As soon as Levi finished speaking, Janna used her divine arts to filter out the devout believers whose threads of faith shone the brightest.
If one were to express it numerically, their "loyalty" was at least 80 or above.
After this screening, out of the more than 500 Windguides present, only a little over 100 were qualified to stay.
The number of Windguides appeared significantly smaller than before.
But Levi wasn't worried.
After all, the remaining 400 people were still Janna's believers and would still contribute the power of faith to her. And after becoming Windchasers, they could still serve as assistants and reserves, aiding the Windguides in their work and practical applications.
And this streamlined team of Windguides solved one of Levi's major concerns:
'Now, I can finally begin to unify the ideology within the Windguides.'
He hadn't dared to promote the route of violent struggle within the Windguides before, fearing that those with weak faith would be terrified by the truth and run off to inform on them.
But now, the Windguides had been streamlined into a team composed entirely of devout believers.
Levi could safely promote his theory of armed struggle without worrying that they would easily betray their faith or the organization.
'But Caitlyn is here too.'
Levi noticed that among the 100 or so Windguides selected by Janna, aside from Vi, Lina, Baku, Ivern, Viktor, Seraphine, and other radicals who firmly aligned with him, there were also moderates like Caitlyn.
She truly and firmly believed in Janna, and she insisted on a moderate struggle.
It seemed that within the streamlined Windguides, there would inevitably be ideological divergences in the future.
But that was a matter for later.
Levi set these thoughts aside for now and busied himself with hosting the meeting, helping the newly established Windchaser organization set up an independent organizational structure modeled after the Windguides.
As for the very few who originally held cadre positions within the Windguides but were filtered out due to weak faith, their positions had to be re-selected and appointed through internal discussions among the Windguides.
A long time later...
After lengthy discussions and agreements, the structure of the Windguides was finally reshaped, and the framework of the Windchasers initially took shape.
Today's grand assembly seemed poised to come to a successful close.
"Does anyone have any other questions?"
Before adjourning, Levi asked symbolically.
As it turned out, someone actually did.
The person asking was none other than the slightly headache-inducing Miss Caitlyn. "President Levi."
"Did you perhaps fail to clarify that initial question?"
Caitlyn had been a police detective, after all. She keenly noticed that from beginning to end, Levi had never made a direct stance on the ideological differences between the moderate and radical factions.
He had merely used the issue as a brief introduction before quickly shifting the meeting's focus to the internal reform of the Windguides.
Yet what Caitlyn cared about most right now was still the ideological divide between moderation and radicalism.
Especially since, in that "joke" Levi made earlier, he had subtly revealed his wariness, vigilance, and even hostility toward the Piltover Council.
"Should we take the moderate route or the radical route now?"
"You are the president. I think you should take advantage of everyone being here today to clarify this issue."
"Uh..." Levi felt a bit of a headache coming on.
With so many shallow-believing Windchasers still present, how could he possibly publicly admit to rebellion?
With Caitlyn asking him at this moment, he could naturally only answer:
"Regarding this issue, I can only say that, given the current situation, looking at the overall picture, examining the past and present, considering the average level of the Windguides and Windchasers, analyzing and summarizing, perhaps we can conclude that... to sum up, generally speaking, no matter what, the prospects are probably delicate."
"???" Caitlyn was left speechless.
"So is it moderate or radical?"
She insisted on a clear answer, leaving Levi with no choice but to helplessly emphasize, "Moderate, of course!"
"I believe that as long as we use appropriate methods to strive for reform, we can minimize bloodshed..."
Before he could finish his sentence...
A faint roar of engines echoed from outside the factory gates.
The roaring grew louder and closer, gradually converging into a terrifying, ear-piercing cacophony.
A few seconds later, a worker assigned to stand guard rushed inside in a panic.
"This is bad—"
"The Iron Fist Gang is attacking!"
Steel motorcycles spewing green chemtech exhaust flames surrounded them from all directions like a pack of wolves.
Dozens of heavy, ferocious armed motorcycles crammed together, seemingly building a long wall of steel at the factory entrance.
The Iron Fist Gang was really attacking; it wasn't a joke.
The crowd couldn't help but panic.
Most of them were ordinary workers and students, facing such a murderous formation for the first time.
Amidst this chaos, Caitlyn also couldn't help but feel bewildered.
But she wasn't afraid like the others.
She simply couldn't understand how the Iron Fist Gang dared to attack.
'Didn't Mother say the Piltover Council already agreed to allocate the Iron Fist Gang's territory to us?'
Although the Piltover Council's intention was to not deploy Piltover Enforcers and let the Windguides take over the territory themselves.
In Caitlyn's eyes, this was merely a move by the Piltover Council to avoid suspicion, preventing the public from discovering the relationship between the Council and the underworld. Incidentally, they were using the Iron Fist Gang to test the Windguides' strength.
In her understanding, this kind of probing was harmless, while the Iron Fist Gang had been solidly sentenced to death by the Council.
If they still had any sense, they should obediently hand over their territory and try to beg for their lives.
Instead of going crazy like this, launching such a suicidal, unprovoked attack against the Windguides and the "property" of House Kiramman.
'Are they just lashing out in desperation?' Caitlyn guessed.
But that wasn't right...
Even if they were lashing out in desperation, the Iron Fist Gang should be rushing to flee Piltover.
Running over to fight the Windguides to the death—even if they won, would the Piltover Council let them off afterward?
In Caitlyn's understanding, the Piltover Council was still standing on the same side as her and the Windguides up until now.
Until she saw those things.
'Are those Turbo Chemtanks?!'
Caitlyn was horrified to discover that from behind those fully armed motorcycle riders, a full ten burly warriors clad in purple chemtech armor slowly stepped forward.
Their pupils glowed with purple light, and their faces were full of ferocity. At a glance, it was obvious they were enhanced warriors hopped up on Shimmer.
Shimmer Warriors plus chemtech armor—this was no small investment!
'How could the Iron Fist Gang have Turbo Chemtanks?'
Although Caitlyn was young, her knowledge was not shallow.
She knew this equipment was an advanced chemtech weapon recently invented in Zaun, a highly sought-after treasure across the Twin Cities.
Yet this petty Iron Fist Gang, a bunch of hooligans who collected protection fees and acted as labor contractors in Piltover, could actually pull out ten of them at once?
One had to know that Zaunites wouldn't casually sell such strategic weapons to Piltover.
Unless the buyer could offer conditions they couldn't refuse.
Was the Iron Fist Gang qualified to be this buyer?
The more Caitlyn thought about it, the more complex her expression became. At some point, Levi had quietly stepped up beside her.
He wasn't panicked, merely smiling. "It seems the joke I made earlier has actually come true."
"Caitlyn, are you ready?"
"I..." Caitlyn started.
Levi didn't rush her to answer; he simply turned to look at the crowd present.
"Everyone, are you ready?"
It was the same question.
But this time, it received a different answer.
As the vanguard, the Windguides' purpose lay exactly here.
No matter how panicked and terrified the others were, no matter how much they wanted to run and hide.
Those 100-plus selected Windguides all maintained a firm attitude.
So, were they ready?
Not really.
But they wouldn't run away. They would only shout:
"Windguides advance first, cover everyone's retreat!"