"Holy shit, that's awesome!"
"As expected of the Northern Frontier—large and prosperous, after all!"
Exaggerated applause and praise rang out one after another in the channel. "Now that he's made a move, it really is extraordinary."
Only Yellow Beard flew into a rage and cast a furious glance back.
That Ji guy, you fucking...
I knew you hadn't been holding in anything good. So you were waiting for me here, huh?!
Don't ask whether North Wind had Fusion Bombs.
Now, it did!
No need to keep forcing yourself, Great Craftsman, because your strength had arrived.
Now, even if it wasn't shit, it was shit.
After all... the Northern Frontier really did have these things!
If word got out, who do you think everyone would believe—that North Wind had gone insane and taken out Fusion Bombs to play with, or that Ji Jue, an Artisan who had only been made permanent less than a year ago, had handmade a huge bomb himself?!
Forget whether you believed it—three minutes ago, Yellow Beard himself wouldn't have believed it!
Of course, he could produce evidence, but unfortunately, since that bastard Ji Jue had dared to use it, he definitely had a way to firmly pin the blame on North Wind.
Besides, evidence only worked when everyone was willing to believe it!
Now they all had dirt on each other.
And if everyone had dirt, it was the same as nobody having dirt.
They were back on the same starting line...
Only Yellow Beard's expression looked like he'd 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 your turn to carry. I couldn't be the MVP myself, could I?
Our good days were still ahead of us!
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