The Republic of China: A Letter of Appointment Creates the Most Powerful Warlord

"Haha, thank you for your kindness, Mr. Wells, but I don't think a title deed is necessary."

In the living room, Lu Shan smiled and pushed the deed back in front of him.

"This garrison was captured by our independence army. We don't need anything to prove it; it's ours now."

"If anyone disagrees, you can come and rob me. As long as you have more people and more guns than me, this land will be yours!"

"Oh, Mr. Lu is really young and energetic, full of courage!"

Wells' expression gradually changed, and his tone became less enthusiastic. He then put away the deed on the table, stood up and said goodbye.

"Since Mr. Lu doesn't need this deed, let's go first. We can talk again when we have time later."

As he spoke, the guy walked towards the door.

Before leaving the house, he paused again and turned back to remind him.

"By the way, Mr. Lu, the Feng family sold all their properties to us before they left. Since you've taken over this piece of land, consider it our welcome gift to the Independence Army."

"As for the other properties, we will complete the accounting and take over within 24 hours. We hope your troops will evacuate as soon as possible and not delay our opening for business!"

"What if I don't retreat?"

Lu Shan looked into his eyes and asked with a smile.

Deep down, he didn't want to make enemies with these foreigners right away, but the independence army no longer needed to look at the faces of others.

If he gave in to the foreigners today, Zhang Ye would probably get angry if he knew about it.

This is the territory of the Daxia people, and these foreigners are just trying to show off!

"Don't worry, Mr. Lu can think about it, or report it to the head of the headquarters. It's not a big deal, there's no need to start a fight over it!"

Wells maintained a polite smile, nodded slightly at him, and then left the office.

As they left, Lu Shan stood up and stood in front of the window, looking at the bustling street not far away, and sneered unconsciously.

"When there's no tiger in the mountain, the monkey becomes king. If I let you have a few days of peace and quiet, you won't even know your own name!"

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Shanghu, International Settlement.

Since the 1940s, vested officials have used various means to sign lease agreements with foreigners here. As time went on, the leased area expanded little by little. Until now, the concession has become the most outrageous and even ridiculous existence in Daxia.

Foreigners were autonomous, and various departments were set up within the concessions, which were completely outside the jurisdiction of Daxia.

In recent years, it has even become an existence above Daxia.

In Shanghai, no matter what crime you committed, as long as you ran into the foreign concession, it was equivalent to getting a golden ticket to immunity from death.

Within the concession, apart from the law enforcement departments set up by the foreigners themselves, no outside department dared to go in and arrest people, even if you knew the other person's address, no one dared to go in.

It was also because of this special factor that more and more people chose to buy houses and settle down in the concession. Even many gangs were funded by foreigners and ran rampant in Shanghai, opening gambling houses, brothels, and opium dens to make huge profits.

After all, with foreigners as their backers, local law enforcement agencies dared not take action at all. Even if they offended some big shot, they could just go into the concession to stay safe.

Since you won’t die anyway, who cares whether your business is legal or not?

Twelve noon, meeting room of the International Settlement Municipal Council.

The carefully decorated rooms are luxurious and elegant, with precious paintings and artworks hanging on the walls, soft carpets on the floor, and gorgeous crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. Every detail highlights the owner's identity and status.

At this moment, a group of foreigners with blond hair, blue eyes, high noses and deep eyes, dressed in exquisitely tailored suits or dresses made of fine fabrics, sat elegantly on comfortable sofas, gently shaking crystal clear high-heeled glasses in their hands.

Wells, who had just returned from the outside world, was a little stunned when he saw so many people gathered in the room.

He didn't expect that the independence army's entry into the city would cause such a huge chain reaction, and some leaders who had been recuperating at home for many years would all show up.

"Hey Wells, how's the conversation going? The Independence Army should be excited about our olive branch, right?"

Beside the long table, a middle-aged man in his forties, with his blond hair combed meticulously, was smoking a cigar and smiling confidently.

"Although they drove off Feng's troops, I don't think that means anything. Did you see that guy named Zhang Ye?"

These two questions in a row instantly attracted everyone's attention, and made Wells, who had not yet sat down, speechless and unsure how to respond.

Before going, he had the same idea, thinking that the Independence Army should not refuse the support of the Eagle Sauce. After all, with the current developments in Daxia, it would be very difficult to support hundreds of thousands of troops without the assistance of external forces.

But even in this situation, when everyone thought the other party would agree to cooperate in negotiations, Lu Shan gave them a small rejection.

Although this was just a general's refusal, Wells believed that without Zhang Ye's order, they would never dare to easily refuse such a major event.

From this we can see that the current independence army either already has its own supply channels or has defected to other countries in advance.

Wells was more inclined to the latter. He felt that Zhang Ye came from the Duan faction and was loved by many generals before he became independent. Perhaps at that time, he already had an unspeakable secret with the forces behind the Duan faction.

But there is one thing that doesn't make sense. If both sides are supported by the same force, why does Zhang Ye want to be independent?

The forces behind the scenes can definitely support him to become the next leader of the Duan family. Wouldn't it be easier to handle this way?

"Wells? What's wrong with you? You look so distracted!"

Everyone in the conference room waited for a long time without hearing an answer, and then they couldn't wait to ask.

"Could it be that they refused?"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's eyes flashed with surprise and confusion, thinking that this should be impossible.

Among the current warlords of Daxia, no one should be able to refuse the conditions they offer.

After all, the superiors invested a huge amount of money and weapons this time, which was several times more than when they tried to win over the Feng faction.

How could anyone choose to refuse such a huge fortune that is comparable to a mountain of gold!

“It’s not a clear rejection, but the result isn’t very good either.”

Wells raised his head and glanced at everyone's puzzled faces, explaining softly.

"Their attitude is a bit tough, and Zhang Ye is not at the base. He must be staying in Donglu Qizhou and not coming here."

"As for the land deeds left behind by the Feng Clan, the Independence Army generals believe that the land was originally theirs and does not require any written evidence to prove it. Furthermore, they do not seem to intend to return the property left behind by the Feng Clan."