Saiyan stowaways on the Ark

"And Roy, how dare you mention 'Platinum'? Nobody knows where she went after she disappeared from the hospital."

The young man named Roy simply shook his head and sighed:

"Sigh, I quite liked that little girl. Now, she's probably rotting away in some abandoned alley. I didn't receive any notification from Xuan Tie, and she couldn't possibly have escaped Kazimierz. Maybe she was killed by someone."

Kazimierz is teeming with informants from the Business Alliance, not just members of the Unarmored Alliance, but also many ordinary people.

Corporate employees, equestrian riders, or entrepreneurs running various businesses.

If Platinum chooses to escape, it will inevitably leave behind some clues.

The only result of doing this was that he would be executed by the Xuan Tie Emperor himself.

“Very good. First, Platinum disappeared, and then the hundreds of Knight Assassins who raided the infected settlement went missing—but when we sent other people to investigate, we found that they were living well, as if nothing had happened.”

"Then the Knight Killer team, which was trying to ambush Rhodes Island players from the sidelines, was wiped out."

"The bodies of the dozen or so knight assassins hired by the Howling Guards were found in the ruins of the burned sanatorium; each one was decapitated."

"I hate these unexpected things."

Monica listed the various events that had occurred recently, her dissatisfaction growing stronger in her tone.

But Roy smiled and asked after she finished speaking:

"So, can I move down your 'hate list' now?"

Monica said firmly:

"No."

She also sighed:

"...Continue to put pressure on the infected and push them to the forefront of public opinion. The more they are likely to accept the Council of Supervisors' conditions, the more likely they are to take action. When they do, we can take the opportunity to execute the plan. But now Rhodes Island, which even the business alliance dares not provoke, is standing by their side. I'm afraid the previous failed attack was all due to their interference."

"I thought these days would end soon, but now I wonder when it will ever end."

Roy asked in a flippant tone:

"Aren't you a little envious of Platinum who got rid of all this early?"

Monica turned and walked into the shadows, saying coldly:

"If you're envious, I can send you to heaven right now."

Meanwhile, Platinum on Rhodes Island:

"Is this paradise? You've designed an entire commercial street on a mobile platform? There's even a nail salon?"

[Main Text] Terra's World's Greatest Martial Arts Tournament: Debate Chapter 83 The Root of the Problem

"Mr. Serkiak, what did you think after reading it?"

In the Horrible Martin bar, Tequila suddenly asks Sergeyak a question while he's lost in thought.

"...What will I gain by cooperating with you?"

Serkiak patted the head of the sleeping child—this kind of match seemed a bit boring for children who liked to watch intense battles and cool performances.

But he still saw "more than that".

He countered with a question to the tequila.

"It's the power to survive well without following their rules—just like us."

Serchiak hesitated for a moment, then looked up.

There seemed to be a new sparkle in his eyes.

Or rather, hope.

"Deal made, so how do I join you?"

Sergeyak and Tequila continued their conversation, while Bardak yawned after watching the match, offered no comment on the game, and left the bar without saying goodbye.

The city has now returned to its former bustling state, and people, regretting wasting time watching a not-so-exciting game, have begun a period of retaliatory consumption.

"They put on such a big show, assembled such a strong lineup, and this is the kind of game we get? I should have just gone shopping instead of watching the game!"

Such thoughts drove people back onto the streets filled with red lights.

But Badak didn't seem to have any intention of wandering around the bustling streets.

Unlike Gohan and Tomat, he didn't have the ability to locate objects using his aura, and besides, he had no intention of meeting them now, so he began to wander aimlessly into a deserted corner.

I ate quite a bit at the bar just now, consider it a post-dinner digestive exercise. As for Sergeyak—the people of Rhodes Island will take good care of him, so I have no reason to worry about him.

DreadMartin was located in a less-than-bustling area, and in the old streets, a transport truck coming from the direction of the arena passed Bardock and then stopped at a garbage dump not far away.

A large amount of garbage that had piled up in the venue after the game was transported to these more remote places. After the vehicles drove away, several figures ran out from an inconspicuous corner.

They were adults and children in tattered clothes, furtively rummaging through the trash, muttering to themselves:

"What a waste... some of these things haven't even been opened..."

"Wouldn't that be even better? Let's take everything we can use back with us!"

These people, hiding in the shadows of the filthy garbage heap, saw Bardak pass by, but they only raised their heads and avoided eye contact with him.

Among them were children and adults.

"Ah, so this is what you call a treasure hunt... Please be careful not to get cut by shrapnel. Seriously, if we urgently need supplies, we'll apply... Or maybe we should hold off for now..."

Amidst the sounds of trash being rummaged through, a soft female voice suddenly rang out.

“Sigh, we know you two are kind people who genuinely want to help us, but that’s just how life goes, we’re used to it. You two should go back first. We know this area well, nothing will happen, there’s no need for you to come and protect us.”

A sigh rang out, but the sound of rummaging through the trash didn't stop. Then, another, calmer female voice suddenly spoke to Bardak, who was passing by:

"Hmm? Is that... Mr. Bardock over there?"

Bardock, who was called by name and looked in that direction, saw two familiar figures among the crowd rummaging through the trash—Rhodes Island's senior medical operator Nightingale and Shining.

Of course, in terms of familiarity, it was only after seeing their faces that I vaguely realized they were the workers at my current place of residence.

What are you doing?

The chance encounter near the junkyard seemed to create an awkward atmosphere, but Shining calmly explained the situation.

In addition to sending operators to guard the various settlements, Rhodes Island also sent medical operators to provide support. Perhaps the combination of Shining and Nightingale is excessive medical support for a small settlement, but they were assigned together because the two are used to acting together.

The people gathered in the inconspicuous infected settlements could not possibly have a good life. They had no formal procurement channels for their needs, and the infected knights could not possibly cover all the settlements at all times. Therefore, most of the time, they survived by picking up the garbage left behind by residents or in the arena.

Tonight was no different, except that the two were worried about their safety due to the previous attack by the Unarmored Alliance, so they came together.

"Safety and medical care are not major concerns, but the supply of materials is still inconvenient... The infected people are ultimately gathering illegally, and if we are found to be providing them with a large amount of supplies to continue living, it could very likely cause other problems."

Solving the knights' medical problems in the infected arena is a completely different concept from solving the infected problem in the entire city.

The former could at least have some justification for intervention, while the latter was completely illegal under the laws of Kazimierz.

Therefore, the assistance we provide to them should remain low-key and discreet; it is not the right time to offer assistance in a high-profile manner.

At the very least, we need to wait until the doctor's side reaches an agreement with organizations such as the Control Yuan.

Shining didn't even notice whether Bardock understood or not, and began explaining the current situation of the infected in the city.

"Humph."

Bardak glanced at a wet lunchbox he had pulled out of the trash.

"...They've driven people to eat garbage, what's the point of reasoning with them?"

He started groping something on his body.

"Those people didn't give us food, but we did. What does it have to do with them? If they really care so much, why don't they find a way to feed them themselves? They're always setting rules and regulations. They won't do it themselves, but they won't let others do it either?"

For those infected in the city, neither the Supervisory Commission nor the Business Federation does much management beyond "expulsion" or "cleanup".

No one is willing or dares to put in the effort to deal with this troublesome problem unless there is a need to gain some benefit from it.

Just like how business alliances can be allowed to exist because infected riders can make money for them.

The Supervisory Commission can also exert pressure on business alliances based on the social circumstances of those infected.

Newspapers and periodicals have described infected individuals as social parasites and sources of unrest.

When necessary, they can also be described as "vulnerable groups that need to be treated reasonably".

There are countless ways to say and do it.

But there is one thing in common—none of these things with the keyword "infected" exist for them.

It's not that I truly hate or sympathize with those infected.

They only need to do this to achieve other goals.

"I don't care about their rules. They're being unreasonable and driving people to the point of being inhuman, and then they want to talk to me about rules?"

Bardak took out a black and gold card.

That was his reward for participating in the Knights' Tournament.

He then threw the card, which contained an unknown amount of prize money, directly to the infected person who was still rummaging through the trash.

"You say there's a problem? Isn't the biggest problem those who force them to eat garbage?"

—The way you're helping them is so they can reap the benefits without sowing.

—If you feed them well today, what will they do tomorrow?

Such concerns were not something Bardock would consider.

Rather than offering roundabout reasons like "it's all for the good of the infected," he's better suited to using a seemingly unfriendly expression to provide the most practical help.

[Main Text] Terra's World's Greatest Martial Arts Tournament. Debate Chapter: Chapter Eighty-Four: Darkness

Rhodes Island has several issues to resolve.

To prevent the local area from being tacitly cleared of infected individuals.

Improve the treatment environment for infected knights and ordinary infected individuals.

And to fundamentally alleviate the predicament of those infected in Kasimir.