Workers' Union Tavern.

It was clear that the time was approaching the hottest time of the day, but the door of the tavern was tightly closed, and there were even guards at the door, and it didn't look like it was open at all.

Of course, it is true that today's taverns are not open for business.

In the midst of waves of uninformed drinkers being driven away by the guards, a handful of gang members who were eligible to participate in tonight's voting meeting were cleared and entered the tavern.

Makarov and Burton, together with a dozen or so companions, came to the door of the tavern, and after some arguments, passed the guards and entered the tavern as they wished.

Inside the tavern.

The glow of a gas lamp divides the vast space into areas of light and dark.

In the dim outer area, dozens of people sat sparsely, faintly divided into several groups.

They were all older and ordinary members of the "Workers' Union" party, and they rarely interacted with each other, and they were all watching the brightly lit center.

As can be seen from the choice of seats, their ideas are not completely unified.

That's for sure.

The "Workers' League" was forcibly put together by Valilla during the "instigator" stage, relying on extraordinary ability to adapt to the situation - from the very beginning, it had internal divisive tendencies.

Of course, after Makarov and Mark's successive and different philosophies, the gang's divisive tendencies have now been eliminated, and the remaining differences are basically inevitable conflicts of interest.

The tavern door opens.

As everyone turned their heads with different expressions, Makarov and his party walked in and approached the long table in the center.

As his eyes swept over, what Makarov saw was that there were all kinds of expressions on familiar faces, such as surprise, jealousy, or indifference.

There were six people sitting at the long table, the main leaders of the "Workers' Union" party, and behind them stood two or three small leaders of each of them.

"I guess I'm still qualified to sit here, right?"

Although Makarov used a question, he did not hesitate at all, and before the six of them could answer, he pulled out a chair and sat down.

Someone folded their arms;

Some frowned deeper;

Some people also smiled and played a round after glancing at Burton and the others.

"Of course," said the red-haired Kirk, "as the first leader of our party, even if you quit on your own initiative, we still remember you.

"You can come and observe this voting meeting, we haven't had time to welcome it."

The veteran Kirk is one of the three strong contenders for the leadership position, so naturally he doesn't want anyone to stir up the situation, but Makarov still has a considerable degree of influence in the gang, and his reaction is not too fierce, so he has to use words to block softly.

"Welcome."

"Welcome."

After the other two strong contenders also gave a hard welcome, the other three chimed in.

Makarov smiled and waved his hand, and said:

"Hehe, I'm not here to sit in on the vote.

"I'm here for one purpose, and that is to lead the 'Workers' Union Party' and make it great again!"

[In view of the general environment,

These two sentences caused a lot of echoes among the people in the dim area.

Behind Makarov, Burton whispered a few words to a young man with brown complexion, Kim Plant, and arranged for his companions who had entered the tavern to sit in a dimly lit area, while he remained where he was.

The original six people at the long table looked at each other for a moment, and found that no one dared to be the first to speak out against this situation.

After a few seconds of silence, Makarov spoke again, before the little leaders could speak, and said:

"Very well, no one objected, and it seems that everyone does remember me.

"Then I'll tell you about my thoughts and plans......

What Makarov said was mainly Mr. Lexa's "solidarity struggle", but also added some "self-criticism" and personal understanding of Miss Valera...... It was the result of his and Burton's efforts to communicate.

In summary, the core idea is:

Help and unite the disadvantaged working class to fight for more comfortable treatment by means of moderate resistance.

In this way, all people can live a better life.

Makarov's voice was steady and high, because he knew very well that what he wanted to win was not the support of the six people at the table, nor the dozen or so small leaders behind them, but the dozens of people further out.

At first, no one cared about his statement, and no one rashly interrupted, but when the voices echoing from the periphery became louder and louder, the six leaders at the table couldn't sit still.

They don't want to interrupt directly, so they start asking frequent questions and pulling the topic as a distraction.

One against six, three against ten.

The voice of Makarov's side inevitably fell into a disadvantage, exhausted, and the main idea was gradually suppressed, and it no longer had the initial effect.

After the joint force pulled back the direction of the meeting, Kirk and the others continued the interrupted process, and began to argue and compromise again, and the speed of electing a new leader was even faster than before.

In contrast, Makarov and Burton began to pay distracted attention to the tavern door, expecting a gentleman to arrive.

……

Shortly after the gas lamps on both sides of the street were lit, Valeera made her way to the docks.

Of course, at this time, she had already used the "Lost Mask" to restore her appearance as a man, wearing a linen shirt and a cotton jacket, looking like a relatively well-paid worker-

This is her image in the "Instigator stage", the image of the bounty hunter Lexa in the eyes of the workers of the East End.

"Stop, the 'Workers' Union Party' is on discussion, the tavern is not open."

Seeing Valera approaching all the way, the gang members who were guarding the gate of the tavern immediately shouted a loud reminder.

He thinks that's enough.

After more than half a year of precipitation, the "Workers' Alliance Party" has now established a solid position in the docklands, and its name is loud enough.

"Huh."

Valera chuckled, not bothering the guards to leave, nor bothering to explain her identity, and her pace of progress did not slow down in the slightest.

"Look for death!"

Sensing the presumptuous attitude of the intruders, several guards unleashed obvious malice and confronted the intruders head-on.

A strange scene appeared.

The intruder walked past the oncoming guard as if they were walking, without any extra movements, and passed through the barrier, as if they were trying to stop the invisible person behind the intruder.

Peng.

By the time several of the guards advanced and crashed to the ground, Valilla had already pushed open the door of the tavern and joined the voting meeting of the "Workers' League".

Her presence caused an uproar in the tavern.