"..."

Seeing Ji Jue's complete disregard for pretense, Liang Mo's eye twitched uncontrollably, and he curiously asked, "Who sent you?"

"I don't know, I didn't ask."

Ji Jue shrugged indifferently, retorting, "Does it matter?"

Liang Mo was taken aback for a moment and then nodded in agreement.

He had indeed been in the military too long, accustomed to the internal struggles where everyone fought with fists, forgetting that besides being a craftsman, he was also a military representative and arms dealer.

Indeed, it doesn't matter.

Whether it happened or not, an opponent remains an opponent, and a life-or-death situation won't suddenly turn compassionate.

Money is a good thing, everyone wants it.

Even those Fuel Element tycoons and experts in Central Earth, military colleagues, and many craftsmen—people who seem not to lack money—are precisely the ones who need it the most.

Just that what they want can no longer be purchased with money.

Therefore, they need power, influence, and claws; hence the numerous conflicts and hatreds.

Who did it might be important to Ji Jue, but for a representative of Sea Tide Military Industry, it's not important, because everyone is a suspect, and given the chance, anyone would do it, and nobody cares about such 'petty cash'...

Getting hit in the face before even entering the door is just a gentle warning of sorts.

No matter if it's someone slapping casually or trying to excite the situation for a big retaliation, or simply can't stand newbies getting involved, it's all the same.

Because Ji Jue will do what he needs to do.

The same no matter who the opponent is.

In seemingly chaotic Central Earth, every aspect has long been filled, and the place is overcrowded. There isn't a single piece of fortune here without a master.

Once Ji Jue tries to make a move, he is bound to find enemies everywhere.

When they stab in the back privately, no mercy is given, but on the surface, everyone smiles warmly and shakes hands, as if they're life-and-death brothers and friends.

Thinking of this, Liang Mo couldn't help but sigh.

Headache.

He familiarly patted Ji Jue on the shoulder, lamenting:

"Old Tong has helped me a lot, so by all rights, a friend of Old Tong is my friend as well. If there's anything, feel free to find me... But honestly, I'm a bit scared of you finding me for help."

"Ah, don't worry." Ji Jue smiled warmly, looking completely natural, stepping close, arm around the shoulder, and impossible to shake off: "When I get a chance, I'll definitely bother you."

"That's precisely what I'm afraid of, okay?"

Liang Mo rolled his eyes, sighed helplessly, and then smiled to himself.

"Alright, let's go. Just leave the boat here, remember to clean up quickly, there's a security check at the base recently, don't let anyone take advantage of it."

He asked a few questions over the intercom and then waved to them: "Let's go, the breakfast time at the officers' mess is almost over, if you don't want to fight over donuts with the guys below, hurry up."

"Make do at the base today, in a few days I'll treat you to a big meal in the city."

Speaking of making do, actually... it's already beyond ordinary imagination.

Generally, at these overseas military bases, what you can eat depends largely on the conscience of the superiors. But usually, the regular soldiers eat poorly, temps and mercenaries eat even worse.

But no matter how it is, the standard of the officers' mess is not too low.

After all, hoarding food for oneself is an easy way to get stabbed in the back.

Moderately letting some benefits trickle down is the way to mutual benefits.

In Tower City's garrison base, there are four officers' messes, each with its own specialty, and Liang Mo took them to one featuring Central Earth cuisine.

The decor has a local style, luxurious and serene, with fragrances wafting in the air. If it weren't for the people walking around in uniforms, Ji Jue would've thought he entered some star-rated restaurant.

Liang Mo gestured a 'three', and naturally, a waiter came over and served breakfast.

The kitchen is clean, the production is exquisite, and there are plenty of local fruit juices that Ji Jue hasn't tried, with attentive service making for an insanely good experience.

No sign of material shortages or inconvenience, like arriving at a resort.

The power of people is infinite; even in the war-torn, chaotic Central Earth, a Heaven can still be created, just don't ask what's beneath Heaven when indulging in enjoyment.

After saying goodbye, Tong Shan left, as the operations department of Central Earth Security Bureau has daily troubles to handle, with no Empire's time to waste.

With their friendship, there's no need for formalities, and they'll get in touch if needed.

Afterwards, Liang Mo, as a 'local', took him through various procedures, without the anticipated difficulties or troubles.

After all, Hai Chao is in the military industry, and its influence in the military is considerable, even if someone dislikes it, they won't bother Ji Jue over such trivialities of handovers.

As the representative of Sea Tide Military Industry, Ji Jue's job is to provide after-sales service, but since the product hasn't even been used yet, there's no need to talk about after-sales.

The courtesy rank of Major is enough for him to enjoy all the most luxurious conveniences Central Earth offers within the garrison base.

Clean drinking water, exquisite food, spacious single rooms, and even local as well as Empire-styled escorts... In the corridors of the officers' dormitories, many gorgeous and voluptuous young ladies try to hook his fingers casually and wink at him as they pass by.

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