"Pioneer Bank?" Feng Jun drew out the words, making his displeasure clear. "Since you've handled things fairly reliably, I'll give you a chance to explain... why are you passing along a message for them?"
I knew I wouldn't get a pleasant reception! He Runxian went straight to the point. "They're willing to provide a small amount of military hardware."
Damn it, Feng Jun was genuinely startled by that. No wonder He Runxian had spoken up—they were really willing to pay the price. "Wait a moment. I'm curious... where do they plan to make the delivery?"
"Definitely not anywhere near this star system," He Runxian said, clearly prepared. "Other star systems would be much easier to handle... the outskirts of the Dumbbell Galaxy would work too. It's up to you."
After a moment of thought, Feng Jun asked, "Then what's their stance on the tracker incident?"
What else could it be? They were selling you weapons already! He Runxian understood perfectly well, but he could not put it that way. "It's said that strangers become acquainted through a fight. Bell is willing to host a banquet and apologize. If you don't wish to appear... he can personally offer some financial compensation."
After a pause, he relayed another request. "Those six people... please release them."
"A banquet? He's got a lot of nerve," Feng Jun sneered. "He was the one who came looking for trouble! He wants to fight when he feels like it and make peace when he feels like it—who does he think he is?"
"You're absolutely right," He Runxian promptly agreed. No matter how much pressure headquarters put on him, his foremost choice remained to stay on good terms with the Broker Organization. Amid the raging war, no one was more important than this person.
Of course, he was