Being Followed

Inside the armor company, three suits of armor were on display. These were the two Blue-level armor sets Chen Mo had designed and manufactured. He only had enough money to make three Blue-level armor sets, which was why armor designers were a profession that burned through money—but also one that made a great deal of it.

The current market price for Blue-level armor averaged 250 million star coins per set. Even if he sold them, it still would not be enough to cover the "fuel" costs of the Space Curvature Spaceship.

Chen Mo wanted to earn enough money quickly, replenish the Antimatter Energy, and return to Earth. But he still needed to build up his capital. Once he sold these Blue-level armor sets, he could use the money as capital to make and sell several more sets. That should be almost enough.

When he returned to the top floor of the building, Chen Mo saw Gray Twenty-One training, with Jing Ge in charge of him.

Over this period, Gray Twenty-One had been put through hell by Jing Ge. Every time, Jing Ge would only let him go after he had exhausted himself to the point of passing out. Then he would be given a short rest before the tormenting training continued.

Even Chen Mo could not help observing a moment of silence for him.

Jing Ge's training was true hellish training.

Still, Gray Twenty-One was not bad. At the very least, he could endure Jing Ge's devilish training without making a sound. Even the strict Jing Ge was fairly satisfied with him. Seeing Gray Twenty-One pass out from training again, Chen Mo's cheek twitched as he walked over.

"Won't something happen if you keep this up?"

"He'll be fine." Jing Ge casually glanced at the unconscious Gray Twenty-One. "He's suited