He was frustrated and speechless: "Those guys are all adults, but they can't sit still on the bench, like they've grown sores, chirping away. They're nothing like in the novels I read, where people yearn for knowledge, bow in reverence upon hearing they're being taught literacy, weep bitterly, and even offer themselves... Let's forget the last bit."

Three hours of real-life experience shattered the self-congratulatory spirit of many players.

"Hahahahaha..."

Brother Dao, who had spent some time in Southeast Asia and the Middle East, burst into laughter upon hearing this.

"Let me tell you, the fact that you weren't beaten to death by these Haitians shows how well we executed the strategy on our last mission, you know? If you want them to sit quietly in your class, you'll need to find another way."

"What do you mean?"

The alluring woman was displeased upon hearing this. They dare to hit him?

If anyone dared to make a move, he could instantly throw a knife and blow that guy's head off.

"Voodoo Gang."

Brother Dao mentioned this name.

"The Haitians here, rather than saying they're in a refugee camp, you could say they're organized into an enterprise group connected by blood relations, centered around the Voodoo Gang. Each individual is part of this enterprise, and anyone who tries to attack the Voodoo Gang faces collective retaliation from the Haitians."

"This time, thanks to the residents who risked their lives and conducted a four-day medical clinic to split the Voodoo Gang away from the Haitian community, branding Brigitte as a traitor to Haitians, it's the only reason they didn't directly target us."

"But now, with the Voodoo Gang crippled by us, many Haitians have been killed or wounded. Even though we're handling medical care and have more tasks ahead, the Haitians' primary sources of economic income have been cut off. In such a situation, do you think these adults will peacefully sit there for lessons? What about the meals they need every day? Where will they get money to buy them?"

The alluring woman looked even more troubled after hearing this. When accepting the task, they hadn't thought of all this. Some came simply for novelty, while others were looking for some downtime after fighting at the end of the version, not expecting such complications.

"So what to do? We can't just feed them, can we?"

With over a thousand Haitians, each needing food, even the cheapest vegetable protein bars would cost thousands of euros a day.

And why should they be the ones to pay?

"Look, I'll teach you guys a trick."

Brother Dao shook his head. The prerequisite for literacy is having enough to eat; Eastern Great took decades to achieve nationwide literacy and popularize education, it's not that easy.

"This kind of thing definitely can't be accomplished by you guys alone; you need help and need to change your method."

The alluring woman immediately leaned her head closer.

"Tell me in detail."

Brother Dao pointed a bit further away: "See the shabby state of the Haitian residential area over there?"

The Haitian residential area occupies a partially constructed mall and community as its center.

The mall is fine; no matter what it's like inside, at least the exterior renovation is completed, but the community is very run-down. Above three stories, there are only pillars; partition walls are made of color steel panels or plastic greenhouses, and it reeks.

"Bring in Red Barrel's small construction team, gather a bunch of people to find that big guy from the Voodoo Gang and the old Deng, let them, the former Haitian top leaders, pay you for construction, renovate and clean up the old residential areas."

"Then, use this money to recruit workers, and during the day, let them practice with equipment; change all the system text to Chinese, pay them some wages, and attend night school for literacy in the evening. Combining these various tasks will be a hundred times more effective than your current dry teaching."

The alluring woman was skeptical.

"How do I know this method will work? Plus, why would they listen to us? We've just robbed them of quite a bit. What if they don't have money?"

Brother Dao was utterly dismissive of this.

"You're dreaming, right? We only snatched the server and some equipment; haven't laid eyes on a dime in cash. If it's not with them, who else would have it?"

"And if they disagree, they disagree; we can find others to help, right? Didn't the few tycoons in the chemical lab want to start a beverage factory? Didn't the poor warrior want to set up a Kowloon Ice Room? Ask them for money!"

The smooth progress of events exceeded the alluring woman's expectations.

Not only did Michelle and his group promptly provide funds, but they also personally sent people to the residential area to persuade and recruit.

The old geezer looked nothing like a religious leader should, but seemed even more carefree than Placid.

On the first day, he conducted funerals for the deceased, comforted the families, and on the second day, organized manpower to distribute relief materials, counted the remaining industries of the Voodoo Gang, and managed over a thousand Haitians methodically.

Conversely, since that day, Placid hadn't spoken a word, brooding every day on the rooftop, looking pensively at the Haitians below.

"What are you thinking about?"

Under the noon sunshine, Michelle's buzz-cut hair, against his black skin, glowed white.

Placid clenched his fists: "You used me; it was the recordings you released that spread rumors around everyone, making Brigitte dissatisfied with me, pushing her to kill those doctors, just so that the company had an excuse to attack the Voodoo Gang..."

"Yes." Michelle spoke openly.

"But this is the only way out for the Haitians. That woman Brigitte wants to surpass the Black Wall and become an AI, such behavior would ultimately doom everyone."

"But you deceived me!"

Placid seemed like a furious lion, turning to grasp Michelle's collar with both hands, lifting him entirely off the ground—Neptune behind almost made a move on Placid but Michelle gestured to stop him.

Placid was Brigitte's right-hand man; without removing him, the subsequent actions would be much more challenging. With him rallying people, a large number of Haitians might side with Brigitte, making things much more complicated.

Lifted up, Michelle spoke one word at a time.

"Yes, we deceived you, but it's for Haiti, for everyone's future."

Placid was silent for a long time before slowly putting him down.

"Remember what you said today. Whether it's you or that company, if you breach your vow and harm the Haitians, I'll make sure you pay."

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