Blackstone Code

"Our warehouse was robbed?" Noel looked extremely surprised. He had no idea about this incident.

Lynch handed Noel a glass of juice and poured himself some wine. "This is not unusual; many people are struggling to survive and have stopped worrying about whether their actions are legal."

"The warehouse manager told me this morning that they found a smashed open ventilation duct in the warehouse we rent. We lost about a few hundred bucks' worth of goods. This is not a good sign."

Lynch's expression was calm as he spoke, and his tone showed no change, as if it were just an ordinary conversation.

"This time, they succeeded. If we don't stop them, there will be a next time."

"If they succeed again next time and we still fail to stop them, their desires will escalate. So we must find them before they cause more destructive behavior."

Lynch raised his glass and clinked it with Noel, who had just learned what had happened. After taking a sip, he said, "You need to keep an eye on these things for me and find them."

Originally, Lynch thought about asking the driver assigned by the residential compound's service company, Jack, as such a person would have a traceable background and couldn't easily escape. But after some thought, he gave up on this idea.

When he left the municipal office building earlier, the way people in the square looked at him made him feel a sense of danger. These people were no longer mere protesters; they were evolving into rioters.

What was even more frightening was that both the Progressive Party and the Conservative Party were responding to this situation with silence; they even intended to push it to an even more terrifying abyss and then rebuild from its ruins.

Impeaching the president might not succeed, but impeaching a tyrannical dictator who caused social unrest would be a sure bet.

In the coming months, the federation might experience its darkest moments, and he needed to be prepared.

Noel and the other kids ran around the streets every day, distributing flyers or collecting information from various shops. They had access to everything across the city and were exceptionally well-informed.

More importantly, Lynch trusted these people. This confidence came from his status as their "master." Without him, these people would be living in poverty. Only if he lived comfortably could they enjoy life.

After listening, Noel looked indignant. Honestly, Lynch treated them better than the News Head or even the orphanage people.

Not only did he give them a big luxurious house to live in, with each person having their own room, but he also provided them with salaries, without any deductions.

In the past, working under the News Head, they would only be able to secretly save about a hundred to two hundred bucks a year, facing the risk of being discovered. Plus, whenever the News Head got drunk, he would randomly beat them.

But now, everything was like a dream. Whether it was Noel or the others, none of them wanted their current life to change at all.

"I understand, sir. What should I do when I find those people?"

From Noel's face, Lynch sensed a murderous intent, a chilling gleam in his eyes, and the tone of his voice, reminiscent of that early morning.

Lynch remained calm. He placed his glass on the table and adjusted Noel's collar. "We are civilized people. Leave the fighting and killing to others. You need to understand, Noel."

"Killing someone personally is not a sign of courage or wisdom. It will only land you in trouble. You need to learn to use your advantages."

"Police, gang members, judges, and prisoners—they can all do it better than you and with less trouble."

He withdrew his hand. "Find them and then tell me who they are. I'll take care of the rest."

Noel nodded and quickly left. In less than half an hour, dozens of children began using their "professional skills" to gather information.

Later, Lynch received an unexpected phone call. It was from his mother.

This was an unavoidable issue because people cannot come into being out of thin air. The greatness of life lies in the process of creating life and the results of it. Lynch was one of those miraculous results.

Since graduating from high school, he had not been in touch with his family. Firstly, this was the culture of the Baylor Federation. Once children graduated from high school and didn't plan to take over the family business, they would move out and live independently, if they had a family business.

Secondly, his parents strongly opposed Lynch's decision to work while seeking educational opportunities with Katherine. They believed starting work immediately was the right choice. Ordinary people shouldn't have dreams; they should live practically.

Young people could never understand the words of those with little education and low academic degrees. They only believed in themselves until they realized some things couldn't be learned from books and classrooms.

Because of these two matters, they had rarely been in contact, and their relationship quickly became estranged due to busy lives and work.

There was once a survey on whether parents should be considered family members that shocked society. Most ordinary families who had established their own families and had children believed parents were family but not household members because they didn't live together.

This was the most realistic social phenomenon. Initially, people were shocked, thinking it was a sign of indifference in blood and affection. But after getting used to the shock, they gradually realized this was the most common way of life.

In the Baylor Federation, it was the norm for children to leave home and start their own lives and families after becoming adults. As a result, parents gradually became less involved in their lives. Though still family, they were no longer household members.

It was the same for Lynch. And in the future, when he had children, after they became independent, he too would become family outside the household.

It sounded tragic and bleak, but it was the same for everyone.

It was his mother who called; it seemed easier for her to smooth over the tension between him and his father that had long since disappeared.

"Your father lost his job. We heard you've been doing well recently…" Her voice was somewhat ingratiating, with none of the dominance and pressure Lynch remembered from his childhood.

Lynch walked to the sofa and sat down, pouring himself more wine. "Yes, I'm doing quite well now." Since he had taken over this body, enjoying its vitality and youth, he was willing to take some responsibility.

To gain something, one must inevitably pay a price; what is obtained without effort is never reliable.

Hearing this, his mother breathed a sigh of relief. "Maybe you can help your father. He's been going out to gatherings every day and coming back later and later. I'm worried something might happen to him."

Lynch's father was not yet fifty years old, still in his prime, which was a significant reason why it was difficult for them to live together. A household only needed one ruler, not two.

The gatherings outside weren't focused on legitimate issues. Most of the discussions revolved around how to secure higher wages from their bosses. Whether the factories would resume operations was of no concern to them.

Or they were rallying. After all, one person making a mistake could be singled out as an example, but when many people made the same mistake, they were more likely to be met with sympathy and forgiveness.

Lynch's mother worried her husband might end up on the news, so she called Lynch behind his back.

Sipping his wine, Lynch felt some unfamiliar memories slowly resurface. His father once wanted him to drop out of school and start working, not even allowing him to attend high school.

During those years, it was the peak of federal economic growth. As long as one was willing to work hard and could roll up their sleeves, money was there for the taking.

Compared to studying, working early to support the family seemed more practical, but Lynch refused and got beaten for it.

Fortunately, there were federal laws regarding basic education. After completing high school, he once again refused to comply with the job his father had arranged for him, sparking this cold war that lasted for over two years.

Thinking of this, he smiled faintly. "I'll go to see you tomorrow and discuss these matters."

Through the phone, Lynch could feel his mother's immense relief. "Thank God, that's wonderful. When will you come?"

Just as she said this, noisy slogans drowned out their conversation. She had called from a public phone booth, as most ordinary families did. They couldn't afford personal phones but could use phone booths.

After about a minute, the noise subsided. Lynch gave a time, during dinner, and told her to return home quickly. It was getting dark, and it was becoming more dangerous outside.

After hanging up, Lynch sat on the sofa, looking at the pitch-black sky outside the window. The city center had also plunged into darkness, with many neon lights in various districts no longer flickering. At this moment, the federation seemed darker than ever before.

Around two in the morning that night, Lynch was once again awakened by a phone call, this time from the service company of the residential compound. They asked Lynch if he was safe and if his house had been broken, which dispelled some of Lynch's sleepiness.

"What happened?" he asked.

The voice on the phone was heavy. "A gang of rioters just attacked one of the banks, using firearms. They were repelled by on-duty guards, and some fled in our direction."

"But rest assured, Mr. Lynch. All of our security guards are patrolling now. You can see them through the window at any time. We apologize for disturbing your rest…"Please vote for this novel at https://www.novelupdates.com/series/blackstone-code/There are advance chapters available nowAccess will be granted 24 hours after the donationTier 1: 7 Advance chapters Link

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