Yin Minghong felt that the past few days had been nothing short of magical realism.
First, he had encountered an assassin who had been kidnapped and sold by human traffickers at Red Moon Fortress. Then he had run into Yin Yinyin, the White Night traitor who had fled from Morning Wind District to East Sun District. Just when he had finally managed to rest at home for a few days while waiting for a reply from White Night headquarters, Jing Zhengwei had actually come knocking.
Jing Zhengwei rarely allowed his subordinates to interfere in other affairs. Someone like Yin Minghong barely knew anyone from Might Overlord Seaborne Trade. Jing Zhengwei would never have his subordinates carry out any sort of "industrial collaboration." Whenever different departments truly needed to cooperate, he would handle it personally.
If he even prohibited industrial collaboration, then "borrowing the Second Boss of Red Moon Fortress to suppress the sailors of Might Overlord Seaborne Trade" was even more out of the question. He did not allow subordinates from different industries to know one another for one simple reason—to prevent collusion.
So that was what it was meant for... I don't know any of these sailors, so I naturally can't secretly inform them. That's why Jing Zhengwei felt safe bringing me here to participate in the operation. And once the sailors find out that I'm the Second Boss of Red Moon Fortress, they'll be even less likely to approach cadres from the other Jing family industries, cutting off any possibility of us colluding and achieving his goal of dividing us...
Yin Minghong's thoughts churned, and his understanding of Jing Zhengwei deepened. His wariness grew stronger.
As expected of the cunning old fox Jing Zhengwei. He could even pull off cross-dressing. A crude scheme like this was probably almost