Fang Zhou, why do people say I am a succubus?

At this moment, Jessica appeared out of nowhere, put a plate full of exquisite food on the table, and sat on Chen Zhou's left, opposite Tallulah.

She looked at Chen Zhou who was surrounded by his friends and pursed her lips subtly.

The captain doesn't even take me out for dinner anymore...

"From next time on, you don't have to pay the friend fee." Jessica lowered her head to eat and announced in a soft voice.

"what?"

Chen Zhou slapped his thigh anxiously, "Why have you become so unfamiliar?"

Suddenly, the mudstone on the right side jumped up like a zombie, its body stiffened, and then it coughed loudly.

In an instant, everyone's eyes were focused on this iron tower 'strong man' with a red face and embarrassed expression.

"You must have choked. You should chew your food slowly. Don't eat so fast." Chen Zhou gave him a blaming look and handed him his water.

Mudstone felt very aggrieved.

When you pat your thigh, can you pat your own?

After gulping down a big gulp of water, Mudstone came back to his senses from the state of choking.

“This water…this water…”

Then, as if she had just remembered something, she opened her cherry lips in shock and stammered as she looked at Chen Zhou.

"There's nothing wrong with the water!"

Chen Zhou was afraid that he would be slandered, so he quickly grabbed the bottle of water, opened it, and took a sip to prove to everyone that there were no computer parts.

He drank...

Doesn’t that mean we are…yes, talking back to each other?

The girl just felt her head buzzing. She drank from Chen Zhou's water bottle with her mouth, and Chen Zhou drank the water mixed with her saliva. Isn't this an indirect kiss?

While Jessica and the others were wondering why the mudstone was reacting so strongly, Chen Zhou, the person she was kissing, patted her thick trouser legs and continued to say caringly, "I know, mercenaries don't feel safe eating and drinking other people's food, but I'm the leader of the infected. How could I harm my own people?"

"Do you still want to drink my sleeping...water?"

Pressing down the mudstone, which was as straight as a boy in military training, Chen Zhou pushed his water bottle over again: "If you're thirsty, just drink it. It's okay."

Mudstone blushed, closed his mouth tightly, and didn't dare to look at Aquarius.

In contrast to her, her mercenaries were all moved to tears when they saw this scene. This is what it means to share the same food and drink the same water. Leader Chen Zhou is really approachable.

Mudstone, who caught a glimpse of this scene, became even more tense and just ate his meal helplessly.

The farce died down, and Jessica pursed her lips and said in a voice only loud enough for the two of them to hear: "Because I have few friends."

Actually, you have a large harem?

Chen Zhou took a bite of food.

"You used to take me with you in Longmen, but now, just give the friendship fee to someone else."

However, Jessica played hard to get, and Chen Zhou's face suddenly darkened. He pursed his lips and looked at her subtly.

The stalemate lasted only five seconds.

Jessica was defeated, and her expression instantly changed to one of flattery.

Obviously, the CPU has not been fully optimized yet.

"Jessica still wants to play a friend game with Chen Zhou." Jessica shook her cat ears and took the initiative to break the ice.

"I'm sorry I don't want to."

"Next month, the friend fee will increase tenfold."

"Am I the kind of person who is greedy for money?"

Chen Zhou made an 'X' on his chest in a very cool and arrogant manner.

"Then I'll give you all the money I have."

"Then...will Thor Industries give me shares?" Chen Zhou pointed at himself, his face full of anticipation.

The intention is too obvious!

Jessica's expression was subtle.

Froststar and Tallulah both covered their faces.

Mudstone was still immersed in the past, eating silently.

After the meal, Niyan refused Chen Zhou's invitation to take a bath and was arranged by the city hall to live in a detached apartment.

As for the mercenaries under her command, they were arranged to live with those of the same tribe.

Mudstone changed into a thin vest and black shorts in the apartment, and opened the curtains a little, allowing him to see the city street scene from above.

The street is bustling with people, lined with warm lights from shops. A hundred meters along the street, from dusk to dawn, it exudes a long-lasting aroma of life.

This... is the 'Kazdel' everyone dreams of.

Mudstone, who was leaning on the windowsill with his chin supported, slowly raised the corners of his mouth.

……

A few days later, the floating city officially sailed out of Leithania and entered the territory of Victoria.

Victoria, a modern country ruled by Drake and Aslan, occupies the most fertile central valley on the land of Terra. It has a vast territory and is adjacent to many core circle countries.

From a geopolitical perspective alone, Victoria's strategic position is no less than that of the Middle East in its previous life.

Chen Zhou was maneuvering the city to fly south. After all, that was the base camp of the Tara people and the starting point of the future northern expedition to Victoria and western expedition to Sargon.

At the same time, Shenchi also began to infiltrate Xiaoqiu County, intending to incite local wealthy businessmen and nobles to welcome the royal army.

A noble manor in Askara County.

"Your Excellency, based on the route of the newly discovered Draco, it is not difficult to guess that his destination is Victoria."

"The troublesome Tara remnants."

At the window, the Duke of Caster, wearing an emerald green shawl, opened his folding fan and said thoughtfully:

"Floating cities, airships, Reunion, Sarkaz mercenaries... Could this be related to the Sarkaz forces in Londinium?"

The man in the gray hat at the communication terminal remained silent, not daring to speculate.

Soon the communication was cut off, and Duke Caister said without turning around, "Fischer (Enigma), do you have any news?"

Upon hearing this, the white-haired Waifan with braided hair bowed slightly and said, "No abnormalities have been found for the time being."

As an intelligence officer under the Duke of Caister, Mi Tu has been responsible for monitoring the Deep Pool organization in Tara.

There is currently no evidence that the two descendants of Drake have any tendency to unite.

"So, tell me, is it possible for us to win over a Drake?" Duke Caister said with a meaningful smile.

Chapter 3: Manifesto against Bandits

The floating city headed southwest from Leithania and soon arrived in the south of Victoria.

At this moment, in the Integration Movement Headquarters Building, a meeting that will determine the future of the organization is being held.

As soon as he stepped into the conference room, everyone's attention was focused on him. The red velvet chairs were full of people. When they saw Chen Zhou, they subconsciously straightened their backs.

Chen Zhou nodded slightly, walked into the conference room and sat down at the main seat.

Below him, the crowd was clearly divided into two groups, left and right.

Everyone had heard before arriving that after a month of exploration, the Integration Movement had become quite familiar with the process of attracting infected people to emigrate. Leader Chen Zhou planned to draw personnel from the movement to establish a new organization, the Tara People's Liberation Front.

This time, sitting at separate tables can clearly reflect the inner tendencies of the major cadres and subordinates.

"Anyway, as I was informed before the meeting, I'm a Drake. My parents died at the hands of Victorian nobles when I was young, and I fled to Longmen. Now that I've gained strength, I plan to restore the glory of Tara, and my future work will focus on this area."

Taking in the expressions of everyone below, Chen Zhou said with a smile:

"I know what you're thinking. You're worried that I won't care about the lives of the infected. This worry is unnecessary. First of all, let me emphasize that most of the infected are just a part of the lower class. We need to destroy not only the extreme racists but also the nobles who are sucking the marrow out of people. We are not Deep Pool, but I will be the next Aburana for now. Of course, I am definitely much better than that red dragon."

"The leader is stronger than your Star Fury." Mandela muttered while sitting on the lower left.

"Anyway, if you have any questions, you can ask them now."

Chen Zhou leaned lazily on the back of his chair and motioned for everyone to speak.

On the left, David, the guerrilla shield guard, was the first to express his stance: "Leader, the guerrillas trust you, we will join you."

Chen Zhou breathed a sigh of relief. If even the guerrillas' own soldiers did not support him, the situation would be very ugly.

The ghost shark closest to Chen Zhou also raised his hand in agreement this time.

Because he had known Chen Zhou's ambitions for a long time, Ghost Shark did not join the Integration Movement, but stayed by his side as a relative.

"Snow Monster Team, join." Froststar raised her hand without a doubt.

"Lappland, join."

"Jessica, join."

"It's long overdue."

Mandela sat on the red velvet chair with her legs crossed, slowly raised her hand, and said lazily:

"This time, Mr. Chen Zhou has finally made up his mind and responded to the leader of Shenchi. I think that's a good thing. In the past few years, the Tara people have had no one to support them. If we are polite to the nobles, they will think we are easy to bully. They think they can oppress and exploit us without restraint and treat us like cattle and horses."

She played with her staff, and seemed to recall the miserable time when she was young in Oak Forest County and was driven into the sewers to escape like a livestock. Her expression became increasingly calm.

"On the surface, they are Uighur citizens, but secretly, they are still inferior. Tara takes one step back, they take ten steps forward; Tara begs for mercy, they draw their swords; Tara wants to settle the situation peacefully, they kill and burn..."

As he spoke, Mandela's eyes became more determined, mixed with a hint of madness.

"As the leader said, some problems cannot be solved without action! Let me tell you, there's no need to worry about how many people to kill or how many houses to burn; it's meaningless. Those who clamor for self-determination, those who sneer at us, those who discriminate against Tara, every one of them should be killed! On this point, the Aslan royal family and the Victoria nobles must be killed together! This is the ambition of the Tara people, there's nothing to hide!"

"Cough cough!"

Chen Zhou, who was sitting on the main seat, coughed twice, signaling the cat to pay attention to the occasion.

This kind of thing can be discussed in an internal meeting.

Don’t you even look at Sister Tazi and Chen Huijie’s faces, which are as red as pig livers?

Even David from the guerrillas looked at him inexplicably.

"It's not that serious now." Chen Zhou quickly skipped the topic.

However, Sister Tazi, Chen Huijie, Jiu and others interpreted his meaning - in some cases, all pictures are not excluded!

"I...should stay in the floating city." Talulah stood up and spoke on behalf of the remnants.

[Black Snake: Do you see a reflection of your past self in him?]

Don't try to seduce me, Black Snake. At least Chen Zhou hasn't lost his mind.

And he calls me "sister", so it is my moral and logical obligation to keep an eye on him and not let him make the same mistake as I did.

"I'm sorry, Chen Zhou. I graduated from the Victoria Royal Guards School. I have many acquaintances here and don't want to confront them."

Chen Huijie's mind flashed with a lively girl who liked to call herself "Chen Chen" and she spoke to Chen Zhou with an apologetic look on her face.

"Loyalty is not absolute, it is absolutely disloyal. Putting aside the effort required to overthrow the existing system, even if you succeeded, controlling a vast country and a huge population, would you be reluctant to use the infected as perfect bait to attract the attention of the people?"

Nine expressed his opposition, saying, "Personally, I don't believe at all that people of different races, infected and non-infected people can live together as a family to mutual benefit."

The floating city can do this because it has a small population and a large area, and its management structure is clear and transparent.

If there are too many people, all kinds of conflicts will arise.

As for Faust, who has been on the edge for so long, it is natural for him to move forward and backward with Tallulah after she wakes up.

"Okay, since everyone has made up their minds, I won't force it."

After learning about the choices of all parties, Chen Zhou said nothing more and looked at the conservatives on his right:

"Anyway, I'm still the leader of the Reunion Movement. The daily operations of the floating city are now in your hands."

"Don't worry." Old Chen nodded very politely.