"So NZT-50 has been exposed?" Lin Zhichen said indifferently, swallowing a sip of spirit wine and savoring it.
With the construction of the underground base, some of his earlier plans had gradually become reality. The Psionic Hydroponic Farm, for instance, now produced a number of Psionic Plants every month.
Most of them were used to train Psionic Potion Masters—people who used Psionic Plants to brew psionic potions, much like the alchemists of ancient times.
The small remainder went to the Mercenary Group's senior members. Each rank received a monthly quota, and Spirit Wine was part of it.
"That's right. Even with me covering your tracks, my old rival has gone to great lengths this time and already uncovered some clues. It'll probably only be a few days before he finds you, too." Conilia looked worried.
"How are things on your end? After three months, you've probably only just gotten started, right?"
At first, they had sent over some equipment and Raw Materials. After that, for the sake of secrecy, the two sides had stopped communicating. Even now, Conilia didn't know that the first military port had already been completed.
Lin Zhichen smiled. "Don't worry. Everything's fine here."
He paused, then added, "I'm planning to contact the Federation and work directly with its leadership."
"That's certainly a good idea. If you'd like, I can recommend you." Conilia smiled.
Since sharing the benefits was unavoidable, finding a strategic ally was the best option. But he had to choose the right person. The last thing he needed was to run into a ruthless player who would sell him out—that would be disastrous.
"What do you think of Pikain, the Governor of Earth?" Lin Zhichen mused.
"Behind Pikain is the Boerir Family. They're one of the prominent families in the Federation, and they've always