As a grave sinner, even if Shui Chuanxiao was still alive, Glory Hall would never use him again. If Lu Yin rescued him, there was a good chance he could join the Great Yu Empire.
So before that, there was something he needed to do.
"Continue issuing conscription orders to the Three Leaf Clover Company," Lu Yin said calmly.
En Ya hurriedly acknowledged the order and issued it at once.
Lu Yin sipped his tea and gazed at the distant sky. Whether for Shui Chuanxiao's sake or his own, there were some things he had to do. He had kept the Void Ring Yu Mu had left behind all this time. It was time to return it to him.
A short while later, En Ya reported, "Your Highness, the Three Leaf Clover Company has refused to comply."
"Send it again," Lu Yin said calmly.
En Ya's eyes lit up. "Yes."
Meanwhile, on the green planet, Shen Fu, the Three Leaf Clover Company's Eastern Frontier president, was no longer so calm. He had always been composed. Even when Ofman, the Western Frontier president, died, Shen Fu had remained unruffled, lounging in his wooden chair and watching events unfold with a smile. Only when the Sixth Continent invaded and Glory Hall forcibly conscripted him had he joined the battlefield.
After the war ended, he had returned and resumed rocking in his chair, perfectly at ease.
But now, he was getting anxious. "Manager Yu really doesn't care about Lu Yin. We've already refused twice."
Behind him, his secretary, Xiao Qin, furrowed her brow. "Manager Shen, what do we do if the Eastern Frontier Alliance sends a third conscription order?"
Shen Fu looked troubled. "Send it to Manager Yu again, just like before."
"What if Manager Yu refuses again?" Xiao Qin asked.
Shen Fu's