The young man, easily impulsive and with a bad temper, who was repairing the vehicle's drive shaft, realized the police were approaching as soon as he received the warning. Instead of crawling out from the side where the police were coming, he chose the other side.

But he was still a bit too slow, and the short Akumal's warning came a bit late. Just as he ran out without having a chance to escape, he was seized by several policemen.

He struggled fiercely, almost breaking free from the police's grasp. Several policemen together tackled him to the ground, a group became entangled and rolled into a mess. Ultimately, the impulsive and hot-tempered young official could not overcome those policemen and was handcuffed, causing him to stop struggling.

Once handcuffs are on, struggling is only doing oneself a disservice. Whether the police are from a civilized society or a barbaric one, they always have many ways to use handcuffs that make life feel like death.

So he stopped resisting, but because he had struggled before, the disheveled policemen were unwilling to let him go.

The policemen took out rubber batons and started beating him forcefully. The rubber batons have a thick layer of rubber outside, making it difficult to cause irreparable injury, yet they hit with extra force.

At this point, Akumal quickly intervened, pushing these policemen away. He couldn't sit back any longer since he was the local Youth Party leader and had to protect the impulsive and hot-tempered young man.

In this instant, many explanations flashed through his mind, but he chose the most unexpected one, "We are employees of foreigners, you can't do this!"

The policemen, who had been somewhat aggressive, stopped abruptly upon hearing they were employees of foreigners, then they calmed down.

Perhaps the bottom level of this city and even the entire Province aren't well-acquainted with "Mr. Lynch" and his "deeds," but most policemen know about him, and their attitude changed drastically.

One leading policeman attached the rubber baton back to his waist, tidied his clothes, and brushed off the dust. He glanced sideways at the impulsive and hot-tempered young man, who was bruised within seconds of being beaten, and shouted, "The person behind you planned the recent large protest here, which the Mayor and the Director personally instructed to capture as a key offender!"

Akumal, who was short, was momentarily stunned, unsure of what expression to make as he glanced at the impulsive and hot-tempered official behind him, who was also stunned, as if questioning, "How the hell did you get exposed?"

Whether initiating a large protest or organizing other movements, the Youth Party already had a complete plan. Simply put, orders were passed down layer by layer from the top using one-on-one communication.

For example, Akumal arranged for the impulsive hot-tempered official to take charge of this matter, he wouldn't tell anyone who was in charge, or even discuss the matter before it happened.

And this official would find several contacts, telling them a time, place, and what to do, without personally contacting further down the chain. Each person has a list of contacts below them but not above, preventing the entire group from being apprehended if one small fry gets caught.

Even so, the impulsive official was exposed and caught.

Lately, there hasn't been any news related to the Youth Party, and no facts indicate the authorities have found any important clues to pursue the Youth Party's actions.

This can only mean that he himself leaked his identity, and thinking of his flamboyant personality, Akumal felt exhausted.

He remained silent for a while, then stepped aside and whispered, "I will try to get you out as soon as possible. Don't resist, just go along with it for now."

A glint of hatred flashed across the impulsive and hot-tempered official's face. He nodded and stopped resisting, allowing the police to take him away.

By this point, he already knew who had betrayed him, aware that it could only be someone among his team apart from the short Akumal, possibly one of his subordinates or a close friend.

Calling them close friends is a bit like saying neighbors, having grown up together since childhood.

In Nagariel, due to certain social dynamics, relationships between neighbors can be very close, as life is simple, and without someone to rely on, it becomes even harder.

Plus, the naive nature of children easily leads to close bonds, as good as brothers.

Later, he was developed into an official within the Youth Party while his childhood friend continued to aimlessly wander around.

He once wanted to bring this childhood friend into the Youth Party, but according to the Youth Party's member development rules, his friend wasn't suitable to become an organization member, so he had to give up.

This time, during a chat with his friend, he couldn't resist complimenting his current status and what he planned to do.

This kind of boasting to satisfy one's vanity before a close friend, to show that he was doing well, never expected that this boasting would lead such a trusted friend of over twenty years to betray him...

Watching the official being taken away, Akumal's head throbbed painfully. He punched the side panel of the truck, the pain making him gasp for air, unable to find any solution in his tangled mind.

Previously, when the Nagariel Youth Party wasn't deemed illegal, he might have found some solutions, since the matters were trivial and money could fix them.

Back then the police were easy to negotiate with — a bit of money, and they'd give the impulsive official some vague charge and release him after a few lashes.

It's not possible now. The Nagariel Youth Party is an illegal organization, and bribing the police isn't out of the question, but the risks are significant, and there's a high chance of exposing more comrades.

We can't bribe the police, and the upper Youth Party institutions are probably also at a loss to find a way to help them, essentially making this issue unsolvable.

The police just mentioned that these were people the mayor and the police station director specifically wanted arrested, meaning that unless he can present someone with status higher than the mayor, the situation with the impulsive official won't change, and no one else can help. He has no way out!

After much deliberation, he thought about whether he could make a move from the transport team side. When the police were beating his comrades, he mentioned they were all employees of foreigners, and the police stopped what they were doing. This shows that foreigners still have considerable influence over the police, and perhaps the team leader has a solution.

He quickly found the team leader, a foreigner from the Federation named Cook.

Cook was also transferred over from the Federation by Lynch, and the transportation team in Sabin City won't see any overall changes, continuing under new management.

People like Cook, the veterans, were all transferred over by Lynch.

Don't think that working abroad, especially in a backward country, is tough; the happiness of people like Cook is unimaginable to those who are unwilling to go abroad from their home country.

Their monthly salary is about equal to that of ten to twenty local Nagariel people—besides the base salary, there are high bonuses, allowing every technical worker from the Federation to earn more than three hundred and fifty dollars, with plenty left over.

With such a salary, they can live very comfortably locally, and if they don't mind the possible scent of the locals, they can spend a wonderful night with a different young girl every night, and still save quite a bit of money!

This has also led to the technical industry related to Nagariel and the girls flourishing at a frightening pace!

Cook knows Akumal, this short, broad-browed young man, and has a good impression of him because he works diligently and knows how to be grateful, which is reassuring.

Upon hearing about these matters, Cook initially didn't want to interfere. He's just the captain of the transport team, only responsible for handling transport logistics, and doesn't want to involve himself excessively in local conflicts.

However, Akumal kept pleading, and Cook, not being a bad person and somewhat soft-hearted, eventually decided to help Akumal ask around.

This issue wasn't something he could decide on his own; he'd need to ask Lynch's opinion. If Lynch agreed to intervene, it would only take a phone call.

If Lynch said that interfering wasn't convenient, Cook could easily turn down Akumal, who kept imploring him.

Before long, Lynch received a call from Cook.

"I heard that the people in your transport team have been having quite a wild time recently, and you even mentioned wanting to marry a bunch of wives, right?" Lynch's voice carried a familiar teasing tone.

This gave Cook and some of the earliest people who followed him a peculiar feeling; Lynch wasn't like other bosses who forget about their old buddies once they have money.

He's like a friend to everyone, joking around and showing genuine concern for their lives, which creates a comfortable relationship that makes everyone grateful to Lynch in their hearts and willing to work for him.

Cook's face turned a bit red. He hadn't married in the Federation, he didn't own a house, and at thirty, he was still living with his single mother.

Many girls lost interest in even meeting him after learning about his family situation, and even the one or two girlfriends he had before quickly broke up with him.

No one could tolerate such a situation; someone like Cook's situation in the Federation is considered a "severe problem family," and girls weren't willing to get into such trouble.

This has made Cook very happy here; he doesn't have any burdens.

They organize various parties, and the Nagariel girls are not only young and beautiful, but their slightly darker skin is also more delicate than that of the girls from the Federation.

These girls are easily satisfied, unlike the girls from the Federation, whose appetites you could never satisfy.

Being a wealthy man in Nagariel means being a real man, enjoying everything he should.

Cook, being no spring chicken himself, plans to marry two or three wives locally, unexpectedly mentioning this offhand to others, which Lynch found out and teased him about.

"Boss... you've really put me in a spot now!"

He complained with a smile on his face.

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