"There's still time!"
Fang Mo did not remain idle. He needed to squeeze more benefits out of this fortress.
The information obtained with Level Three access was still only the most basic. To acquire more technology, he had to find a way to gain higher-level authority or other channels of access.
Having made up his mind, he began looking into information on officers of every rank within the legion.
The entire fortress was now busy preparing for war, so no one paid attention to him. With the effects of the Thousand Illusions Scripture, he could enter and leave any place at will, and no one could notice his movements.
After two days of investigation, Fang Mo settled on a target.
Third Legion Deputy Commander Rost.
Why had he chosen this target?
Rost had originally been the Third Legion's deputy commander. The old legion commander had retired due to his age, and Rost had served as acting legion commander for two years. He had been the man most likely to take over the position.
But then Farrow had been parachuted in, and Rost's hopes of promotion had vanished.
Because Farrow had the backing of the Loto Family, he swiftly won over officers at every level of the legion. To prevent Rost from causing trouble, he had sidelined him.
Now, Rost simply hid away drinking and having fun, rarely involving himself in legion affairs.
Bluebird Bar!
A famous money-burning den within Black Flame Fortress, frequented by many high-ranking officers and Liquid Metal Warriors.
Fang Mo walked inside. The pounding music and flashing multicolored lights made him feel uncomfortable. It was much like Earth Star—lavish decor, intoxicating lights, men and women swaying on the dance floor, people in booths drinking, embracing, and kissing. Stimulated by alcohol and music, everyone released the desires in