When Setsuna and the Dylandy Brothers returned to the transport ship with Masoud Rachmadi, they found Yang Hui already awake, sitting on the sofa and waiting for their return.
"Well, after a nap, I feel much better," Yang Hui waved his hand to indicate he was fine. Although his complexion was still a bit pale, it was no problem for him to pilot the Gundam Rasiel without engaging in high-intensity combat.
"Don't push yourself too hard, Myer."
"That's right, sometimes you can rely on us."
"Haha, I didn't know you guys were so reliable!"
"Shut up!" X2
Yang Hui enjoyed this feeling, everyone united, striving towards a common goal, joking with each other, filled with joy, passion, and warmth.
After exchanging a few playful remarks, Yang Hui turned to Masoud Rachmadi, "Nice to meet you, Rachmadi. You can call me Myer."
"…You are the commander of the Celestial Being forces? You look so young."
"Age is not a measure of ambition. If you don't seize the opportunity while you're young, you won't have a chance when you're old."
"…" Masoud Rachmadi fell silent. At that moment, facing Yang Hui, he felt he was not dealing with a young man but rather an old sage. Beneath the carefree exterior lay an extraordinary composure.
"What exactly is your purpose?"
"Guess."
"..." Masoud Rachmadi stared at Yang Hui, trying to glean something from his expression, but unfortunately, Yang Hui concealed his thoughts perfectly.
His confusion was shared by a few people in the world: what exactly did Celestial Being intend to do?
Most people might view Celestial Being's actions as those of terrorists or perhaps as heroic figures, but… what lay hidden beneath all these appearances… what was it really?
Using force to eradicate force is one of the greatest contradictions in the world; it is fundamentally impossible to achieve.
Conflicts arise for many reasons, from national interests to trivial disputes. As long as there are people, conflicts cannot be eradicated.
Moreover, their actions were filled with an incomprehensible madness, as if they were walking down a path of self-destruction, channeling all hatred into… into…
"Wait! You!" Masoud Rachmadi suddenly thought of something, looking at Yang Hui in disbelief.
"Impressive, Rachmadi," Yang Hui smiled, not answering directly.
Should one say that age brings wisdom? It was no surprise that someone who could deliberately stand against his own country for the sake of stability could guess a few things.
"But you all…"
"Rachmadi." Masoud Rachmadi wanted to say more, but Yang Hui interrupted him, "Knowing too much can be very dangerous." Yang Hui smirked.
He had only guessed, and Yang Hui would not say anything. This world was not short of clever people; he even suspected that the think tanks of various countries might have already guessed their first phase's purpose, but due to various factors, peaceful coexistence with Celestial Being was impossible.
But guessing was one thing; stating it outright was another.
"..." Masoud Rachmadi looked at Yang Hui. He knew he might have uncovered the truth, and Yang Hui's attitude had already proven everything.
But… so what if he guessed? If he could guess, could others not? If he spoke out, how many would believe him? Was there any evidence to prove it? Should he even say it?
"…I am not as good as you all." At that moment, Masoud Rachmadi thought of himself and Marina. Both were willing to sacrifice everything for their country, but compared to the young men present, their vision was too narrow.
"Alright, Rachmadi, please rest for now. Setsuna will take you back later," Yang Hui stood up, preparing to take Rachmadi to a room to rest. But as he passed by him, he whispered, "I hope Rachmadi understands what should be said and what should not."
"…Okay." Masoud Rachmadi nodded in agreement. He was well aware of what his knowledge represented, and right now, Azadistan needed stability; it could not withstand any more turmoil.
After sending Masoud Rachmadi to rest, Yang Hui returned to sit in front of the three, noticing their hesitant expressions. He smiled, "Feel free to ask whatever you want, but I may not necessarily answer."
"Myer, is there something we should know but don't?" Neil asked seriously, as their earlier conversation had sparked a lingering doubt in his mind.
"Is this considered probing for secrets?"
"Secrets… let's skip that. I believe Myer won't harm us." Upon hearing "secrets," Neil stopped pressing. If it were someone else, he might have pointed a gun at them to extract information, but not with Yang Hui.
"Good to know; all that effort teaching you wasn't wasted." Yang Hui said teasingly.
"Myer, you must be younger than us, right?" The Dylandy Brothers covered their faces in frustration. He was just a young man in his twenties, yet he acted like an old man!
"You all can't beat me, not even together."
"Not anymore, brother, my fists are hard now."
"I support you, go for it!"
"Wait! I'm still sick…"
"What are you waiting for? Get him!"
Watching Yang Hui and the Dylandy Brothers turn into a ruckus, Setsuna chose not to join in and left with a hint of melancholy.
After Setsuna left, the three stopped their antics, gazing in the direction Setsuna had gone.
"Is he having another episode?" Yang Hui asked.
"…He probably can't find his direction anymore," Lyle shrugged, recounting the earlier battle with Sachez to Myer.
"I see, that little brat really is a handful." Yang Hui shook his head with a wry smile and walked outside.
"By the way, Myer," Lyle called out to the departing Myer.
"What is it?"
"We did give him a chance; it's just that he didn't cherish it." Lyle reminded him.
"Why tell me? As long as you don't mess up, do whatever you want. Besides… I also want to kill that bastard Sachez."
After Yang Hui left, the Dylandy Brothers snapped out of their daze, exchanging glances and shaking their heads with bitter smiles. They felt an unprecedented pressure at that moment.
"Brother, it seems we really need to be tougher on ourselves; otherwise, we won't be able to compete."
"Yeah, but I suddenly feel a bit sorry for Ali Al-Sachez. He's actually being targeted by Myer-San; this is… what do they call it… an elderly person eating poison?"
"Who knows? I don't understand the Human Reform League's sayings, but brother, for Mom and Dad, and little Amy, we can't afford to lose."
"That's right, Sachez… can only die at our hands!"
As the words fell, a chill lingered in the quiet room, and fierce flames flickered in their eyes.
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