Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva

"It seems the result isn't too bad?"

"Well, the influence is actually bidirectional. The black-clad priests here were originally born with integrity and good characteristics, but the later members were mostly societal misfits. Even though they were influenced, certain habits and viewpoints can't be completely eradicated."

"So the temperament of the black-clad priests here has gradually turned to violence. They're no longer committed to secular law; the only thing they probably still adhere to is their faith in the Suffering Angel, believing that pain is the secret to maintaining clarity and strength."

"Our goals shouldn't directly conflict with theirs. It's best if we can avoid conflict, but if the other party won't recognize what's good for them, then we'll just have to have a few rounds."

"Just the few of us? I feel like everyone's gotten a bit too cocky lately."

"Is that so? I think it's just about right." As he finished speaking, Kinsenke, Xie Lian, Guluo, and Ximu picked up the guns beside them, released the safeties, and then the car windows on both sides abruptly lowered, barrels pointed outward, and bullets streaked out.

Intense gunfire started in an instant. Figures in black robes emerged from the ruins on both sides of the armored vehicle, holding various weapons and shooting at the moving vehicle, sparks and sounds of bullet impacts sporadically bursting on its surface.

The two sides continued to exchange fire until a group of black silhouettes appeared in front of the armored vehicle. They held various weapons but did not open fire. Instead, the shooting from the sides of the road ceased instantly when the priest in the lead raised his hand.

"Welcome, friends from afar."

This priest had a statue of the Suffering Angel on his chest. Despite his benevolent appearance, the group of brawny men in black robes beside him carried all kinds of heavy weaponry, presenting a 'virtue-by-force' appearance.
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The armored vehicle gradually stopped, and then the doors opened. Surrounded and escorted by her companions, a black-haired young girl slowly emerged and finally stopped in front of the priest.

"This is quite a surprise. Although I heard quite a few rumors along the way, I never expected your leader to be so young and special." His eyes fixated on the young girl, he spoke with a hint of amazement.

"Is this how you greet people?"

Yalian pushed up his glasses, stepped forward to speak, and with a wave of his other hand, his companions quickly brought a chair over for Tilan to sit down.

To dominate the other party in negotiations, besides using strikes and threats, the best strategy is to elevate the status and identity of one's own leader, thereby putting implicit pressure on the opposition.

The young girl, knowing Yalian was playing another cunning trick, felt a bit helpless. However, it wasn't a good time to expose him, so she sat down as her companions had arranged for her, maintaining an indifferent expression with legs crossed and arms on the armrest, her palms resting on her knees under the black skirt.

"Our Miss Tilan is destined to conquer this wasteland as queen. You should have inquired about who you're dealing with. Lebyon, Withered Tree Garden, Jielou City—who dares not to obey our Miss's orders nowadays? If your little Sun Burning City doesn't surrender and swear allegiance promptly, I can't guarantee what will happen next..." Yalian's improvised rhetoric grew more vigorous as he spoke, his expressions becoming increasingly convincing. His finger, held upright, pointed directly at the group in front of him, sweeping across them one by one.

Thinking about it, why hadn't I realized he had such a talent for performance before? The girl's expression didn't change, but various thoughts started to emerge in her mind.

Could this guy actually be the repressed flashy type? Perhaps his scholarly image was only a facade, and he just hadn't had an opportunity to reveal his true self before.

While Tilan's thoughts were drifting, Kinsenke stepped forward, planting his boot on a stone beside the road before slamming the heavy revolver's barrel into the ground.

"Stop standing around like fools. Do you even see what condition you're in? You, you, and you—don't hide, look at what you're holding. An outdated submachine gun produced over forty years ago, wearing a bulletproof vest that's frayed—don't you know that once it's damaged, it's virtually ineffective? And you there, can that rocket launcher on your shoulder even fire? I bet its primer chip has self-destructed by now. And the young man over there with the gun in his hand, its power is so weak my grandmother wouldn't use it to fish, yet you're brandishing it to intimidate us..."

"All your possessions put together aren't worth as much as one piece of our Miss's clothing. You're standing here posing, can't even afford rice, but you're still concerned about your look. Is it because you splashed some water by the roadside just now that you think you're very imposing? Let me tell you, if our Miss makes one phone call, a hundred armored vehicles would come here, and the thousands of men disembarking won't be so easy to talk to."

Even though they felt that Kinsenke and Yalian were exaggerating, the group on the other side couldn't help but be half-suspectful, half-doubtful upon witnessing their confidence and fervor.

"All these things you're saying, they're just to bamboozle people, right? And what Miss? Any boss worth their salt comes out with a big entourage. With just this one vehicle, you think you can turn the world upside down?" At last, one of the chubby men couldn't help but retort.

"You don't believe me, huh?" Kinsenke slapped his thigh and waved his hand backward, then the towering Valke came forward, placing a satellite communication device box in front of everyone and opening it.

This... when exactly did they prepare all this? Tilan finally couldn't help but blink as she watched the scene unfold before her.

The number was dialed quickly, and soon, Brod, dressed in a deep red uniform, appeared in the communication projection. He looked slightly surprised when he saw the scene on both sides but quickly regained his composure.