Recently, even the rigid and foolish Mole People from the southern suburbs had no intention of continuing down their old path, clinging to their little patch of land and living a quiet life. Instead, they had chosen to board the express train of Alliance development as soon as possible.
Given Hunter Tiger's usual bold and vigorous character, he naturally wouldn't cower and choose to stagnate.
Besides, compared with the small price he had to pay, Su Mo's offer was simply too tempting.
A Special Forces unit completely led and managed by him.
It would also be equipped with the territory's most advanced gear and become the Alliance's sharpest blade in the future.
What did that mean? Back in the days when wars raged everywhere, that was the standard equipment of a frontier governor—a sign of absolute trust.
Hunter Tiger had spent the entire night worrying, with most of his time spent fretting that he would have to live under someone else's roof and be constrained by others.
After all, his fighting style had basically been developed through his own trial and error. He belonged to the sort who would take a back door if one existed and absolutely refuse to use the main road.
If he were handed over to a commander who followed the orthodox school and favored the conventional path, and was forced to carry out plans according to orders—
Leaving aside how effective they would be or whether they could achieve their strategic goals—
the key issue was that he was worried he wouldn't be able to learn them.
The thought of being over forty and still being lectured every day, while having to study piles of things he wasn't interested in, made Hunter Tiger swing between excitement and worry. Once his emotions got the better of