Sweating profusely!

Mr. Herbs, who had always cared about his appearance, no longer cared at this moment. He removed his hat, took off his coat, leaving only a small vest and a white shirt, with even the collar of the shirt torn open by him.

He stood outside the service counter responsible for customs declarations, enduring a severe headache, suppressing his almost explosive anger, and gritting his teeth as he asked, "Where did my paperwork go wrong?"

He slapped the stack of paperwork on the counter, looking very distressed.

Recently, the headaches had been constantly troubling him. His private doctor told him they were caused by emotions and a sudden spike in blood pressure. He had already started continuously taking medication to lower his blood pressure, but the effect wasn't great, and the headaches persisted.

His whole head felt as if it was splitting open. Sometimes he wished he could tear his scalp to find the crack on his skull, hoping to see what was inside causing him such pain.

He tightly pursed his lips to prevent himself from losing composure. His emotions were already on the brink of explosion.

The customs officer sitting behind the service window said slowly, "According to the requirements of the Federal Financial Management Committee, any cash exceeding fifty thousand leaving the port must be approved by the Financial Management Committee."

Currency is also a type of goods, and a particularly peculiar one at that. No country would allow currency to be circulated illegally and recklessly, as it would severely disrupt the order of a country's commodity and financial markets.

To stabilize the order of domestic commodity and free markets, any large amounts of cash entering or leaving the port must be reported.

Approval is needed both when coming in and when going out.

The staff's explanation did not violate any regulations, let alone cause any difficulties, it was just standard procedure.

However, getting approval from the Financial Management Committee is not an easy task. It's not simply a matter of going to the Financial Supervisory Commission and saying you want to leave the port for the approval to be sent down; the entire process is not so simple.

From motive to purpose, a detailed investigation is required, such as why such a large sum needs to be transported out of the port and not through cheques, promissory notes, or similar methods.

Another example is how to prove that the amount declared is indeed the money withdrawn from the bank, and not proceeds from other criminal operations.

This investigation period can be very short or very long, depending entirely on whether someone is willing to endorse it.

For instance, if Mr. Wardrick were willing to endorse it, his reputation, social status, power, and wealth would fully meet the conditions for endorsement, and the review process would be brief.

But if something goes wrong, and the Federation can't find Mr. Herbs, they'd trouble Mr. Wardrick. Faced with such a substantial amount, most people wouldn't want to get involved.

If no one endorses, the process becomes lengthy, ranging from several days to a month. The more money intended to be transferred, the longer the review period. And what Mr. Herbs currently lacks the most is time, so he simply couldn't follow the Financial Supervisory Commission's approval route; he followed another path instead.

His hand trembled uncontrollably as he fished out a document from a pile of paperwork and handed it over, "This is my previous customs declaration paperwork. I want to transfer the money, which complies with the Federation's laws and customs rules. You must let it through!"

He produced his entry document, which played a pivotal role. I bring in ten billion, take out ten billion, two complete sets of documents coming and going completely prove the nature and legality of the funds, which aligns with federal law. No need to apply for approval from the Financial Supervisory Commission, just a filing will do.

Filing, just a phone call matter.

Mr. Herbs suddenly tapped his temple vigorously, a sharp pain causing his vision to darken slightly. He immediately retrieved a bottle of medication from his vest pocket, took out a pill from it, and swallowed it.

After more than ten seconds, he exhaled in relief and felt a lot better.

When he looked towards the staff at the counter, he noticed that they were on the phone, seemingly speaking discreetly out of his earshot. That young man's gaze swept over him repeatedly, giving him an unsettling feeling.

As he sensed something was amiss, two police officers, the customs police, appeared at the door.

At the same time, Mr. Herbs' assistant rushed in from outside—the police didn't stop him. Their target wasn't Mr. Herbs' assistant.

"Sir, our goods have been seized by the police…"

A buzzing sound filled Mr. Herbs' ears, drowning out all other sounds. He saw his assistant yelling desperately, but he couldn't hear anything!

He almost fell, but fortunately, his assistant caught him. The police also moved closer, one of them already resting a hand on the handle of a gun…

Everything in front of him began to spin and distort. Mr. Herbs lost consciousness in a very short time, collapsing to the ground.

About an hour later, Mr. Herbs' condition stabilized and he awoke from his coma, lying on a bed with a drip hanging beside him.

The solution dripped continuously from the infusion set, leaving him feeling very fatigued.

Upon seeing him awake, his assistant immediately approached. Maybe his shouting alerted Mr. Herbs to his name, and the door to the ward opened as well. An obvious Federation Investigator, a staff member from the Investigation Bureau, peeked inside, then withdrew.

"What happened?" Mr. Herbs rubbed his head, "I can't quite remember. It feels like something happened, and then I collapsed. What happened?" He slowly raised his head and looked at his assistant.

The assistant still had some remnants of fear on his face. He pursed his lips and said softly, "Our money has been seized by customs."

Mr. Herbs seemed oblivious to the seriousness of the situation, staring blankly at the ceiling, "What's the reason? Why did they do this?"

"The staff member who previously processed our customs approval is reportedly under investigation for alleged misconduct. We're caught up in this, and currently, the Federation Government believes our funds were brought in illegally, so they can't leave either..."

"They mean to wait for the interrogation results of that staff member to determine if we're involved in bribery, which will take several days."

"Haha..." Mr. Herbs suddenly laughed. After the laughter ceased, he violently pushed the medical devices on the bedside to the ground, roaring loudly, "Several days, several days, where am I supposed to find several days for them to waste?"

Several days?

There's absolutely no time to wait for several days!

In his anger, Mr. Herbs suddenly stopped moving. It was as if he lost control over his body, lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling with tears in his eyes.

Is this your trap, Lynch?

Indeed, a deadly move!

However, he still had a bit of confusion. Although this stab was lethal, it wouldn't be enough for him to fall. He still had a chance to catch his breath.

Yes, at the moment, this money indeed can't be moved. He can't make up for his losses by short-selling. But as long as the contract period ends, he can return this money to Lynch. All he would lose would be some agreed-upon interest, not enough to completely ruin him.

He would indeed be ruined, but not utterly!

If all this truly is Lynch's maneuver, he shouldn't let himself off so easily, could there be some things he's not aware of that are happening or about to happen?

At this moment, Mr. Herbs had already given up struggling. His only curiosity was how Lynch would deliver the final blow!

Meanwhile, in the Royal Capital of Nagariel, former cadres of the Nagariel Youth Party had already gathered. Within days, they concentrated in the Royal Capital from all over the country.

This is thanks to the convenience and rapid transportation brought by the Federation; the advent of the railway shortened the distance between cities, allowing them to easily gather together.

Akumal also came, as the head of a province, and also possessing the skills to drive, he is set to play an important role in this liberation endeavor.

He intends to drive trucks to crash through the palace walls, lead everyone inside, and overthrow this decaying Kingdom and regime!

Despite some hesitation from Akumal, he does not believe altering the governing structure through violence will necessarily bring something positive and upward to the lower levels of society.

During this time, some books he read from the Federation had viewpoints that greatly resonated with him: Peace and order should not be born out of violence.

This viewpoint expounds an intriguing logic, simply put as "New life shouldn't be fostered in destruction," and if violence can breed peace and order, then this peace and order are false.

Just like the current Nagariel, is the peace and order born through violent means true peace and order?

No, it's not necessarily so. The new ruling class, having gained their status and power through violent means, will favor using violence to fulfill their demands.

For peace and order to descend upon this country, it must be born through peaceful and orderly means.

However, Akumal has yet to consolidate and refine some of his ideas, while the national chaos does indeed require control. Perhaps in this massive transformation, he might gain some new insights to perfect his ideas!

As the time pointed to three in the afternoon, Akumal, wearing a helmet, got into the urgently modified open truck, aiming at the palace walls, and floored the accelerator.

The modified truck shot out of an alley like a bullet and, in an area with few people, viciously smashed into the palace wall.

The flimsy wall couldn't withstand the product of modern industry and was breached almost without resistance.

The designers never expected such a day would come, that a group of people would smash through the palace walls and rush in.

A large number of Nagariel Youth Party members, waving sticks and even sharp blades, poured in through the breach, and in less than half an hour, the entire Nagariel was shocked by a single message—

The palace was breached, the King took his life after killing the Queen, nearly all other royal family members were captured, and the royal family thus withdrew from the historical stage of the Nagariel United Kingdom.

Meanwhile, an organization calling themselves the "Nagariel Civil Party" announced they were taking control of the Royal Capital and actively called on the Provincial Governors of various provinces to set aside their prejudices and begin peace talks.

For the people of Nagariel, an era has ended!

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