"Living Corpse" Jason and "Werewolf" Thale had no objections to their boss's words.
"Sir, do you intend to operate the Hui Li Party as an intelligence organization and a long-term base?"
"Living Corpse" Jason thought for a moment and asked.
"That's right, since we've come to Backlund, we have to leave something behind."
Xia Ai'er nodded. With these two being so obedient, it saved him the trouble of letting them taste what suffocation felt like first.
"As long as we don't disrupt the order of East Borough, the Loen authorities generally won't bother us with conflicts between gangs."
"Werewolf" Thale also had some understanding of the Loen authorities.
He thought this was not bad. Taking over a gang involved in businesses like prostitution meant they could participate in gang fights if they wanted to kill, and they wouldn't need to find a place to enjoy themselves.
Moreover, they could have gang members collect information for them, which was better than running around every day looking for Maric.
"Since you two have no objections, I'll add a few more points."
Xia Ai'er, without a teacher, naturally grasped the unique, non-stop rambling ability of a 'leader'.
"Those girls, they are earning money to survive, and they will share their earnings with the gang. I don't mind if you have relations with them, but if you can't control yourselves and want to kill them, cripple them, or injure them, then I will give you a lesson you will never forget. You know my methods."
"If someone comes looking for trouble, or intentionally injures our girls, drag them out. I don't need to teach you how to do it."
"If you want to earn a bit, then find ways from outsiders, don't target our own people. What money do you expect from girls who struggle to even feed themselves and their families? How many pennies can they spare?"
"Those girls are, to some extent, our property. If you exploit them, they won't be able to eat, and they'll be as thin as sticks. Will you still be interested?"
Xia Ai'er guided these Libidinous Brothel members to change their way of thinking.
"Instead of exploiting our own people, think about how to exploit outsiders more to provide benefits for our own people."
"For example, for those who come, force them to buy sanitary protective items. If they don't want to buy, then they have to pay five times the price."
Xia Ai'er knew that his current actions might be condoning crime.
But it didn't matter. He couldn't change the world, but changing the living conditions of certain vulnerable groups in a few streets...
He could.
"Can you make money selling prostitution in East Borough? Do you even care about that little money?"
"If you want to earn more, then try to transform, utilize our channels, such as selling goods, being an intermediary, domestic services..."
"For those who earn money for us, protect them and help them solve some troubles."
"For those who bring us money, you can play with them however you like, no need to worry about business. Gangs don't have to follow rules. If a Sequence 6 and a Sequence 7 can't even manage a gang, then hurry back to South Continent, don't keep following me and making a Fool of yourselves."
The dark green in Xia Ai'er's eyes grew deeper. He was not the Fool; he couldn't solve problems by wishing.
He couldn't build a factory in seven days to house those women and guarantee their treatment.
He couldn't change the system of the Loen Kingdom in a month and fundamentally solve these problems.
He wouldn't take out loans for a group of unrelated people to satisfy some indifferent kindness.
He only did what was within his power.
With a few words, he could influence a few streets and the livelihoods of hundreds of people. Why not talk a bit more?
Within three days, the nightingales of the Hui Li Party would complete their original work more easily, bring more bread home, their living conditions would improve fastest, and they would have opportunities for transformation in the future.
Xia Ai'er was just giving a hand. He didn't owe these strangers anything, and no one should try to morally blackmail him.
"Sir, we agree to everything else."
"But... sometimes, we might not be able to control ourselves."
"Living Corpse" Jason looked at the faint light in Xia Ai'er's eyes and said, steeling himself.
Jason absolutely supported Xia Ai'er's philosophy of exploiting outsiders and giving benefits to his own people.
Although he didn't consider these Loen people his own, the boss's fist was big, so the boss's words were reason. The boss disdained exploiting those prostitutes, and he dared not object, but sometimes, those of their indulgent faction really found it hard to control themselves.
"Werewolf" Thale was more direct:
"Sir, our strength... we might accidentally tear them apart."
Xia Ai'er saw their reactions and wasn't angry. He slowly rose from his chair.
"During the full moon, I will watch over you, or you can go to other places and tear apart those who also crave sin and desire at night."
"Normally, if you tear apart a nightingale, I will use you as a blood sacrifice once."
"With your recovery ability, even if your skin is peeled off, you won't die and will heal after a while."
"As long as you have fear in your hearts, I believe you will resist the desires within you."
"If you are disobedient, I will use your characteristics to replace you with someone obedient."
He slowly raised his hand, and the skin of the two Dark creatures, the Zombie and the Werewolf, showed signs of decay.
This was just a warning.
"Sir 'Steve', we will obey all your requests."
"But I don't understand, why do you... Aren't we the Libidinous Brothel?"
"Werewolf" Thale looked at "Steve" in confusion.
"No wonder you're still Sequence 7."
"Jason, do you also need me to explain?"
Xia Ai'er cursed the Werewolf, then looked at "Living Corpse" Jason.
"Sir, are you hoping that while we indulge, we also exercise restraint, reducing the risk of losing control and becoming non-human?"
"Living Corpse" Jason saw Xia Ai'er testing him and surmised Xia Ai'er's intentions as he spoke.
"That's right, the Temperance faction is just foolish, but they did produce an Angel after all, so they're not entirely useless."
"During the full moon, the Temperance faction chooses to suppress, losing power, while we choose to indulge, becoming Monsters."
"If you become a Wraith too many times, it's very possible that one full moon, you will become a true Wraith, losing everything."
"That idiot Senior, don't look at how glorious he is now. If he advances to Demigod, he'll probably lose control directly."
"The core of the Libidinous Brothel is not complete indulgence of desires, but rather utilizing the power of desire, learning to master desire. If you are completely eroded by desire, becoming a Monster and losing humanity, what fun is there in living?"
"Do you want to become the Zombies you manipulate or those Monsters transformed by Werewolves?"
Xia Ai'er asked his two subordinates.
The two looked at each other, both understanding the other's thought: the boss was in a bad mood, so it was best not to cause trouble.
The boss was competing with "Blood General" for a chance to advance to Demigod. If they dared to say that "Blood General"'s indulgent way was better, they would definitely be beaten to death by the boss.
After establishing the fundamental understanding that the boss was correct, the two also began to reflect on their lives over the years. "Werewolf" Thale also found that "Living Corpse" Jason advanced faster, and it seemed there was some truth to this aspect.
The two looked at the Zombie lying on the ground, which could be freely manipulated, and thought of their own muddled state during the full moon, feeling a lingering fear in their hearts.
They hadn't lived enough yet; who would want to become such a Monster?
Since the boss didn't forbid them from enjoying themselves, then for their own lives, should they try to restrain themselves a bit while indulging?
"If you have no objections, then get out."
"If you have objections, state them now."
Xia Ai'er switched back to his Wraith form, his figure vanishing, leaving only his voice echoing in the room.
If a Sequence 6 and a Sequence 7 still couldn't establish some rules for a black industry in East Borough...
Then they should just die early. What use were such wastes?
"Wait, Sir."
Jason spoke first, and then his throat was gripped by a ghostly hand, lifted into mid-air like a hanged man.
"Sir, we have no objections, we agree, we just want to ask, what about you? Aren't you coming with us?"
Thale saw Jason drooling but still not daring to struggle with all his might, fearing another beating. He quickly helped explain.
"Do your job well."
"You can contact me if you need anything."
"Following you, chasing Sharon and wasting time, when will I ever find an opportunity..."
Jason fell from the air, and Thale quickly caught him. They no longer dared to ask what the boss was going to do.
They didn't dare to ask about Zatwin's schedule, so how could they dare to ask about Sir 'Steve's schedule?
Sir 'Steve' would really peel their skin and use them as blood sacrifices.
"This is a pilot project for me to cultivate faith. If you dare to mess it up for me, you're dead!"
The voice from the void dispelled Jason and Thale's last doubts.
As expected of the Sir, his wisdom is profound.