"Life probably won't be easy from here on out."
Inside the car as it gradually came to a stop, Ji Jue sighed softly. Remembering the strange atmosphere at the banquet, as well as the many gazes directed at him, he could only feel that a storm was brewing.
Indeed, the Empires and Federations had already issued diplomatic notes and notices. They wanted order, stability, and production.
Yet they alone had not said that no one was allowed to fight!
On the contrary, the increased production of phlogiston and the expansion of mining operations—the equipment and manpower they required, the interests and trends they represented—would only drive everyone into a brawl.
It was foreseeable that, in the days ahead, even if things appeared more stable on the surface, the struggles in the shadows would only grow more intense.
That was not peace. It was merely plunder in the name of peace.
And Ji Jue happened to be a newcomer welcomed by no one.
Yan Fei bared his teeth. "Don't worry, Mister Ji. Whoever comes, I'll kill them."
Ji Jue raised his eyes and glanced at this fool who did not know the meaning of death. He could not help but sigh. This account was probably ruined... His muscles had completely taken over his brain!
Old Gou, meanwhile, remained calm from beginning to end. Whatever they were going to do was not for him to decide anyway. He was just a Tool Person; wherever the boss told him to go, he went.
In this damned world, living one day at a time was good enough.
"How about getting some late-night food?"
He took out his phone and made the suggestion. At the very least, they should have a few more good meals.
"Sure, I barely ate anything either..."
Ji Jue's smile suddenly