"Holy shit, that's insane!"
"As expected of the Northern Frontier—they really are filthy rich!"
One exaggerated round of applause and praise after another erupted in the channel. "Now that they've made a move, it's truly something extraordinary!"
Only Yellow Beard flew into a rage and glared back over his shoulder.
That Ji guy, I fucking knew you weren't holding in anything good. So you were waiting for me here, huh?!
Don't ask whether North Wind actually had Fusion Bombs.
Now, they did!
No need to keep putting on a brave face, Great Craftsman, because your strength had arrived.
Now, even if it wasn't shit, it was shit.
After all—this thing really did exist in the Northern Frontier!
If word got out, would people believe that North Wind had gone utterly mad and pulled out Fusion Bombs to play with, or that Ji Jue, an Artisan who had only gone official less than a year ago, had handcrafted himself one huge boom-boom?
Forget whether you believed it. Three minutes ago, Yellow Beard himself hadn't believed it either!
Of course, he could produce evidence. But unfortunately, since that bastard Ji Jue dared use it, he definitely had a way to pin the shit bucket firmly onto North Wind's head.
Besides, evidence only mattered when everyone was willing to believe it!
Now things were wonderful. Everyone had dirt on everyone else.
And if everyone had dirt, it was the same as no one having any.
They had returned to the same starting line. Only Yellow Beard's expression looked as though he had eaten shit—spectacularly ugly.
Ji Jue, meanwhile, gestured toward the projection. "Please, Great Craftsman."
The door had been opened, the road had been paved. Next, it was their turn to carry, wasn't it? Surely he couldn't be the MVP.
Their good days