Miss Beautiful C.E.O and her system

The two women continued to bicker until Tang Ziyi yawned. Xiao Yue knew when to stop and went out to discuss further arrangements with the militias.

After tonight's victory, nothing could stop their efforts to secure future seeds. The future looked promising and stable. As long as the militia didn't seek death, the self-autonomy of the vast region was assured.

Naturally, Xiao Yue wouldn't stop there. She needed the militia to encroach further into surrounding territories in order to secure sufficient distance for a defense-in-depth strategy.

Based on the presence of government forces, ISIS, and other militants, the militia could easily deal with them, even without her group's assistance, once the weapons factory and self-sustaining logistical infrastructure had been built and a complete system established.

But that wasn't enough because Xiao Yue knew, based on regional history, that no nation desired the growth of such a united ethnic group.

They all knew and understood that they had taken others' native territories by force. The excuse that they were "just a minority" was insufficient.

Besides, what ethnic population of over fifty million would be content remaining a minority? Unless oppressed, who wouldn't desire their own motherland?

So regardless of her opinion, the militia wouldn't stop with their achievements. Even if they did, none of the neighboring states would believe their statements. Do or don't—it didn't matter here.

To preserve peace was to have the strength to deal with everything.

After Xiao Yue left, Tang Ziyi leaned back, too lazy to change her clothes. She really wanted to sleep.

Just a moment. She just wanted to close her eyes and rest mentally. After all, it had been exhausting ensuring none of the militia commandos got hurt, especially Ahmin.

When facing the juggernaut, Tang Ziyi admitted she had definitely been stressed.

And thinking about planning a quick trip to Country A via submarine gave her a headache.

Though it wasn't difficult, she was entering illegally, right? Never mind. She didn't think much about it, much less the preparations occupying Xiao Yue's mind.

Of course, Tang Ziyi understood some of the realities and messes of regional geopolitics, but since Xiao Yue had taken responsibility as her wife, she didn't need to consider too much and could trust her.

In the following days, Tang Ziyi took a well-deserved rest, moving around and helping train soldiers.

More women from nearby areas volunteered to join, increasing the manpower. Even some men expressed interest.

As for that, the higher-ups held discussions on whether to expand or remain pure. Tang Ziyi and Xiao Yue couldn't intervene in their politics. Both choices had their own advantages, disadvantages, and future power struggles.

Tang Ziyi also assisted in managing the layout and setup of factories for weapons and other logistical needs so that the community could become self-sufficient.

In this modern world, no party was truly self-sufficient because the feat was simply impossible. Here, likewise, even the communication and internet channels relied on Ling Qingyu's satellites and Athena's support.

In addition, she asked Ahmin about the interrogation results from the captured general, only to receive a regretful shake of the head.

Considering the issue of solving everything at the root, Tang Ziyi insisted on her own methods and drove away all militia personnel, retaining only Spirit Fox operators.

After some hesitation, Ahmin agreed to give them space, properly wary of Tang Ziyi's overwhelming strength becoming uncontrollable.

Not that Commander Ahmin had suddenly developed mercy toward her enemies, but she felt they could extract more value from him by keeping him locked up longer.

Unknown to Ahmin and her puzzled friends, Tang Ziyi really went straight into action. Outside, Ahmin's group grimaced as they listened to painful moans and screams, as if someone's livelihood was being held hostage.

They dared not imagine what Tang Ziyi was doing.

In fact, Tang Ziyi merely administered a few punches to create panda eyes and bloodshot bruises so she would have something to explain later.

Then she pressed several pain-acupuncture points to torture the general before nodding at the nearby Spirit Fox operator, who took out a syringe and drove the needle straight into his neck.

That was the howl Ahmin's group heard, causing them to shiver.

Tang Ziyi still resorted to reducing the general's consciousness to a dazed state, rendering any coherent thought nearly motionless.

The injection was a truth serum she had previously tested on Ms. Murong back home. The initial punches and blows were meant to stupefy the general so he wouldn't notice what she did next. As for the bloodshot injuries, they served as evidence for Ahmin.

The truth serum absolutely could not be exposed to anyone outside her own confidantes.

She gestured to the operator that everything was ready.

Henceforth, the groggy general's appearance caused several eyelids to twitch when Ahmin and her subordinates entered.

They couldn't imagine the friendly Tang Ziyi being so ruthless during an interrogation. The tragic sight and smell left everyone speechless.

"Ask whatever you want." Tang Ziyi shrugged.

"You didn't ask him any questions."

"I don't understand the language, right? The best I can help with is setting the stage. Please, his current state of mind will answer every detail you want to know. Go ahead. Don't thank me."

Tang Ziyi patted Ahmin's shoulder and left the scene with her fellow operators.

Ahmin: "..."

Her subordinates: "..."

Suddenly, they felt a pang of sympathy for the interrogated general.

Even if the man wanted to answer, he had suffered for nothing and still hadn't been asked a single question.

Alas, why hadn't he spoken sooner instead of suffering like this?

However, such thoughts dissipated once they began asking questions.

The general answered everything in a daze, from weird nonessential facts to crucial intelligence that affected the survival of the militia.

Particularly alarming were the undercover groups operating inside territories controlled by their ethnic army. Every single detail chilled everyone's hearts.

They had never expected there to be so many traitors waiting for an opportunity to overturn everything once they fell.

They had suffered from similar treacherous actions in the past, which was the reason they had lost the lands they once controlled and had only recently regained.

And to hear from the general's mouth that farther inland, there were still groups conspiring to ruin their true goal of establishing their own self-determined administrative region...

The revelation left everyone uneasy.

Sure, despite their large population, the regions they inhabited were not monolithic. Other ethnicities lived there as well. Certainly, some disputes and clashes existed, but learning that a few groups were already holding swords at their necks without them noticing sparked immediate concern.

Recording everything, Ahmin continued the interrogation. Everyone had already forgotten Tang Ziyi's ruthlessness, as if it had never existed.

After all, in the face of survival, what were human rights and regulations?

For the strong, showing mercy and abiding by rules to express benevolence was a choice, not an obligation. Nor would they morally shackle themselves and create loopholes for enemies to exploit.

The group also obtained other important intelligence regarding frontline logistics hubs and supply networks.

Ahmin's darkened face surprised Tang Ziyi but she didn't pry much. If Ahmin wanted, she would have spoken.

Of course, Tang Ziyi wasn't generous to solely abide by social cues. She had Athena to translate and compile a summary report later.