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"Gentlemen, it is a pleasure to be here with you all to discuss the future direction of Canaan." Mostima sat at the head of the conference table, smiling as he looked at the leaders of various groups sitting on either side of him.

"..."×n

No one spoke. They all knew what Mostima meant, and they had all made preparations for this day. Although everyone's preparations were different, no one wanted to be the first to stand out.

Looking at the silent crowd below, Mostima continued, "Canaan belongs not only to me and the city lord, but to everyone. I hope that everyone who has come here can join in building Canaan and jointly maintain this hard-won city."

"..."×n

“We have witnessed your efforts for Canaan recently. Although the conditions are very difficult at present, and even the infrastructure cannot be operated around the clock, we are deeply grateful for your willingness to stay. At the same time, we hope to continue to work together in the future!”

"..."×n

"There is an old saying in Yan Kingdom: 'Without rules, there can be no order.' Now, Canaan has more than 600,000 residents, and we believe there will be even more in the future. Without a reasonable management system, chaos will inevitably occur. We respect everyone's reasonable customs and habits, and we believe in everyone's quality, but prevention is always the best policy."

"..."×n

“After all, Canaan is a mobile city, unlike the wasteland. These are regulations that the city lord and I discussed and researched. I hope everyone will read them carefully.” Mostima handed out a small booklet containing the regulations to both sides for everyone to read. The regulations were not complicated.

This is the Canaan Code 1.0, which she and Yarman created a few days ago by referencing the laws of various countries. The details are not perfect, but the general framework is in place. Most importantly, it treats the infected and the wasteland people as ordinary people.

Although allowing infected people to roam freely in the city would definitely affect Canaan's development, the two of them were not particularly concerned about it. Canaan's location determined that it would certainly not be as prosperous as the capitals of various countries.

In their vision, this place is most likely to become a logistics hub connecting the east and west sides of Terra.

Chapter 50: For Canaan, you must die.

Currently, for goods to be transported from the western part of Terra to the eastern part, there are only two options: one is to take the narrow corridor between Victoria, Casimir, Letania, and Ursus, and the other is to take the ultra-long-distance transport route between Minos, Rembiton, and Syracuse.

Neither route is easy to travel. The Victoria route involves extremely heavy tariffs from the four major powers, and the terrain is varied and difficult to navigate. The Minoan route, on the other hand, is much longer, with only one or two resupply points along the way. The route is easier to travel, but the journey will be more challenging, and the tariffs are not heavy.

After all, there was Lateran and Iberia on the road. Lateran was a divine kingdom and generally didn't like to associate with secular countries. Iberia simply closed itself off and didn't want anyone to come!

As for traversing major countries... try it. You'll go in and not come out, and your company will go bankrupt from paying tariffs.

Canaan's location is right in the middle of the Minoan route. In their plan, as long as the supply problem is solved, the Minoan route will definitely be chosen by more people. At that time, Canaan may not develop very well, but at least it will be able to make a living.

However, in this wretched place, we're already well-fed and clothed, so what more could we ask for?

Sitting in his chair, Mostima quietly watched the people passing around the notebook, and silently began to manipulate the three hundred stone statue servants hidden deep within the mobile city.

Deep within the mobile city, in a dark warehouse, a terrifying crimson light suddenly flashed, followed by countless crimson light sources appearing in the darkness.

The warehouse was illuminated by scarlet lights, and giants appeared and disappeared in the shadows. Suddenly, the incandescent light at the top of the warehouse was turned on, and the giants in the warehouse were completely exposed to the light.

They were clad in silver-gray power armor of an unknown material, each carrying a heavy shield over three meters tall in their left hand, its surface outlined with spell circuits, and a massive chainsaw axe spear four and a half meters long in their right hand, its sharp chainsaw blades reflecting a dull gleam under the light.

"Pfft~~~~!"

The warehouse doors opened slowly with a hiss. Without any hesitation, the stone servants marched out of the warehouse in neat formation. There was no talking or unnecessary movement. Apart from the sound of armor rubbing against each other, there was no other noise in the silent underground of the mobile city.

Riding in a heavy-duty elevator specially designed for these war machines, the stone statue servants silently traveled from the bottom floor of the mobile city to the top deck. The moment the elevator doors opened, all the stone statue servants vanished into thin air, as if they had never existed.

If there were a mage with specially trained perception skills, such as the Cataclysmic Messenger, they would definitely have discovered this horrifying scene. Although there was nothing around except ordinary people, their perception detected a large group of high-energy units marching in neat rows on the empty street.

Manipulating a group of stone statue servants to the entrance of the council hall, Mostima did not have them deactivate their optical cloaking systems. Instead, he crossed the gate and went directly to the outside of the hall, surrounding the entire hall, and then remained silent.

Looking at the leaders of the various small groups with different expressions, Mostima calmly recorded those leaders with different thoughts, while dispatching the remaining stone statue servants to the surrounding areas of the mobile city.

Not only at the outermost checkpoints, but also in the small territories of these leaders with differing intentions. Although these people have come here, they have not changed their old habits. They still operate as small groups, renting out an entire building as their base.

In the eyes of these people, the mobile city is no different from the wasteland, and they will stick together as before. This has greatly hindered Yarman and his team's work. Although they are willing to build this mobile city, they also want to occupy more resources, and then... they fight.

In Canaan today, brawls are almost everywhere. No matter where you are, there are people fighting, and the reason they fight might be a bottle of water or a piece of clothing.

Seeing that the last person had finished reading the booklet, Mostima sat in the main seat and said with a smile, "Do you all think the contents of this booklet are acceptable?"

"..."×n

"Since there are no objections, then..."

"Wait a minute! I have a problem with that!" A leader of the wanderers stood up, looked at Mostima sitting in the main seat, and said with a sneer, "I don't understand what you mean by government, but I don't agree that there should be a price to pay for leaving this so-called Canaan. We can leave if we want!"

"Furthermore, I don't need any Guard Bureau to manage us. We can manage ourselves. Wastelanders' affairs are to be resolved internally by the Wastelanders themselves. We don't need anyone else to interfere!"

“Mr. Galio, you must understand, this is Canaan, not the wasteland.” Mostima looked at him, her expression unchanged, and said with a smile, “You have joined Canaan, you are Canaanites, you are no longer wasteland people. And do you really think you can manage yourselves?”

"What do you mean by that?!" Galio roared, pointing at Mostima.

“If that were really possible, there wouldn’t have been so many brawls and injuries these days,” Mostima said with a sneer. “And your tribe seems to be one of the most active ones.”

"Bullshit! I'm telling you..."

Mostima looked at Galio coldly. According to the information she had received, Galio had previously been involved in highway robbery in the wasteland, and his men were a bunch of bandits. He only came to Canaan because he had run into a brick wall. He was not a decent person at all.

Of course, there are many such cases. Most people in the wasteland have engaged in such activities. Although some are forced to do so out of necessity, this does not negate the fact that these people are morally corrupt. How many of those who survive in the wasteland are truly good people? They are all cunning and shrewd old foxes!

To reform these people, we must first remove their core leadership and make them realize that they cannot survive in Canaan this way. Only by shattering their long-held beliefs can we truly reform them.

Mostima also knew that some of them were beyond redemption, such as Galio and his men, which was why she had asked Yarman to use those war machines.

She planned to lure out all those like Galio here, and then wipe them all out, along with their subordinates, all at once.

Even if these people were willing to leave, Mostima had no intention of letting them live.

The newly established Canaanite community has a fragile reputation. Driving these people away could damage their reputation, and perhaps no one will come to Canaan anymore, which Mostima cannot tolerate.

If the existence of Canaan cannot be dangerous, then the only option is to make them cease to exist. After all, they are not good people.

Chapter 51: Praised as Clever by a Fool

While listening to Galio spouting nonsense below, Mostima remained calmly seated. She showed no sign of panic and even had the leisure to pick up the coffee on the table and take a sip.

Since he's already dead, what's wrong with listening to him a little longer?

Mostima calmly looked at Galio, who seemed tired from talking, and nodded with a smile. She glanced around and said with a smile, "I understand your suggestion. Is there anyone else who thinks so? As I said, Canaan belongs to all of us. Everyone is welcome to voice their opinions."

"..."×n

"I!"

"Me too!"

"I think so too!"...

Mostima smiled and nodded as he watched the small group leaders stand up one by one. That's good. He's finally picked out all the old hands. Next... wait!

Mostima turned to look at the leader of a small group to his right, watching him being pulled up by his companion as he tried to stand up. "It's alright, sir. If you think it's the same, you can stand up. You don't have to listen to your companion's opinion."

Upon hearing this, the man immediately broke free from his companion's restraint, stood up, and, under his companion's gaze as if looking at a dead man, loudly proclaimed to Mostima, "Yes, that's what I think too!"

“Okay, I understand.” Mostima nodded, glancing at the people still seated below, tapping the table lightly with her pen. “Is there anyone else?”

"I'll give you all three more minutes. Gentlemen who wish to stand up, please do so as soon as possible." After saying this, Mostima stopped talking and calmly played with the pen in his hand, silently counting down the time.

At the rectangular table, a man tried to stand up, but his companion held him back. He looked at his companion, puzzled and confused, and said, "Maris, why won't you let me stand up? Listen to what that man just said. If we could live like that, we could definitely achieve so much more!"

"Tsk! If you miss, then stand up! Davis." Maris looked at him like he was an idiot, then leaned closer and whispered, "Think about who owns this mobile city!"

"They're ours!"

"Tsk! I really don't know how you became a leader!" Maris sighed in annoyance. He patiently explained, "This mobile city doesn't belong to us. It belongs to that city lord! And this lady in front of you is the city lord's wife. Who do you think made this law?"

"So what? He's just one person. Do you think he can beat us?"

"...I'm too lazy to talk to you anymore. Stand up if you want." Maris didn't want to pay attention to this temporary ally anymore. This guy was just a fool whose brain was full of numbers and muscles. He had no ability to think for himself. No wonder he'd been around for so many years and was still this pathetic.

Seeing that Maris was ignoring him, Davis scratched his head in confusion. Why was Maris looking at him like he was dead? Was there some secret he didn't know about? No way!

“Maris, tell me, why is it the city lord’s?” After thinking for a long time, Davis finally decided to ask. He poked the thin Maris with his thick arm and whispered in his ear.

"Think about it, how could just two people take over such a huge mobile city? And why did it suddenly become a completely new mobile metropolis, a former disaster zone?" Maris growled in his ear. "Move that thing on your shoulder, you smarty!"

"Could it be that they got a bargain?"

"...[Colombian swear word], you deserve to die! Get lost! Go to hell!" Maris was speechless. He'd seen stupid people before, but never anyone this stupid. Was that big head just for decoration? Was it only there to show he was a person, and serve no other purpose?

How could something be so stupidly cheap and of such high quality? This thing must be some kind of beast that has come to life!

"Marius, stop it, tell me again!" Davis grabbed Maris's neck and pressed the skinny Maris hard against his strong muscles, almost squeezing him to death.

"[Columbian swear word]! Let me go!" Maris struggled to break free from Davis's deadly grip on his neck. He straightened his clothes and said in a low voice, "I'm not going to explain anything else to you. Do you remember that huge group of black stone giants we saw when we first arrived?"

"Yeah! How could I forget! That's such an awesome thing!"

“If I’m not mistaken, this thing was probably made by the city lord for manual labor.” Maris glanced warily at Mostima, who was sitting in the main seat. “Tell me, how many of those things could you possibly stop?”

"As for me... bare-handed, I could probably take down three at most, but with an axe, I could probably block about eight!"

Wow, that muscleman is pretty tough! He can take on so many!

Maris looked Davis up and down, who was dressed as wildly as a Viking pirate. "Think about it, there were at least five hundred of them there. If all five hundred of them came to attack us, could we have stopped them?"

"...I get it! Maris, you're so smart!"

“【Colombian swear word】!” Maris cursed with a pained expression. Although Davis had praised him, he wasn’t really happy and even felt a bit stupid.

Being praised for being smart by a complete idiot makes you feel like you can only show off your intelligence in front of that idiot, when in reality you're just as stupid.

"So... Maris, what should we do next?"

“Wait, wait until that guy kills all these idiots before we go up and pledge our allegiance!” Maris looked at Davis and whispered, “Only in this way can we keep our power and avoid being killed.”

"Can we just ignore them?"

"Sure, as long as you're willing to spend the rest of your life with a hoe or a wrench, that's all that matters," Maris said in a low voice, having finally understood what the man above meant.

These people all have their own influence, but the city only allows one voice, that is, the voice of the city lord. They either have to submit to the city lord or relinquish their titles and become ordinary industrial workers under surveillance.

The key point is... he also thought that since that person has such abilities, why not attach themselves to him? Perhaps those of us who attached ourselves early could receive quite a few rewards! Moreover, governing such a large mobile city would actually increase our power even further.

"That won't do!"

"So don't stand up, just sit still. Wait until the guy up there kills all these idiots, then we can attach ourselves to him. With your martial skills, you might even become a general!"

"That's great! Maris, you're so smart!"

"[Colombian swear word]! Don't ever praise me again!"

"What?"

"You're making me feel like a complete idiot!"

Chapter 52: Please Leave Your Life Behind

"Alright, three minutes are up!" Mostima looked at the crowd standing in front of him and slowly put down his pen. In just the last three minutes, quite a few people had stood up again.

Looking at the crowd before him, Mostima said in a programmed manner, "Then, if you all believe that our rules cannot be followed, you may leave Canaan on your own, as long as you leave within three days."

"..."×n

Seeing the sneer on everyone's faces, Mostima nodded. "It seems none of you want to leave. That's fine. I don't really want you to leave like this either. At least... leave your lives with me first!"

"Pfft!" ×n

Suddenly, a series of axes and spears pierced the body of the small group leader who had stood up. Only then did everyone realize that there was actually a group of powerful stone statue servants hidden behind them!

"Tick-tock, tick-tock!"

Looking at the three small group leaders beside him, their bodies pierced by axes and spears, dangling in mid-air and dripping blood onto the ground, Davis felt a chill run down his spine. These warriors gave him a very dangerous feeling, as if he were facing a moving military landship.

"No, I... can't beat them!"

Hearing Davis's mutterings, Maris whispered, "We definitely can't beat them, they're too strong!"

“They are indeed strong, but… if it were just one of them, with an axe, I have a chance to win!” Davis whispered to Maris, pointing at the warrior. “But there are just too many of them! Against them, even if I block the first attack, I’ll definitely be torn to pieces by the others!”

"Thank goodness I didn't stand up... Maris! You're so smart!"

"[Colombian profanity]! I told you, don't praise me!"

As the leaders of the small groups were slowly lifted into the air, dripping blood onto the ground, Mostima smiled at the shocked crowd below. "Does anyone have any other opinions? It's alright, you can speak up."

I brought it up, and then you killed me?

The group looked at their leader, who was dripping blood and occasionally twitching in the air. They all lowered their heads like frostbitten eggplants, not daring to move.

Seeing that no one had any objections, Mostima smiled with satisfaction. She finally understood why her righteous people had created these war machines—to deal with these ignorant fools!

"I wonder if everyone in the camp has been dealt with yet. They should be almost all gone." Mostima murmured with a smile as he sat in his chair. In the quiet conference room, his words were heard by everyone.

Everyone shuddered again. No wonder the Lateran man in front of them had a black halo. He smiled and ordered the slaughter of all the resistance forces. He was too monstrous!

Coming to his senses, Mostima looked at the crowd who were terrified by his actions and said with a smile, "It's alright, gentlemen. We are civilized people. You haven't done anything wrong, so you won't be punished! Please trust us and the laws we have established..."

"You filthy bitch, you...you'll die a horrible death!"

A voice suddenly interrupted Mostima's words. She turned her head and saw Galio, who was hanging on the axe-spear like a piece of clothing, spitting blood and looking at her with resentment as he roared.