Mockery
"Getting ready to retire?"
By the time Ji Jue saw Liang Mo again at the Federation base, several days had already passed.
Hearing this, he was momentarily taken aback.
Although the Federation had suffered losses in White State, its fundamental interests had not been shaken. Even with some manpower lost, if it wanted to maintain its influence and continue protecting its interests, it would inevitably invest even more going forward.
Choosing to retire at a time like this was truly a pity.
"Pity my ass."
Liang Mo sprawled in a folding chair, smoking without a care. "I've figured it out—what's the point of making money if you might not live long enough to spend it? Risking life and death as cannon fodder, what future is there in that?
"One slip-up and you can fucking die for no reason. They might not even pay out the compensation. If I hadn't gotten lucky this time, I'd probably be dead too. I've got you to thank for sponsoring this Iron Hand, otherwise I'd really have ended up disabled."
"..."
Ji Jue looked at his Iron Hand, which had already been modified beyond recognition, and hesitated. "Um, our product doesn't seem to have a lighter function, does it?"
"Ah, well..." Liang Mo immediately coughed awkwardly. "I just, you know, added it while I was at it. He did it!"
As he spoke, he promptly shoved the blame onto the technical sergeant beside him. The sergeant had been happily drinking Happy Water when a pot suddenly landed on his head. Instantly enraged, he pointed at Liang Mo and unleashed a string of extremely profanity-laden greetings.
"Anyway, brothers can barely make ends meet anymore, so we figured we'd go back home together and find a way to scrape by."
Liang Mo handed over Happy Water