Is this okay?

If that fist, as big as a sandbag, were to land on me, I'd probably be blown to bits.

At this moment, Najendan, who was smoking a cigarette, exhaled a puff of smoke and looked at Leng Mo and the others with a serious expression.

"What on earth is going on?"

Others were also curious about this issue. Although they didn't know what was going on, they could sense that Leng Mo's demeanor was different after his return.

It was like suddenly remembering that I forgot to turn off the gas when I left the house; the situation was urgent.

Upon hearing this, Leng Mo, sitting opposite him, moved his muscular body, slowly resting his elbow on the table and surveying his surroundings with a serious look.

"It's about Sheila, don't you find that strange?"

“What’s strange?” Najjhitan didn’t realize what the problem was, or rather, the locals didn’t even notice it.

"Don't you think there's something wrong with this? The minister's son suddenly has the power to defeat Esdeath. That's obviously not right."

"That is indeed strange. We wanted to investigate before, but infiltrating the palace was too dangerous, so we didn't conduct a deeper investigation. Do you know why?"

Najendan realized that Leng Mo might know the reason, and for a moment she looked at the person opposite her seriously.

"Unsurprisingly, he possesses something strange. If he's lucky, this strange thing could benefit the world, but if he's unlucky... it could destroy the world. Have you investigated what Sheila did after he returned?"

Leng Mo's eyes flashed with a sharp light as he looked intently at Najendan.

"Don't know."

Unfortunately, I didn't know either.

"..."

You said that even though you didn't know, I thought you did...

Najendan was speechless at Leng Mo's answer, but there was nothing she could do.

At this moment, Esdeath pondered for a moment, then looked up and said seriously, "So, what we're saying is that a change has occurred in Sheila that we don't know about, greatly increasing his strength? Is it an Imperial Arms?"

"This is the only thing I'm certain of: it's not an Imperial Arms. To be precise, it's some kind of special existence, or simply put, it's from a race outside of this world."

Leng Mo pinched his chin and began to think, trying to figure out how to explain things accurately without hurting anyone.

"Outside the world? Although I'm not entirely sure, I can understand it as other countries and people coming to the Empire and helping Sila increase her strength?"

Najshitan, sitting across from him, took a drag of her cigarette, frowned, and spoke seriously.

"That's pretty much what it means."

"What's the purpose?"

"I'm afraid there's no purpose behind it."

"What do you mean?"

"According to the guy we met before, their clan has a long history, no mission, no purpose, they just live, and everything they do is out of interest."

"Interest? I don't really understand."

"It's just a hobby. I suddenly think of something and then do it, that's all. Whether it's destroying the world or saving the world, it's all just a hobby. There's no inevitability at all. It's like random killing, impossible to guard against."

"I understand what that means..."

Najshitan understood what was going on. This was like a demon hidden among the crowd, acting entirely on impulse, saving people one day and killing them the next, doing whatever he pleased without any logic.

These guys are just like you guys.

She looked at Leng Mo with a hint of frustration, but dared not say anything.

"So what are your plans to do?"

Najeshitan sighed, looking helplessly at Leng Mo, feeling that she really had no way to help him.

"It's simple: find him, eliminate him if your goals conflict, and cooperate if your goals don't."

"..."

As expected, you're just like that race you were talking about. Unbelievable.

Najshitan nodded solemnly, having already grasped the gravity of the situation.

Sheila must be dealt with, and there's another point...

Is it really as simple as just moving Sheila?

Just as she expected, Leng Mo's next words shocked everyone present.

"Since we're going to deal with Sheila, let's deal with the Empire at the same time. There's no need to drag this out for too long. The enemies are now very clear: Sheila, the minister, Bud, and the Guardian Divine Machine."

Leng Mo smiled and accurately named all the enemies.

Everyone present widened their eyes upon hearing the names. In Ye Xi's eyes, each name was like a mountain pressing down on them, but in Leng Mo's words, they were as simple as roadside pebbles.

I have to say, miracles and magic, YYDS!

They suddenly realized that this was a battle that would be written into history... no, a war.

“I can contact the revolutionaries…” Najendan swallowed nervously, but was met with a glance from Leng Mo.

“I advise you not to contact the Revolutionary Army. What I need are not revolutionaries, but yourselves. You promised me that as long as I don’t use those methods, you will do anything.” Leng Mo rejected Najshitan’s suggestion.

"Indeed... So what do you need us for?"

Najeshitan looked at Leng Mo nervously and asked.

“It’s very simple. You can entrust the army to Esdeath. You can trust her completely, just give her the opportunity to fight. Am I right, Esdeath?”

At this point, Leng Mo turned to look at Esdeath beside him and gave her a friendly smile.

He believed Esdeath wouldn't refuse his offer because Esdeath was a pure person, and satisfying her fighting desires would be enough.

Upon hearing Leng Mo's words, Esdeath took a deep breath, revealed a queenly smile, and confidently said, "I'm fine, but I'll fight Sheila again!"

"..."

Leng Mo was speechless for a moment after hearing this. You failed last time, so you think you can beat it this time?

Oh well, it's good to let her suffer.

“Okay, Sheila, we’ll give you a chance to fight.”

"Then I'm perfectly fine with it."

Esdeath now wore a confident smile, as if the rain had stopped and the sky had cleared, and Esdeath was back to her old self.

Najshitan looked troubled at this moment. She knew nothing about domestic affairs and it seemed that Leng Mo intended to leave the domestic affairs to her side.

"But... what about domestic affairs? You're not expecting us assassins to handle that, are you?"

Chapter 115 Those inside, listen up!

"It's simple. You'll establish a united government through a night raid, and first overthrow the feudal monarchy. After that, you'll no longer be assassins, but officials. We'll provide you with all sorts of learning materials, and we'll take care of all the development plans for you. Leave this matter to Senior Xiaoyuan."

"Me? You want me, a researcher, to handle politics for you?" Senior Xiaoyuan's eyes widened in surprise; this was too much trouble.

"Why don't you build a brainwave learning device, stuff knowledge into it, and then have other people use it? Wouldn't that solve everything?" Leng Mo complained speechlessly. How could a comedic character like him not even think of this?

"That seems like a good idea! Hehehe!" Senior Xiaoyuan's eyes lit up upon hearing this, as if she already had an immature plan.

"..."

Najshitan, on the other side, saw this and although she didn't know the specifics, she felt it wasn't a good thing.

"Any questions?"

Leng Mo smiled as he looked at the people who had attacked him at night.

When they saw Leng Mo's gaze, they shook their heads to indicate no. However, at this moment, Chelsea suddenly raised her hand cautiously.

"What about the revolutionary army?"

Her words made everyone turn to look at her, and Leng Mo smiled kindly upon hearing this.

"You don't really think the Revolutionary Army still has a chance to overthrow the Empire, do you? Chelsea, others may not know, but I know you're a Revolutionary Army spy, right? You're here to monitor the night raids, and assassinate anyone who seems amiss, right?"

"What are you talking about?" Chelsea looked at Leng Mo with a hint of fear.

"You don't need to answer, because I won't do anything to you. But now I'm giving you a chance: either pledge allegiance to Night Raid, or..."

At this point, Leng Mo's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he even kindly handed Chelsea a wooden stick.

"?"

Chelsea, on the other side, saw the wooden stick and didn't know what it meant, but she understood that if she didn't make a choice at this moment, she probably wouldn't survive.

"If you're going to pledge allegiance to me, this stick is the revolutionary army, you know what I mean?"

Leng Mo stared at Chelsea with a friendly smile, as if expecting something interesting.

In an instant, all eyes of Leng Mo and the others were on Chelsea, who was drenched in cold sweat and trembling as she looked at the wooden stick being handed to her on the table.

"I...of course...choose..."

She suddenly picked up the stick and snapped it hard at her knee.

Click!

"Of course I'll be loyal to you!"

Chelsea shouted at Leng Mo, "If I don't do this... I'll definitely die."

Leng Mo smiled happily, filled with excitement, and stood up with a flourish, hands on her hips, looking at everyone.

"Very good! Let's get started. We'll wipe out the Empire today. If we're quick, we can come back for dinner."

"?"

What do you mean by "you can come back for dinner"?

Najendan didn't understand what was going on, but seeing Leng Mo's confident demeanor, she didn't dare to say anything more.

Who told us to be the weaker party?

"Take action."

……

In the afternoon, at 3:30, the weather was sunny with blue skies and white clouds.

At the gates of the Imperial City, Leng Mo and his companions appeared with an invincible aura.

At this very moment, the guards at the city gate were slacking off; to be precise, they hadn't even seen anyone.

It has to be said that this level of recklessness is befitting the capital city; there wasn't even anyone guarding the gate.

But it doesn't matter!

This is just right!

Leng Mo stood not far from the gate, a friendly smile on his face, and gestured to the young senior beside him, saying:

"It's time to declare war. Give me the megaphone."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Yuan, the senior colleague next to her, immediately pulled a large pink megaphone from her pocket and happily began to introduce it.

"Hey! This is a high-powered loudspeaker! This thing can transmit your voice throughout the entire capital city."

"Great! This is exactly what I wanted!"

With a steely expression, Leng Mo took the large pink megaphone, stood in front, and took a deep breath under everyone's gaze.

Immediately afterwards, a huge sound burst from the loudspeaker.

"People inside, listen!"

The people of the capital were instantly jolted and turned to look in the direction of the city gate.

then……

"I'm an idiot!!"

He's an idiot...

Idiot...

force……

Leng Mo's voice, soaring into the sky, echoed endlessly at this moment, as if emphasizing something.

"??"