Here, Star Alliance Fabi was practically printed by Xi Corporation. Who gave a damn about breach-of-contract penalties? Was this even about the penalties?
Ran Ming wanted to snap back, but considering his friendship with Lu Yang, he ultimately held it in and frowned. "Is Leto from the Great Horn Fleet in charge over there now?"
"Yeah. That guy's a huge steel ball slicked with oil—you can't shoulder him aside, and you can't get a grip on him." As he spoke, Lu Yang deliberately lowered his voice. "Now that Officer Sheng Wu is here, I'm starting to wonder whether they did it on purpose."
Ran Ming's mouth twitched. He did not pursue the subject, instead turning to look around. "Did Leto come today?"
Lu Yang snorted. "He usually doesn't attend events like this. But we can't exactly go looking for his master, can we?"
They were both military representatives, so why couldn't they?
Ran Ming wanted to throw those words back at him, but in the end, he merely gave a muffled snort and said nothing more.
Here in the Red Silicon Star System, the circle of "military representatives" was also highly complicated, with many different tiers.
It went without saying that Great Lord Luande, the Red Silicon Guard, and other regular forces stationed military representatives in the Red Silicon Star System, Star Ring City, and local contract companies, laboratories, and the like.
Strictly speaking, Bifur of the Great Horn Fleet also counted as a "military representative," though whether he acknowledged that was another matter.
Ran Ming belonged to another type of "military representative"—backed by powerful patrons, conducting related business, and breaking into the high-end business circles of Star Ring City and the Red Silicon Star System. They appeared freer and more glamorous than Lu Yang's group, but they also faced