As Lin Sheng read the reply on his Communicator, his fingertip slid across the screen, and his gaze grew colder.
The outbreak of erosion at the Northern Border was real, and a shortage of frontline resources was understandable. But the materials he wanted hardly counted as precious, especially to an entity at the Wasteland Martial Rank, for whom their cost was almost negligible.
No matter how he looked at it, supplies should not have been so tight that they could not be procured in half a month.
Especially given the change he could sense in Commissioner Zhou He's attitude.
Half a month ago, the man had enthusiastically thumped his chest and guaranteed delivery within seven days. Now he did not even dare answer a call, sending only a standardized message to brush him off. Lin Sheng would never believe there was nothing fishy going on.
Most likely, someone was pulling strings behind the scenes, deliberately holding things up.
What puzzled him was that materials of this value should hardly have been rare treasures to the Fighting Association.
Was it really necessary to resort to underhanded tricks over such a small amount, especially when he had the ninth Council Speaker, Xia Leisheng, backing him?
Although his teacher was stationed at the Northern Border, far from Sun Radiance City's center of power, he was still the genuine ninth Council Speaker, with a seat on the highest ruling Council.
The abrupt change in their attitude likely meant something had happened during this period, leading to the current situation.
He grasped the crux of the matter almost instantly.
"Could something have happened to my teacher?"
Lin Sheng's eyes flickered as he murmured to himself.
After all, the recent outbreak of erosion at the Northern Border was no secret.
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