"Why was the boss still saying that right in front of us?"
The next second, everyone else looked at Little Flying Hero with the kind of pity reserved for mentally challenged children. They silently stared at him. The captain had made it so clear, yet this kid was still asking.
Wild Wolf, who had been wiping his dagger, fell silent for a while before sighing.
"Use that brain of yours—the one you use to fly planes—and think a little harder. Then you won't be asking why."
"That's also why the boss kept repeating that First and Second were the Last Resort for the boss's family."
"Of course, since the boss said it directly in front of us, that means he isn't afraid of us leaking the information. But we can't do that. If we did, it would be the same as saying goodbye. Then we'd all have to return to our own homes and our own mothers, going back to the predictable lives we had before."
After he finished speaking, Wild Wolf stood up, patted Little Flying Hero on the shoulder, and earnestly advised him, "So everyone, keep your mouths shut." He paused, then added, "Think it over carefully. I'm going to relieve myself."
In the office, Mo Jingchun had just been about to turn on the computer when he saw it boot up by itself. The page then switched automatically, finally stopping at Zero's funding-approval page.
Looking at the amount, Mo Jingchun estimated all the costs in his mind. There wasn't much discrepancy. It seemed Zero had indeed learned his lesson this time.
Suddenly, as though he had thought of something, the corners of Mo Jingchun's mouth lifted slightly. His hands began tapping away at the keyboard.
After checking the recorded data, Mo Jingchun let out a cold laugh.