"Brother Jia Xi, you've worked hard."
"I was just maintaining some equipment. What's so hard about that? Ah, I was being meddlesome. You were still sick, and I dragged you out here... only for us to run into this mess."
Jia Xi Lian Die, who was technically still Tai Xin's client, apologized. He was the one who had brought Tai Yu over from home. An employee of the Dagang Intelligent Machine Repair Center and thus Pusuo's colleague, he held qualifications as a senior repair technician and professional martial artist. He was considered a versatile talent—young, driven, the type whose whole family was aiming for Star Ring City.
He had clearly bought into Pusuo's pitch and wanted to customize a Cultivation Plan in martial arts for his child. To show his respect, he had even gotten off work early and driven over to pick them up. Yet, frustratingly enough, after the car had gone just one block, they were stopped amid air raid and Extraterritorial Species invasion alarms. None of them could get away, and they still ended up in the Garrison Regiment.
Because Jia Xi had solid maintenance skills, he did not need to go to the front lines. He was currently assigned to the repair team. But he could not rotate shifts, because for the time being, he was the only person in the team and had to keep watch the whole time. Fortunately, at this Defense Point, there definitely were no heavy mechs or vehicles. There were only limited military Exoskeletons, which personnel on duty had to take turns wearing. Jia Xi's main job was to ensure that the frequently removed and donned Exoskeletons remained operational and to clear up minor faults.
Tai Yu's rotation post happened to be close to the Maintenance Point, and with discipline being