Chapter 581: Higher Position

In the meeting room, everyone was slurping noodles, the sound was incessant.

"Eating without a movie to watch, that's not right. I have one here, let's all watch it together." As soon as Sun Jack's words fell, a holographic projection appeared mid-air.

It was dogthing's enforcement recording video from a drone just before its death.

"Fuck you! You dare boss me around? Do you have any idea who our boss is? We roll with Sun Jack! Fuck off!"

A man with a face full of tattoos appeared on the screen, cursively yelling at dogthing.

"According to Metropolis's Article 142, you're not going anywhere!"

"Damn it! Kill this guy!"

"Shit, something's off with this guy's combat prosthetic! Get someone on him!!"

"Let me do it, I know the weakness of this Battle Armor!"

"Call for backup! Call for backup!! Call for—"

"Holy shit, is he really dead? Isn't that going to be tricky to deal with?"

"No worries, my buddy is the Deputy Director at BPCD headquarters, he can handle this small issue."

The video stopped there, and everyone in the meeting room put down their chopsticks.

Click. Sun Jack drew a pistol and chambered a round.

"Whose man?" No one spoke up, many even started frantically questioning their own subordinates.

Sun Jack placed the gun on the table and gave it a gentle push; the black muzzle spun on the smooth surface, finally coming to a stop in front of King Kong.

A hand landed heavy on King Kong's left shoulder with a pat, Sun Jack, who had appeared behind him without notice, made King Kong shiver all over.

"Your man, the elder from Eighteenth Street."

"The folks from Eighteenth Street are naturally tight because they've come up the ranks together, so their positions are high, at least middle management in Metropolis. Since it's all inside people, they help each other out with little troubles. Truly brotherly."

Seeing his brother threatened by Sun Jack, Abu, who was beside him, spoke up discontentedly, "This has nothing to do with him."

Sun Jack swiftly picked up the gun and pressed it against the lion-headed Steelheart. "Of course I know he's not involved. If he were, I'd have fucking killed him already!!"

After saying that, Sun Jack shoved the gun into Steelheart's hands and returned to his seat, staring coldly at Steelheart.

Feeling the oppressive atmosphere, Steelheart clenched his teeth and opened the communication channel.

Soon, seven or eight elders from Eighteenth Street walked into the meeting room, having been notified to attend a high-level meeting of the Utopia Federation, and they were all directly related to the case.

They were very excited, even beginning to wonder if they were being promoted.

However, what greeted them was the icy muzzle of Steelheart's gun, accompanied by his quivering hand raising to aim at his brothers who had been through life and death with him.

"Steelheart Boss? Why?" Bewilderment appeared on their faces, and their voices softened Steelheart's heart.

Looking at his brothers, many of whom had saved his life on the battlefield, Steelheart decided to fight for them one more time.

He holstered his gun, stood in front of those men, and pushed back against Sun Jack's pressure,"Dead people? Seven or eight need to be buried with them? How much money to compensate? I'll pay for them!!"

Sun Jack looked over coldly, "You think I'm just seeking justice for that guy called 'dog'? No! I'm retrieving justice for the past us!"

"Money? Can money buy life? Should someone die just because they have no money?! Have you all forgotten our past days, our identities? Corporate dogs! Mercenaries! Gangs! Prostitutes!"

"Have you forgotten how others fucking used money and capital to exploit you?"

"What now? You became people on top, so you can just start exploiting others willfully like they did? Do you need to endure a few more years of the bitter old days to truly empathize with those below you?"

"Fuck your mother! It hasn't been that long, have you all fucking forgotten already?"

In an instant, Sun Jack's body turned into an afterimage, with a laser blade shooting out from his forearm, and in just a second, everyone behind Steelheart was decapitated.

Sun Jack, holding the buzzing laser blade, approached the main seat, his icy gaze sweeping over everyone, including AA and Tapai.

"I think everyone should remember who I am. I am the initiator of the Rat Alliance Battle Line, Sun Jack."

"You might think those slogans are too grandiose, that they are for brainwashing the lower class, but sorry, I'm serious!"

"My original intention has never changed. I won't allow the past Holy Grail People to exploit you at will, nor will I let you learn from the Holy Grail and exploit those below. Whoever wants to go against me, they are my enemy!"

His words left the room in silence; they knew Sun Jack was serious.

Feeling the tension, Linda Linda lightened the mood by playing with her hair.

"Alright, alright, we get it. Just saying so is enough, could we even oppose you?"

Saying this, she came beside Sun Jack and gently turned off his combat prosthesis, helping him to sit back down.

"Let's eat, the noodles are all clumpy. Since someone made a mistake, we correct it, right? Next time something like this happens, just let me handle it. You don't have to step in person for such a small matter. If you handle every little thing, you won't have 24 hours a day for anything else."

Sun Jack lowered his head and started eating the noodles that had long since gone cold. "Really? If I hadn't paid attention to this, would it have just been overlooked?"

"Don't worry, everyone's got it. This won't happen again," Linda Linda said as she began massaging Sun Jack's scalp, her hands working through his hair.

"I 100% agree with you on this, those people deserved to die. Back when I was a prostitute, I was fucked by these kinds of people countless times for free. If only someone like you had been there to protect me then."

As Linda Linda spoke, the atmosphere relaxed, and after acknowledging they understood, everyone started eating noodles again.

But Sun Jack's next sentence made everyone stop. "I'm planning to clone a bunch of Sun Jacks, specifically for internal oversight."

"Bro, isn't that going a bit too far? We've all been relying on each other to survive. Can't you trust us?" Old Six spoke up.

Yet Sun Jack ignored him. "I know everyone has had a hard time all along, supporting me against FFP, facing death with me time and again, so I've given you all the highest status and benefits in the entire Federation."

"Even when you secretly do things, I've seen it; I just don't care because I understand, after all, you were born and raised here, and definitely don't have the same standards as the previous epoch."

"I'm not expecting you to help me fulfill my ideals."

"But when it comes to issues of principle, what's wrong is absolutely wrong. I can't become Lan Meng, and neither can you become the Holy Grail People. Whoever becomes the next generation Holy Grail Person is my enemy."