Chapter 1469: Submission

The three of them were struck as if by lightning.

Only now did the three of them understand why a British person had been constantly inquiring about them recently.

They simply had their underlings disguise themselves to negotiate with this British person.

Unexpectedly, this British person actually brought out generous sums of money, promised great profits, and even talked to them about how the country was this or that.

In any case, the three of them did not understand a single word and were even a bit bewildered; those British people had never given a penny before.

These native Egyptians also had eyes and ears in other cities.

After witnessing the rascality of those French people, and having those eyes and ears tell them that the British were even more rascal-like than those French people.

Their impression of the British was not good.

It was not like Lord Nashadier, who, although he had the face of an Arab, did things for the Longyan.

Yet he did not stir up as much trouble as those French and British people.

Now, upon hearing that the British were going to take over the rule of this city, they were one hundred percent unwilling in their hearts.

Malun of the Veteran Alliance looked at Nashadier.

York of the Militia Union organization looked at Nashadier.

Marina of the Defenders, a noble organization, looked at Nashadier.

"Master, why are you abandoning us?" Marina said, looking aggrieved.

Nashadier looked at this woman with a slender figure, somewhat wheat-colored skin, and pure gold jewelry on her clothes.

If she were not currently clutching Nashadier's arm, she would have had an extremely noble temperament in such attire.

But at this moment, she was merely a foil by Nashadier's side.

Nashadier glanced at her, smiled faintly, broke free from the arm she was holding, and pulled this charming yet noble woman into his embrace.

Nashadier already knew where he was going to spend this evening.

He swept a glance at the remaining two people without speaking; everyone has their own aspirations, and Nashadier would absolutely not force them.

Those two felt Nashadier's gaze.

York of the Militia Union performed a gesture only used when paying respects to a king, and without the slightest hesitation, said: "We represent the workers of this city and express our willingness to forever submit to Mr. Nashadier, to submit to Longyan."

Nashadier nodded; the militia organization represented by York would absolutely not defect to the British.

Just as they had opposed the French.

But after Longyan occupied this city, everything they did was truly in line with their interests.

At first, they were opposed to the arrival of the Longyan, and even organized resistance actions.

But when they discovered the Longyan's style of doing things, they were thoroughly convinced; although Nashadier had not promulgated any rigid policies.

The underlying unspoken rules were placed directly out in the open.

Anyone could see that neither the Longyan nor Nashadier wanted to establish a regime here, as the cost might be too great for them.

But they would intervene to prevent incorrect things from happening here.

Therefore, York highly revered the Longyan.

This was also the reason why York was willing to follow the Longyan.

Malun, the boss of the Veteran Alliance, hesitated for a moment.

For them, it actually didn't matter who was the boss here; when the French came, they defected to the French.

When the Longyan came, they defected to the Longyan.

They had guns in their hands and a large number of people, unlike the nobles, who had guns but were few in number; although they controlled a large amount of wealth here and almost all the business in this city was done by them, and although they hired many people, very few would risk their lives for them.

The Militia Union was the group that opposed these nobles; they were numerous, but they had no guns in their hands.

To be frank, the Veteran Alliance would live well no matter who they followed.

Good.

But following Nashadier and the Longyan, this force that was about to leave the city.

Might not have much of a future.

After all, the ownership of this city would soon belong to the British.

Malun grinned: "Of course I choose to follow you, Master."

Nashadier was slightly taken aback; in his expectations, the people of the Militia Union would definitely follow him.

The nobles might have an ambiguous relationship with him, like now, in order to avoid damage to their property.

But the Veteran Alliance would definitely choose the British.

After the British arrived here, they would be the biggest lackeys; being a dog might not be good, but one could live very well.

"Give me a reason," Nashadier said faintly.

Malun laughed: "Master, do you think we still have a chance to choose?"

"Although you are leaving, this city will not fall into the hands of the British; they might use the port, but all the businesses and all the forces in this city could not possibly be the British's."

"If I refuse, you will definitely kill me without hesitation and wipe out all my forces."

Once these words were spoken, York's expression changed slightly; this was something this master was capable of doing.

Marina opened her mouth; she glanced at the man holding her. Although she said she would follow Longyan, she did not say she would not follow the British.

Her attitude was the most ambiguous.

Her expression became a bit nervous; would Nashadier kill her because of this...

Nashadier nodded and praised: "You are very smart. I did indeed think that just now, so this is your reason? Because you are afraid of being killed by me, you defect to me and play along with me?"

Nashadier stared at him, his eyes seeming to see through everything about him.

Malun took a step back, performed a solemn salute, and said in a deep voice: "The reason I choose you, Master, is absolutely not because your might makes me afraid."

"In this port city, my brothers are everywhere, and most of the weapons left behind by the French are in our hands."

"As for you, Master, the troops you brought only number ten thousand; compared to our people, these men are truly a bit few."

Nashadier raised an eyebrow and said indifferently, "So, you want to challenge me to a duel?"

"Absolutely not!"

"No matter how many people we have or how good our equipment is, our men lack any combat discipline, and some of my own underlings are too undisciplined, offending people everywhere instead."

"The reason I chose you, Master, is because of what you are doing for this city."

Malun lowered his head further; although the Longyan had not made this port city better, they had at least kept it from getting worse.

The original purpose for Malun establishing this organization was actually to unite a group of capable people to make this city better.

But he had not expected things to go against his wishes; he had once wanted to set things right, but he lacked the ability to do so.

But now that the Longyan army had arrived, he saw that these Longyan soldiers were doing better than them, which was what gave Malun the heart to submit.