraordinary energy."

Dario gave him an appreciative look, and slowly explained, "Our Stone Province has extraordinary curses, and other provinces are naturally unable to avoid them as well. However, some curses, if used properly, can be turned into treasures, just like 'a sick stone'."

"Come on, try this specialty of Saskatchewan: Cloud and Mist Tea."

"grateful."

Cheng Ye nodded, and without any hesitation, picked up the white porcelain cup and took a sip.

hiss.

It's so refreshing! Is this what life is like for the upper class?
An indescribable refreshing sensation exploded on the tip of my tongue, spreading along my taste buds. It was like taking a throat lozenge with ten times the effect; part of the coolness rushed down my throat, while the other part seemed to escape through my seven orifices and spread out.

"Cool!"

The refreshing sensation that penetrated my lungs dissipated.

Cheng Ye exhaled a breath of white air, creating a cold fog phenomenon that only occurs in winter due to temperature differences.

This is the origin of the clouds and mist.

"Since you like it, here is another unbrewed tea cake. Prosecutor Cheng, you can take it with you later."

Dario reached under the table and pulled out a palm-sized packet of aluminum foil.

Unfold one corner of it, and inside is a bright green pressed tea cake.

"The main reason I invited you here today is to get to know each other. Station Master Harlin greatly admires young people like you with potential. He hopes you can make more contributions at the North Station and also do your part for Happiness City."

Dario tapped the rim of his teacup with his fingertips, a hint of meaning in his smile: "My defense communication identification code is 2217. If Inspector Cheng encounters any trouble in the future, I've never hesitated to lend a hand to someone as talented as you."

"grateful."

The other party seemed to be indicating that he should leave, so Cheng Ye thanked them again, picked up the tea bag, nodded, and left.

Oh no, this guy is a master at winning people over. I feel like his skill level is not much lower than Ding Yishan's.

Once outside, Cheng Ye was secretly alarmed.

If Dario had directly stated his purpose and forced him to take sides, he would have had every reason to go back and think about it.

But the other party's unhurried attitude made it difficult to refuse, and even left one with no chance to say no.

But that’s fine.

Cheng Ye traced the folds on the aluminum foil with his fingertips. Since you're not in a hurry, then I'm not in a hurry either. Let's see who gets anxious first.

He didn't believe that Ding Yishan would choose to be selectively blind to the commotion at the venue just now, coupled with his meeting with Dario.

The door is closed.

Dario downed the cup of cloud tea in one gulp, then quickly picked up the teapot and refilled the cup.

Like a cow chewing on a peony, he kept going until the tea in the pot was empty, then he let out a long breath of white steam carrying the aroma of tea, and slumped back onto the sofa.

But if you look closely, you can still see a hint of pain on his face.

Cloud and mist tea is no ordinary product; the piece that Cheng Ye took away would require at least 50 contribution points.

Most importantly, Saskatchewan and Batu Pahat are far apart, and caravans might not be willing to make the trip even once a year.

This stuff is so good, once you drink one packet, you'll have one less!
"Stationmaster."

Dario picked up his defense phone and dialed a number.

"Have you been in contact with them?"

"You're capable and patient. I don't know who made up that information before; it doesn't match up at all."

“That’s normal.” Harlin’s light laughter came through the microphone. “Neither Cheng Wu nor Cheng Long have extraordinary genes, so they will never awaken their abilities in this lifetime. But when it comes to ruthlessness, they are each more ruthless than the other. The people they’ve offended could circle around Happiness City. If his precious son weren’t ‘useless,’ he would have been killed long ago. How would he have had the chance to inherit the prosecutor’s position?”

"Is it possible that he also won't be able to awaken the extraordinary?"

"It's hard to say," Harlin pondered for a moment. "Can we bring them over?"

"Disaster!"

Dario spoke very quickly, recounting the conversation between the two.

There was a long silence on the other end of the microphone before a voice came through, "Then keep an eye on him. Cheng Wu and Cheng Long still have some feelings for each other. It would be too much trouble for us to take action. Let's not let him die at the North Station. We'll deal with it when he's sent to the South Station. Besides, the inner city won't be easy to get through unless Ding Yishan is willing to protect him at all costs."

"it is good."

The phone hangs up.

Not long after.

The door opened, and a Western prosecutor walked in and sat in the seat that Cheng Ye had previously occupied.

"Sir, we've already informed Dongren that we met with Cheng Ye, and Station Chief Ding should find out soon as well."

“Hmm,” Dario nodded slightly. “What’s his relationship with that bastard Li Matai? Why are they so close?”

"He probably knows he can't hold out any longer and will have to choose sides after autumn, so he's trying to find someone from the East to align with in advance to put pressure on us to continue being opportunists. But he doesn't dare to go too far, afraid that we'll react too strongly, so he can only find a trainee prosecutor."

"Him? He's putting pressure on us?"

Dario scoffed, clearly disdainful. "In that case, ignore him. I'll arrange for you to work with Cheng Ye for the next five days. Keep a close eye on him and don't let the Dong people get desperate and force us into a passive position."

"Don't worry, my lord."

The Western prosecutor nodded in agreement, but then hesitated before speaking, "It's just a trainee prosecutor, is he really worth our time?"

"It's worth it, of course it's worth it."

Dario abruptly interrupted him, "Cheng Long left behind so many favors. He can die anywhere, but he can't die at our Westerners' North Station, causing Yunbao and Changyuan to unite against me and steal my stationmaster, understand?!"

"Webmaster!"

"Ah."

“What Liu Bi didn’t say, I did say, and the situation is pretty clear now.”

"Ok?"

"Jackie Chan was indeed hiding, and he was hiding it well enough to fool everyone."

“Cheng Ye is completely inconsistent with the information we have. He is ruthless and steady, and he is also a person who pursues the limits of his individuality. He has little interest in factional struggles. He is completely unaware of the past grievances in the station, especially the entanglements of Cheng Wu’s generation, and he is not curious about them.”

"Sure?"

"That's for sure. Otherwise, why would the inner city leave these people to us to deal with?"

"Okay, have you told him about the benefits of taking sides?"

"I told him he's not opposed to taking sides, so I think we can give it a try. Maybe he can lead the younger generation at the checkpoint like Jackie Chan did back then. But there's the pressure from the inner city."

"Okay, I know. You don't need to worry about what happens next."

"What about the favors we received before?"

"Let's call it even. Besides, I'm very pleased that there are still people like you with original aspirations on this site today."

"Stationmaster, you're joking. I'm just an old scoundrel. I don't have any original intentions. I just feel that it would be a shame to let down the efforts of my predecessors if I were to act as someone's dog for the sake of Chaofan."

On the third floor of the theater, which hadn't been cleaned yet, Li Matai hung up the phone and casually glanced through the hole in the wall, landing on Cheng Ye, who was walking out.

A glint of light flashed in his eyes, as if he had stumbled upon some rare treasure.

But then, the glimmer of light vanished in an instant, and the sluggish, dull appearance returned to its usual state.

　P.S.: Still a 3.6k long chapter. The factional survival struggle has ended, and the protagonist has officially settled down and can start going all out. Wow, writing original content is really hard! Please, dear readers, give me some votes to encourage me! Let's see if I can reach 1000 votes this month. I'm still a little over 100 short!
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