Free Web NovelChapter 472: Chapter 315: The Gold Era
The Heaven-Reaching Tower, the most awe-inspiring and feared entity in New Moon City.
No matter how prominent the authorities or powerful the Inner City Mercenaries, none dared to affront the Heaven-Reaching Tower, even secretly desecrating it in their minds was done with caution.
Yet at this moment, Fenrir boldly declared in front of Su Mo that she would turn the Heaven-Reaching Tower into ashes. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓
These words, which sounded utterly insane to outsiders, didn’t provoke any derision from Su Mo; he merely watched Fenrir silently, a deep meaning hidden in his gaze.
Fenrir flicked the ash from her cigar and said with interest, "You don’t seem surprised, which is unexpected to me."
Su Mo did not respond directly, merely sighing softly: "If you had ambitions to challenge the giant corporations, why did you breach the Rust Wall back then? You lost the people’s trust of the Inner City for nothing."
"People’s trust? You’re naïve enough to believe in that?" Fenrir seemed to hear a joke, her eyes cold, "I don’t care about people’s trust because it’s something that can be manipulated."
"I only believe in one thing, and that is strength. As long as strength is sufficient, others will fear you, submit to you, and follow your will in everything."
Su Mo shook his head: "If you believe in strength, do you not believe in the power of unity? Countless weak sparks united can also become a raging inferno."
Fenrir took a deep pull on her cigar, exhaling slowly, her deep eyes lurking in the smoke: "There used to be a fool like you said, believed in unity, believed in the people’s trust, and he has been dead for over a decade now."
Su Mo softly spoke the words she didn’t finish: "Alan, former Commissioner of the Public Security Bureau before you, a special hero of New Moon City, personally created the ’Golden Age’ at the frontier."
He paused at this point, gazing at Fenrir with a haunting revelation: "He is your biological father."
Fenrir didn’t speak, quietly smoking her cigar while gazing at the distant night sky, as if reminiscing about the man in her memories.
Outsiders genuinely cannot imagine that a Commissioner of the Public Security Bureau with such extraordinary achievements would have a daughter become the head of the frontier’s largest violent group.
All of this traces back to the inception of the frontier itself.
Since the City Council signed the Frontier Isolation Act 51 years ago, establishing the Rust Wall and dividing New Moon City in two, the division between the Inner City and frontier deepened.
The Inner City despised the frontier, regarding its people as inherently inferior, filled with evil at their core, deserving of a degraded life.
The frontier resents the Inner City, feeling that they hoarded resources meant for communal sharing, believing they have the right to reclaim these by force.
In this spiral of escalating hatred, the frontier continues to fall, nearing Hell.
Yet in the darkest places, light can still be found.
years ago, in Dawn Year 131, a miracle occurred at the City Council election.
New Moon City appointed its first Commissioner from the frontier.
This Commissioner was named "Alan," a native of the frontier, who immigrated to the Inner City as a young man, working in the City Defense Reserve Team, Civil Guard, and Public Security Bureau’s Administrative Section One.
Alan not only excelled professionally but also understood the intricacies of power, skillfully networking, leveraging an outstanding work history and patronage to smoothly enter the City Council, ultimately flourishing in the re-election.
From the day Alan took office as Commissioner, the decade known as the "Golden Age" by elder frontier folks began.
Despite his high position, Alan never forgot his homeland or why he wanted to join the City Council.
As someone from the frontier, he understood the conflicts between the Inner City and frontier clearer than any other Commissioner, thus initiating unprecedented reforms. freēwēbηovel.c૦m
Alan first undertook rigorous disciplinary measures within the Public Security Bureau, curtailing sheriffs’ overly liberal law enforcement powers, and established a complete, efficient accountability system, fundamentally curbing frequent violent law enforcement.
Regarding issues stemming from frontier inhabitants sneaking into the Inner City, Alan adopted an opposite approach to past Commissioners, collaborating with multiple departments to relax immigration policies instead of vehemently blockading such behaviors.
Alan was keenly aware that the persistent illegal crossings stemmed from the frontier being a place that offered no prospects to ordinary people, leaving them no choice but to enter the Inner City to survive.
Due to previously stringent and costly immigration standards, regular frontier dwellers couldn’t afford legal means, leaving them to turn to crossings and subsequent issues arose.
Through Alan’s led reforms to the migration system, besides the single costly investment immigration, technical and labor immigration channels were added.
Those skilled frontiersmen didn’t have to scurry through sewers like rodents, living in darkness and avoiding detection, the Public Security Bureau would assist them in officially settling and finding suitable employment.
Even those without technical prowess, willing to contribute to production, work diligently, and abide by laws could accumulate points through working hours to qualify for immigration.
On the frontier itself, Alan tirelessly launched the "Head-Hunting Operation," deploying the Anti-Violence Fourth Section to precisely target the uncontrollable violent group leaders while supporting compliant puppets to rise.
As more puppets were supported to power, a bizarre phenomenon emerged where these leaders would fight rival groups by day with their underlings, then at night enter the city attending work meetings at the Public Security Bureau, and the outstanding performers even earned honor medals.
