My queen is rebelling!

Cohen wasn't angered; he simply said calmly:

"If you think my woman is the same as those Stacy ladies and Miss Demilles you're hooking up with, then you've really miscalculated!

Also, let me remind you, she doesn't have my good temper. Your sixth-order strength probably wouldn't last a single move in front of her."

The smile on Thomas Wade's lips slightly froze.

It wasn't because of Cohen's mockery, but because of the two names the other party casually mentioned. Even his most trusted "vegetable farmer" didn't know about them.

How did someone who just arrived in 'Cultivator City-State' know?

Thomas Wade quickly concealed his surprise and extended his hand:

"I apologize for my offense. First time meeting, I am the 'Leader'!"

His posture was condescending, full of confidence and pride, with a hint of arrogance in his eyes.

This was a common tactic used by Thomas Wade. He would put pressure on the other party before negotiations. He himself was a sixth-order [Battle Master], constantly running on the front lines of the revolutionary struggle.

He carried a strong aura and killing intent. This preemptive strike was always effective.

Cohen smiled faintly, didn't shake his hand, and simply said calmly:

"I don't have the habit of shaking hands with dead people!"

Thomas Wade's face completely darkened, and the "vegetable farmer" beside him vaguely blocked the doorway.

Cohen laughed mockingly:

"You can't possibly think that you two second-rate sixth-orders can keep me here!"

Thomas Wade raised his thick eyebrows and said in a deep voice:

"I thought we were here to discuss cooperation."

Cohen shook his head:

"That was just an excuse to lure you here. Frankly, a dying man has no capital to cooperate with me.

I came here simply because I don't want to watch you lead so many [Cultivators] and farmers to their deaths. These people will be very useful to me in the future."

Thomas Wade chuckled:

"A dying man? You mean I'm going to die?"

Cohen nodded calmly.

Thomas Wade laughed loudly, pointed to the scar on his face, and said:

"Do you know who left this scar on me?

Ten years ago, when I had just broken through the Silver tier, Ivan Petrov dispatched three Gold tiers, five Silver tiers, and five hundred security soldiers to encircle and suppress me.

And the result? They only left me with a scar that was neither light nor heavy.

I keep this scar so that one day I can go to Ivan Petrov and tell him that in this world, some people are children of destiny, born protagonists, and can never be killed!"

The "vegetable farmer" beside him was also filled with fanaticism and reverence.

As the person closest to Thomas Wade, he had witnessed Wade's countless escapes from death.

In the ten years since he took over as "Leader", he had experienced countless life-and-death situations, but each time he was able to turn misfortune into good fortune.

This angered Ivan Petrov, who constantly increased the bounty on Thomas Wade.

Because of this, almost everyone in the "Farmers Association", including him, had a kind of worship for him that was like faith.

The "vegetable farmer" beside him also couldn't help but change color.

Cohen laughed mockingly:

"Why don't you continue? Continue to sing the praises of your great achievements?

Unkillable?

Protagonist?

I'm really looking forward to the scene thirteen months from now."

Thomas Wade's face became very cold, and he asked:

"Why do you know this time?"

He and the "vegetable farmer" were secretly shocked. Thirteen months later was the time they planned to launch a major riot and attack the government.

This date was currently only known to him, the "vegetable farmer", and another "captain" who led the revolutionary armed forces outside the city.

The three of them were the absolute leadership core of the "Farmers Association".

The other party actually knew such top-secret information?

Involuntarily, a cold killing intent began to emerge in both of their eyes.

Cohen didn't answer directly, but asked a seemingly unrelated question:

"Which leader are you in your 'Farmers Association'?"

Thomas Wade frowned slightly, wondering why the other party suddenly asked this.

The "vegetable farmer" glanced at Thomas Wade, who nodded slightly, and he said:

"The fifth."

Cohen seemed to be talking to himself:

"'Cultivator City-State' has been established for more than a hundred years, and the 'Cultivation Guild' and the 'Farmers Association' are about the same age.

The president of the 'Cultivation Guild' is hereditary, and Ivan is only the second generation. Has your Farmers Association changed leaders a little too frequently?"

The "vegetable farmer" said coldly:

"The 'Leaders' of the past have all sacrificed for the revolutionary cause.

It's definitely not comparable to the Petrov family, who exploit the peasant brothers to gain power and wealth!"

Cohen's eyes were filled with a mocking smile:

"Think carefully, didn't the previous four 'Leaders' all die in your own uprisings and riots?

And almost every riot, you lose a large number of your forces.

Then you lie dormant, accumulate strength, and when you have enough strength, you riot again.

Such a cycle?

Repeated defeats, but repeated battles, this revolutionary spirit is really admirable!"

The "vegetable farmer" was about to retort, but saw Thomas Wade beside him fall into deep thought. A trace of confusion flashed from time to time in his usually confident and firm eyes.

Seeing this, the "vegetable farmer" couldn't help but carefully ponder Cohen's words. Before long, he also seemed to have thought of something. A chill that penetrated to the bone suddenly rose from his back, and his lips couldn't help but tremble as he looked at Cohen with horror.

Thomas Wade, after all, had been through hundreds of battles, and was the first to calm down. He said in a cold voice:

"What exactly do you want to say?"

Cohen sneered and said:

"How about I tell you a story?

Once upon a time, there was a pig farm, and there was a greedy factory director in the factory.

The pigs he raised were white, fat, and delicious. Not only did they sell for a good price, but they also received praise from many customers.

So he brainwashed these pigs every day, telling them that as long as they ate and slept well, they would be able to go to heaven and enjoy themselves in the future.

But one day, he found that some of the pigs had actually awakened their consciousness.

Let's call them 'smart pigs' for now.

These 'smart pigs' knew that after the factory director raised them fat and big, they would not go to heaven, but to the slaughterhouse.

So they began to resist, and even began to instigate those ordinary pigs to resist together, and let them go on hunger strike.

Under their indoctrination and instigation, the number of 'smart pigs' became more and more, and seeing that the pig farm could not be maintained, the factory director came up with a good idea.

He deliberately relaxed his guard and loosened the fence of the pig farm a little, so those 'smart pigs' planned to escape from the pig farm.

Soon the plan was implemented. The leader of the 'smart pigs', let's call him the 'leader pig', led a large group of 'smart pigs' to escape.

The result was very unfortunate. Outside the fence were all the butchers that the factory director had called.

The factory director wiped out all these 'smart pigs' and the 'leader pig'.

But the factory director kept an eye out, because he felt that even if he killed this batch of 'smart pigs', as time went on, other 'smart pigs' would awaken sooner or later.

So, he didn't slaughter them all. Instead, he deliberately let a few 'smart pigs' escape, even planting a pig raised by the factory director among them, let's call him the 'trusted pig'.

The factory director came up with a brilliant idea. He had the 'trusted pig' actively recruit those 'smart pigs' who were about to awaken their consciousness, and even select a 'smart pig' that was easy to control, and recommend him to become the 'leader pig'.

He deliberately created opportunities for this 'leader pig' to establish prestige, raising him to be plump and white, and very prestigious among a group of 'smart pigs'.

Then, every once in a while, the 'trusted pig' would instigate the 'leader pig' to lead the 'smart pigs', who had gathered into a considerable force, to charge at the fence. However, each time, they were met with the gleaming slaughter knives of the butchers.

Wave after wave, although a major riot would occur in the pig farm every so often, each time it could be quickly quelled.

Moreover, the number of 'smart pigs' awakening could be controlled each time, without affecting the entire pig farm.

The factory director could also continue to raise pigs with peace of mind, exchanging the delicious pork produced for various benefits with outside customers.

So, Mr. Thomas Wade, now tell me, who do you think is the 'smart pig', who is the 'leader pig', and who is the 'trusted pig'?”

Every syllable that Cohen uttered was like a death knell, striking the heartstrings of Thomas Wade and the 'Vegetable Farmer'.

The 'Vegetable Farmer's' face was as white as paper, his lips trembled, and his eyes revealed deep fear.

Cohen continued to relentlessly expose the bloody reality:

“An unkillable protagonist?

Escaping the pursuit of a Gold-rank?

What a joke, Ivan Petrov has been raising you!

Preparing to fatten you up before killing you!”

He silently added in his heart, escaping the pursuit of a Gold-rank is considered the chosen one? What a joke, someone like me who can run away under the eyes of a Saint is the real protagonist.

Thomas Wade's body jolted violently, as if struck by an invisible lightning bolt.

Those eyes that always sparkled with confidence were now filled with confusion and horror.

His thick eyebrows were raised high, and his strong arms trembled slightly, as if they had lost control.

The handsome face gradually lost its color, replaced by a pallor, and the whole person seemed to have all his energy drained away in an instant.

The story Cohen told had a tremendous impact on his mind, ruthlessly shattering his long-held dignity and pride.

The 'Vegetable Farmer' beside him was still shaking his head, his lips trembling. As the think tank of the Farmers' Association, he was now like a drowning child, his face full of helplessness and despair.

Thomas slowly turned his gaze to the 'Vegetable Farmer', and asked, word by word:

“The 'Captain' comrade, who is in charge of all our armed forces, has followed how many generations of 'leaders'?”

The 'Vegetable Farmer' trembled all over like a sieve, stammering:

“He… he is a survivor from the failure of the First Great Revolution… the second-generation 'leader' was recommended by him… including, including Your Excellency, he has followed four generations of 'leaders'!”

An old revolutionary who had experienced the initial period, and was also a confidant of successive 'leaders', such a person in charge of the organization's most important armed forces, no one would object.

Needless to say, who is the 'smart pig', who is the 'leader pig', and who is the 'trusted pig', the answer is already obvious.

Cohen said mockingly:

“However, you, this 'leader pig', exceeded Ivan Petrov's expectations.

Thanks to your ability to seduce noble ladies.

The 'Farmers' Association' has grown rapidly, beyond the expectations of the 'Cultivation Society'.

Forcing Ivan Petrov to instruct your 'Captain' to start a riot after a year.”

Thomas Wade had now regained his composure, only deep anger and hatred accumulated in his chest.

He asked Cohen in a hoarse voice:

“Then what about you, what exactly is your purpose? If you are another 'factory director', I would rather die honorably on the road of rebellion!”

Cohen smiled faintly:

“I'm not interested in that pig-raising game. To put it bluntly, what you think is so important is nothing in my eyes.

Choosing 'Cultivator City-State' is only because its geographical location is relatively special.

As for anything else, as long as you can provide me with sufficient food resources on time to supply my army, it doesn't matter much to me who is in power.”

Thomas Wade's eyes lit up. Although the blow of the truth was great to him, with Cohen's statement at this time, he regained his confidence.

Since he claims to be the special envoy of the Witch, he should have some bottom line in doing things.

Now Thomas Wade can only choose to believe Cohen's words against his will.

It's better than following the previous 'leaders' to send his brothers to their deaths!

Thomas Wade said:

“Do you mean that we can control the city-state?”

Cohen chuckled and said:

“Brother, haven't you gotten rid of the fantasies in your head?

Am I going to all this trouble to do good for you?”

Thomas Wade showed an awkward smile on his face and asked:

“Please explain clearly, Your Excellency. As long as the conditions are suitable, we are willing to obey your orders.”

Cohen stated his conditions:

“After overthrowing Ivan Petrov, I will dissolve both the 'Cultivation Society' and the 'Farmers' Association'.

Instead, a Council will be established, with ten representatives elected from each level, according to ordinary people, First Order, Second Order, Third Order, Fourth Order, up to Sixth Order. These seventy people will be members of this Council.

Each councilor has equal power and has the right to vote on city-state proposals.

In addition, a City Lord's Mansion will be established, with one chief and two deputies.

The two deputy city lords can submit proposals on major and minor administrative affairs within the city-state to the Council for voting. They can be implemented after more than half of the votes are passed.

However, the city lord has the power to veto the decisions of the Council. In addition, all armed forces are directly under the jurisdiction of the city lord alone.”

Thomas Wade carefully considered the plan proposed by Cohen, and said after a long silence:

“Is this city lord to be held by Your Excellency?”

Cohen shook his head directly and said:

“I have no interest in it, but one of my women will serve as the city lord. As for the two deputy city lords, you can each rely on your own abilities.”

Thomas Wade and the 'Vegetable Farmer' looked at each other and sighed at the same time.

They have to accept it now. The armed forces are controlled by Ivan Petrov's confidants. The plan proposed by Cohen is the only way out for their 'Farmers' Association'.

If it can really be implemented according to this, it would not be a bad thing for the farmers and 'cultivators' of the city-state.

Hearing this unsurprising answer, Cohen snapped his fingers and said:

“Smart people!

Next, I will tell you how to hang those landlords, every pore dripping with blood and filth, on the street lamps and whip them hard!”