Just as Yu Qingzhu began preparing for the celebration, Lin Beauty came calling for the nth time, asking to see Feng Jun.
The moment Feng Jun heard about it, he found it troublesome. He went straight to Pacify Arms Mountain to check on the warship assembly plant.
Production at the plant was proceeding smoothly. The semi-finished warships had all been assembled, and new warship components were being integrated. However, some critical parts still had to be collected from the Federation.
Feng Jun also had not met with the Rebel Army in quite some time. They had given him a factory, yet he had not communicated with them at all during that period. That was hardly the way to do business—no matter how great the disparity in status, business was still business. He could not be too improper about it.
He then went to Border Star and contacted the Rebel Army through Xuan Gao. However, Xuan Gao brought him some bad news. "There's a cultivator in your faction who's been wanted by the Human Federation."
"What?" Feng Jun was immediately stunned. He noticed that Xuan Gao had used the Heavenly Zither pronunciation for "cultivator," a term he had never mentioned to the Human Federation. "What happened?"
"I'm not entirely sure about the specifics," Xuan Gao replied vaguely. "Since you were already planning to contact the Rebel Army, their intelligence channels are better than mine. I think you'd be better off asking them."
The Rebel Army's intelligence capabilities were surely stronger than those of a local tough like him. If they were not even as good as him, what kind of Rebel Army would they be?
But Feng Jun could not wait. "Notify them to come. There's nothing going on right now anyway, so tell me what you know first."
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