Strictly speaking, an Eastern face was not welcome in Qinggang City, which lay in the Western Hemisphere.
Perhaps during the prewar era of cultural integration, the locals living here had not minded the presence of outsiders.
But after the long and protracted postwar era,
prejudice began to accumulate, and arrogance began to return. The humans of Blue Star once again fell into a state of mutual hostility.
However, that was only when compared with ordinary people.
No matter how unpleasant a face was, as long as one added a certain prerequisite.
A Foundation identity.
The smile on Lewis's face grew increasingly obsequious. His straight back bent forty-five degrees, and there was not the slightest trace of the arrogance he had shown Bernie.
"Esteemed Captain Peng Qiu, your arrival could not have come at a better time. The upheaval around Qinggang City recently—or rather, throughout the entire world—has left everyone in the shelter anxious. But your visit today has truly surprised and delighted us. We sincerely hope the Foundation's gospel can once again spread across this unfamiliar land!"
"Our Qinggang Shelter is also an official F-level partner of the Foundation. Rest assured, within our territory, no one has the right to make you remove your Powered Battle Armor."
"I hope so."
Peng Qiu did not wish to say more. After nodding, he closed his helmet.
To be honest, compared with dealing with this slick member of the Mole People, he would rather take a turn on the battlefield.
Although Lewis's attitude was excellent now, who knew how many times he had cursed them in his heart behind their backs?
"We didn't receive an invitation today. Logically speaking, it would be somewhat presumptuous for us to attend your meeting."
"But the person beside me is Mr. Su Mo, the administrator of Tian