"There's still time!"
Fang Mo wasn't idle. He needed to get more out of this fortress.
The information available with Level Three clearance was still only the basics. If he wanted access to more technology, he had to find a way to obtain higher clearance or another access channel.
Having made up his mind, he began looking into the officers at every level of the legion.
The entire fortress was now bustling as everyone prepared for a major battle, so no one paid attention to him. With the Thousand Illusions True Scripture at his disposal, he could come and go wherever he pleased without anyone noticing his movements.
After two days of investigation, Fang Mo settled on a target.
The deputy legion commander, Roster.
Why had he chosen Roster?
Roster had originally been the Third Legion's deputy commander. When the former legion commander retired due to his age, Roster had served as acting commander for two years, making him the one who most hoped to take over the position.
But then Farrow had parachuted in, ending any hope Roster had of being promoted.
With the backing of the Lotto Family, Farrow had quickly won over officers at every level of the legion. To keep Roster from causing trouble, he had stripped him of his authority.
Now Roster had withdrawn from the world, drinking and seeking pleasure, rarely bothering with legion affairs.
Bluebird Bar!
A notorious money pit in Black Flame Fortress, it was where many high-ranking officers and Liquid Metal Warriors came to spend their money.
Fang Mo walked inside. The thumping music and flashing camouflage-patterned lights made him uncomfortable. Just like on Earth, the place was lavishly decorated, with intoxicating lights and men and women swaying on the dance floor. In the booths, people drank, embraced, and kissed. Stirred