Life in North America, you call this an autopsy officer?!

Centralization, controlling media expression, as long as there is no one deliberately causing trouble, these are minor issues.

However, there was one thing that troubled Brian more.

..

Putting down the investigation report in his hands, Brian glanced at another document beside him and frowned slightly.

It was a notice from Congress, requesting his attendance at a hearing.

But that was not what troubled him.

The Congress hearing had been sent when he had destroyed the Abak family.

As previously mentioned,

this was actually a demand for him to take sides and pay tribute.

Once he took sides, the hearing would just be a formality, a mere gesture.

If he did not align himself, Brian would be opposed by both parties.

This notice was not only sent to Brian.

Essentially, during a period of turmoil, those high up in power all received this notice.

It was also a probe from Congress.

Whoever disobeyed would be eliminated.

They could allow changes in power but would not allow the Federation to be divided.

Because of the existence of the dragon, Brian didn't want to cause instability throughout the Federation, so he had people follow the former alignment of Los Angeles to initiate contact and negotiations early on.

The results were far from ideal.

Those people were too greedy.

Their greed was practically intentional provocation.

It seemed that the previous stability had made those third-rank lives less intimidating than Brian had expected.

The other city powers in California probably also received some hints.

In any case, Brian had previously sent invitations to all the families in California, and only a few powers near Los Angeles County responded.

Those who came had an ambiguous attitude and were in a wait-and-see position.

For this reason, after over half a month, Brian's influence had still stopped at the greater Los Angeles metropolitan area, rather than the whole of California as he initially envisioned.

"This piece of meat is too big, so some daring clowns are not surprising..."

Brian contemplated this thoughtfully.

After a long while,

he shook his head and decided to temporarily give up the idea of expanding his power.

As long as those hyenas didn't take action to sanction Los Angeles County, he would let those people jump around for now.

..

Ding-a-ling~

Just then, the phone on the office desk rang.

Brian picked up the phone, "What is it, Linda."

"Boss, someone else wants to visit you, a person from the Texas Farmers Association," whispered Linda, his secretary.

"Texas?"

Brian couldn't remember having any contact with those rednecks.

After thinking it through,

he still allowed Linda to grant entry.

A moment later,

under Linda's guidance, a large man, nearly two and a half meters tall, entered the office.

Upon seeing Brian, the burly man showed a somewhat fierce smile, bowed slightly, and said respectfully, "Greetings to you, ruler of Los Angeles County, Lord Disaster; I am Kabir from the Texas Farmers Association. I have come to represent the association in discussing some cooperative matters with you."

Feeling the other's powerful biological force field, Brian nodded slightly, "I don't recall having any connection with the Farmers Association. What is it you wish to collaborate on?"

The burly Kabir shook his head, pulling out a blood-red fruit from his pocket, "Lord Disaster, we have actually been cooperating; the largest distributors of Blood Fruit are we. But due to severe shortages in your company's production capacity, the association sent me to discuss a new partnership with you."

Tap tap~

Brian tapped on the table, a hint of amusement in his eyes, "Go on."

Kabir didn't directly state the content of the cooperation but instead looked up earnestly, sizing up Brian before slowly saying:

"Actually, we're here to save you, Lord Disaster.

The pie of Los Angeles County is too big.

California has just over thirty million people, with more than a third concentrated here, and its economy ranks among the top ten globally.

The Liki family, who previously possessed the Book of Death, could not swallow this power alone either; they had to rely on marriages and joining the Holy Council to share benefits in order to maintain their rule, but.."

He glanced at Brian's expression, seeing no change, and then continued sternly, "But your approach, while ostensibly not plundering too much from other powers, has in fact overturned all the previous benefit chains linked to external forces in Los Angeles County, and those who hoard to themselves often face resistance; plus, we have received word that the Church is also displeased due to issues with the Rebirth Sect.."

Seeing that Brian still made no comment, Kabir had to reveal his cards:

"The Federation, Europe, and the Church.. you have offended them all.

If this continues, Lord Brian, you may well face resistance from the upper tiers across the entire Western World.

However, our Farmers Association is different. As long as you are willing to share the manufacturing methods for Blood Fruit, our entire Texas and our backers will stand with you. We, will be your new network of relationships."

"So, after all this talk, it's essentially the people behind you wanting to plunder my Blood Fruit business?" inquired Brian curiously, "I believe you're aware that I just crushed two Third Rank Lives recently; I'm very curious, where did you get the courage to speak up?"

He smiled insincerely, making it challenging for Kabir, the tall and burly man.

Kabir swallowed hard, quickly saying:

"Lord Brian, please don't misunderstand!

We are absolutely not threatening you but negotiating!"

"If you are unwilling, that's fine, but we have received a message that because you have been unwilling to comply with the demands from Congress, they are preparing to join forces with the Holy Council and all the powers within the Church to blacklist you. When that happens, you won't be able to obtain or sell any of your resources."

"Blacklist..."

Brian sighed, "Isn't there any new tactic?"

He waved his hand.

"You're called Kabir, right?

Given the warning, you can leave now.

Oh,

Tell your leader to do me a favor."

Upon hearing this, Kabir realized his purpose for coming was hopeless.

However, he did not show any superfluous attitude and continued respectfully, "Please, speak, Your Excellency."

"It's no trouble," Brian said, tapping on his keyboard. After compiling a message and clicking send, he continued to Kabir, "Ask your leader to raise more livestock for me and then deliver them here on a fixed schedule for slaughter."

"Ah?"

Kabir looked at Brian, slightly confused.

Wait.

Were we just discussing livestock?

Without further explanation, Brian waved his hand, indicating for Kabir to leave.

...

Confused, Kabir staggered out of Brian's office.

He went downstairs.

Reaching his heavily armored vehicle, he took out his encrypted phone and called the Sect leader, relaying to him the details of what had been discussed with Brian.

The main point was the matter of the livestock that Brian mentioned.

Just as he was explaining, a cold voice came through the phone, "Kabir, enough with the nonsense. I've already received the email. That bastard… never mind, just come back. Don't worry about the Los Angeles County business anymore."

"Sect leader, but the Blood Fruit..."

"I told you to come back immediately, can't you understand?"

Snap—

With an inexplicable roar, the call ended.

Kabir, already bewildered, was even more confused.

Email?

What email?

And what about being told to return?

Before setting off, the Sect leader had confidently said that they could secure the Blood Fruit industry and told him not to feel pressured, preparing to stay in Los Angeles for a long time.

Why, after just the first meeting, was he being told to return?

Abandon such a major industry chain?

After much thought, Kabir scratched his somewhat itchy head and started the car.

Forget it.

Such matters of these higher-ups don't concern him.

Just go back.

...

The reaction of Kabir's superior was not an isolated case.

Almost at the same time.

Leaders and influential figures throughout the Western World received the same email.

The sender of the email was Brian.

The content was straightforward:

[I am Brian.

Of course, you can also call me Disaster.

You may have heard my name.

This is a warning email.

If anyone tries to mess with me, I will personally take action, physically destroying every participant involved, including their personnel from top to bottom and their families, even their pets.

Believe me.

As an Autopsy Officer with many years of experience, I am very patient.

--Brian]

It can be said that after receiving this email, whether people had intentions on Los Angeles or not, they were all stunned.

Trying to mess with me with a mere three, and now facing a full house?

Can't we be reasonable?

...

Brian didn't care about their reactions.

What era are we in to still play with sanctions?

You dare sanction, I dare to be shameless!

Comparing shamelessness?

I am more shameless than any of you!

As someone who has personally crushed two Third Rank Lives, Brian believed they would cherish their lives.