Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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The man with the mustache thought to himself, "If I said even one more word to you at another time, I would have lost." But at this moment, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and go for it, because he was there to get information out of you.

That's true.

Chapter 1114 Old Parisians love this kind of thing, potions. I know they know I'm fishing.

The chat continues.

"I told you so, I slept with the princess." Ronan insisted, and was quite proud. "I'm not bragging, I'm really good in that area." You're definitely bragging.

The man with the mustache sounded slightly impatient. "Just tell me about Ross's past. Don't just tell the stuff everyone knows. Tell me something secretive." After saying that, he glanced at the coachman Ronan with an arrogant look. As a guest, he naturally had the right to look down on the coachman and treat him as just an object of amusement.

If he were truly polite and patient, that would be suspicious.

“I’m so hungry lately,” Ronan added, utterly shameless.

The man with the mustache deliberately adopted a condescending yet feignedly polite demeanor, saying, "If you can tell me something I don't know, I'll treat you to meat at lunchtime."

"Lamb chops, let me tell you, we old Parisians just love this kind of thing."

Ronan also emphasized the importance of eating lamb chops.

"Okay," the man with the mustache agreed.

The Ross Empire has recently stabilized, but only temporarily, because it has only changed its emperor, who comes from one of the thirteen dukes whose power ranks relatively low.

During the previous turmoil, Ross had three factions.

The royalists are a few powerful families, but they feel that thirteen families are still too many, and it would be better if they took turns representing the royalists.

Secondly, there are the other middle and lower-ranking members among the thirteen who want to establish a republic, gather more people to dilute the power of the top-ranking members, and incidentally abolish the current absurd electoral system.

The last faction was naturally the most radical revolutionaries, who wanted to learn from French law to render the aristocracy a mere shell of its former self and establish a more centralized system to improve the country.

None of the three factions' demands were met; they only reached a temporary compromise.

Ronan then recounted a lot of gossip about the various nobles of Ross recently, all of which were related to politics.

However, the mustachioed man had a "That's all?" look on his face and was almost yawning. As a coachman who was trying to earn a good meal by showing off, Ronan was naturally anxious. "There's one more thing you definitely don't know."

"What?" the man with the mustache asked casually.

"The initial spark that ignited a series of unrest was a group of servants who kidnapped the young masters and ladies of noble families and then made some kind of request to fight. But don't you find it strange? Those who can easily get close to the young masters and ladies in noble families have better pay and benefits than some experienced craftsmen outside. Why would they do something that would ruin their privileged lives? I would rather believe that beggars are patriotic than that such people are patriotic, and not just a few, but a whole group."

"Even if they suddenly all go insane, what makes them capable of doing it?"

"Do they have that power? They shouldn't, but in fact they do, and that leads us to a real secret." Ronan paused here. The man with the mustache offered him another good cigarette before Ronan continued.

Ronan then recounted that during that time, someone was selling drugs in Ross. One drug could stimulate potential, allowing people who were not suitable for transplants, or even those who could no longer be transplanted, to undergo transplants. There was also a suppressive drug that could quickly stabilize transplant recipients and break common sense, enabling them to engage in prolonged, high-intensity combat.

Afterwards, the people who sold the potions disappeared, and the servants were miraculously not caught.

Therefore, many people are unaware of this.

The man with the mustache looked surprised and asked in a very low voice, "Could it be that your goods are this kind of medicine?"

Ronan smiled smugly, then waved his hand, "I can only tell you that's not true."

The man with the mustache tried to get information from Ronan again, but still couldn't get anything out of him. At noon, he treated Ronan to lamb chops and some good wine, but Ronan still didn't talk to him, which made the man with the mustache very angry. But then he thought that Ronan was already considered one of the most talkative drivers. Reputable drivers usually only talked to their confidants, and would never talk to a stranger like him.

He actually gained a lot from this trip.

In the afternoon, the man with the mustache quietly returned to the secret hideout where his companions were and told the others what he had found out.

This group of people were the same Kazakhs who had previously sold medicine in Ross, he said.

A person's superior.

“I think that even if they didn’t accidentally buy the second-hand medicine from someone else, it’s still closely related to this.”

"That's none of our business; we've already completed our previous mission."

"Not necessarily. Their high profile seems like a trap to lure us out. The driver was just pretending."

"Do they want to buy this medicine?"

"That's possible, but they could also be sent by Ross's side to try and capture us."

"So what's the next step, evacuation?"

"You seem to have overlooked one issue: they are seeking to purchase magical artifacts. If they just wanted to lure us out, why go through all this trouble? Especially that Kazakh woman who had a magical artifact transplanted into her; she's too strange, actually wanting to have another transplant."

"It is indeed strange, but I really can't figure out what it is."

"I think we can try to take a look at their goods, and maybe we'll find out."

"Do we have that kind of strength? The woman in charge is very powerful."

For a moment, the group fell silent.

Ambrina's fifth-tier strength is undoubtedly unmatched by most superhumans. Besides her, there are several third-tier and fourth-tier individuals who are also difficult to deal with. More importantly, we don't know what their abilities are. In battles between superhumans, it's very possible to be completely unaware of each other's abilities.

Killed at first sight.

"Draw her away, then steal it."

How do we distract them?

"She's decked out in jewelry, so it's obvious she's interested in this. The auction is in two days, so we can take the necklace and put it up for auction. If we can attract her, that would be great. If not, we'll have to use a clumsy method: cause some trouble while she's out to keep her occupied for a while."

"The coachman and those female guards were not very strong."

"Okay, let's do it."

A group of people secretly made a decision, quickly formulated a detailed plan, and then immediately began to implement it.

In general, it's about luring the enemy away from their base, using a feint to attack from the east while striking from the west, and finally stealing the target's goods. Once you get the goods, you can basically determine what the caravan's true purpose is.

At the same time, in his hotel room, Ronan remained calm and composed.

"Don't worry, I know they already know we're fishing, but we've done a series of strange things. Do you think they can suppress their curiosity?" "Even if they can, we've already discovered their hideout and are monitoring them. The worst outcome will just be that we can't catch them all in one fell swoop."

"They had already lost the moment that mustachioed guy came over to try and get information out of me."

Ronan said with great confidence.

His fishing plan didn't require any fish to bite the hook; he only needed to let the fish get close enough for him to smash it to death with a club.

Two days later, time flew by.

Ambrina, Alice, Zhao Yingqi, and Mrs. Zhao went to the auction held at night.

Ronan and a few others stayed at the hotel.

Shortly after dinner ended, a fire broke out in the hotel, and the flames quickly spread.

At that moment, a group of bandits suddenly threw grenades, and after an explosion, they rushed in with muskets, plunging the situation into chaos.

Chapter 1115 Once a General's Mansion, a Good Show, Easily Captured

Hundreds of years ago, Almaty wasn't called Almaty. It was the Rus' people who came here and gave it that name.

At that time, this place did not belong to the Kazakh Khanate, but was the territory of Seris, and was a military settlement.

Naturally, many architectural remains of Seres exist here.

The inn where Ronan and his party stayed was once the residence of the Defense Commissioner of Outer Ili, a complex of buildings covering more than 20,000 square meters. It was even larger than it is now. From the remaining walls of the main south gate and the west gate, it can be roughly estimated that it covered more than 40,000 square meters at that time.

The residential buildings inside are scattered; after all, a general's mansion is meant to be grand, and to be grand, how could all the buildings be crammed together? Furthermore, this is partly a military fortress, containing numerous stone-paved drill grounds and other military structures, as well as artificial ditches and pools still in use after hundreds of years. In short, it's fireproof.

But just because people aren't afraid of fire doesn't mean other things aren't. This inn was primarily a mule and horse stable, with a large portion of it used to house the mules and horses belonging to the caravans staying there. Mules and horses become extremely agitated when they see fire.

"Little Fa, you two stay here to watch over the goods. I, the driver, along with the translator and groom Ravana, will go and take care of our mules and horses," Ronan instructed. With Ravana by his side, her safety was completely guaranteed.

Xiaofa and the other two could just stay and wait for the thief.

As the largest and best hotel in the area, this place was originally built on half of a military fortress and has a strong security force. Ronan and his group stayed in the most expensive area, almost in the innermost central location. Those bandits who openly commit arson and robbery would never, and would never, break through layers of defense to reach the place where Ronan and his group were staying.

The bandits could only target the small, wealthy people living on the outskirts. Even the poorest people living here were much richer than the merchants who had to stay in those small inns right next to the horse stables.

Only "fish" come to the side where Ronan lives.

So, just stay here and wait quietly.

"Are our fish here?" Canaan asked, a hint of excitement in his voice.

“Probably. This gang of thieves is probably just a tool for them to create chaos and attract the security's attention,” Falek answered for Ronan. “If I’m not mistaken, they’re here to steal our goods.”

Canaan wasn't good at these kinds of plans, so he asked, "So, should we let them take it, or should we just take it over?"

Ronan continued outlining the plan, "Let them take a few with a little effort, and we'll be done with capturing one or two of them. Time is of the essence, we need to act now. You guys take charge here, Falek; Lavana and I will go ahead first." With that, Ronan pulled Lavana along, pretending to be in a hurry, and rushed towards the area where the mules and horses belonging to their fake caravan were located.

Just as Ronan had predicted, the group took advantage of the chaos to evade security and arrived at the place where Ronan and his companions were staying.

This group of people, placed in Almaty, a place that has transformed from a military settlement into a market town and then into a city, would definitely be considered elite troops. There are three second-tier soldiers, two third-tier soldiers, and the leader is a fourth-tier soldier.

According to the intelligence they had received beforehand, Falek and Canaan were only at the second tier, and Fies was at the third tier, making them no match for them at all.

If it weren't for the need to avoid further complications, killing and then stealing would be acceptable.

"Oh no, is this mind control?"

They hadn't expected Falek's magic to be this kind of move. The three second-tier characters were completely controlled and frozen in place, and the two third-tier characters' movements were also restricted. Only the fourth-tier characters were unharmed.

It's fortunate that Falek's rank wasn't high; apart from the three second-tier members, the others weren't completely controlled and retained their sense of self. The two third-tier members used their demonic transformation to break free from mind control and withstand Canaan's attack.

Canaan herself didn't seem particularly powerful, but the flamethrower she wielded was truly formidable. The flames even possessed the peculiar effect of burning magic, forcing the two higher-ranking third-tier beings to passively defend themselves.

"It really was a disguised caravan." The two third-tier players were quite annoyed.

How could the guards hired by a regular caravan possibly produce such a weapon?

On the other side, the leading fourth-tier warrior was fighting with Faith. Faith hadn't displayed any power, but she was controlling a puppet zombie with extremely high speed and strength, completely ignoring supernatural powers. This Buddha zombie was the snake-headed man from the Celestial Realm, who was given to Faith after being defeated by Ronan and his group.

"This is troublesome," the fourth-tier official sighed inwardly.

He didn't know how Fies, who was only at the third rank, could possess such a puppet that he was completely unable to defeat.

They didn't know that Falek and his two companions were just playing with them. Canaan was at the fifth rank, while Falek and Fies were at the sixth rank. Falek was able to control all of them from the start and then completely dominate them.

Despite being injured by the Buddha, the fourth-tier warrior quickly grabbed a box containing goods and ordered, "Retreat!" At the same time, he attacked Canaan.

Faith controlled the zombie to block the attack.

The two Tier 3 fighters decisively disengaged from the battle and retreated with the Tier 4 fighters.

As for the three second-order ones, there's no way to deal with them.

After the three walked away, Canaan put away his weapon. "Acting is really tiring."

“I find it quite interesting,” Falek said with a smile.

Canaan pursed his lips. "Of course you find it interesting that you're not moving at all." Falek shrugged. "I'm exhausted, okay? I have to precisely control my power at the second-tier level."

Meanwhile, Ronan and Lavana also unexpectedly encountered enemies.

“I’m not surprised to see you here at all, Mr. Coachman, you really were just acting and deceiving people.” The man with the mustache said to the composed Ronan.

“You talk like you’re not a liar,” Ronan retorted. “I imagine your target isn’t these horses or mules, but this man next to me, right?”

The mustachioed men's target was indeed Lavana. They didn't know what made Lavana special, but judging from some of her actions, they were pretty sure she was extraordinary, which made it worthwhile to take her away and find out more.

Ronan glanced into the distance and sensed the fluctuations in magical energy. "Things should be fine over there, so let's not waste any more time here."

"Unfortunately, my power is based on rules..."

Before he could finish speaking, in an instant, the four men, including the man with the mustache, had their limbs broken and passed out.

"The rules system?" Ronan laughed. If it weren't for the fear of attracting too much attention, he could let you release it to play around with, but now, there's no time for that.

Ronan looked at Lavana and said, "Go back and meet up with them. I'll take these people away so it won't be difficult to explain later." Although the stable he was in was separate from the other stables, it was still close by, and he couldn't interrogate these people here.

In the blink of an eye, Ronan disappeared.

At the same time, Ambrina and her team launched a surprise attack on the group's stronghold as planned.

This is the true feint attack.

Late at night, Ronan, accompanied by four sticks, met up with Falek and her group, who were carrying three controlled prisoners, at the agreed-upon location.

It wasn't some hidden cave, just a vast plain. The view stretched along the grassland, with the seemingly endless foothills of the Tianshan Mountains in the distance, and the starry river that seemed within reach when you looked up.

Seeing the four people gradually waking up, Ronan used his sword to nail their limbs shut. "Next, it's time for some boring torture."

Chapter 1116 Closing the Net: It's All the World's Fault, Extraordinary Individuals Don't Need Families

Ronan and his men first separated the three captured second-tier individuals and interrogated them separately.

Looking at the four people beside them, their hands and calves pinned to the ground by nailed swords, and knowing full well that they had no chance of escape, the three of them answered every question, even those that weren't asked.