Zhan Lang was embarrassed.
He had always presented himself as decisive and capable, but now he had sprung a leak:
Plane Six was indeed a very Fallen Death kind of place, but to arm someone in the real world with military-grade Exoskeleton Armor, lethal weapons, and the like required highly professional and bold channels for procurement.
That was why they had refused to let go of Du Tang, the gang intermediary. He had channels in that area and could make temporary purchases when necessary, ensuring nothing was delayed.
Little Fear the Clone, as well as the Origin Mother and high-energy nutrient injections acquired later, had all come through Du Tang's channels.
Zhan Lang had also intended to use his resources to open up several new channels, so he had made use of him while keeping him at arm's length...
It had been a fine calculation. But Hawthorne's fright that time had given Du Tang the opportunity to jump from the vehicle and escape.
That meant they now had to avoid not only Du Tang's own channels, but also the channels he had previously introduced and helped them establish.
Otherwise, leaving aside the local gangs, Hawthorne would most likely come charging over.
That would not have mattered much under normal circumstances. The registration mission had been about to end, the Game Scenario had already been fixed, and there should not have been any further expenses. Unfortunately, this incident had happened.
So even someone as capable-looking as Zhan Lang was no different from an idiot when trying to do something outside his field in an unfamiliar social environment. He could have money and still be unable to spend it.
That was the discord between an individual and a social setting.
Of course, for a law-abiding citizen to calmly purchase lethal weapons in