I got played?!
"...Suyab City won't do. We're not planning to start a war right now. No! Absolutely not!"
Then I'll go somewhere else! To the borderlands! To defend the country!
Li Xingtang gestured animatedly. He paced in circles a few times, then suddenly took a long stride and rushed toward the table.
Before Shen Le could stop him, his wrist trembled. A Silk Skirt floated over from the old house, repeatedly turning her head to look at Iron Armor while bending over the computer and typing away.
Shen Le leaned over to look at the screen, and his head immediately buzzed. Of all the information Silk Skirt could have looked up, she had found photos from a few years ago, when we had been shoving and scuffling with the Indians at the border...
I want to go here! They're still fighting here! The battle is still going on! They need me here!
Iron Armor poked at the screen several times... right on the words "Indian Happy Knife." Then, with nonexistent fists and nonexistent gauntlets, he rapped against his breastplate, producing sharp metallic clangs. Shen Le could not help covering his forehead.
"Um... let's discuss this carefully... You really can't just insert someone into that place whenever you want..."
Shen Le generally did not interfere with the Artifact Spirits' free choices. Whenever conditions allowed, he would even try his best to provide work opportunities for his own little ones.
On a small scale, that meant providing Xiao Ling with a stage, Zheng Mo with wood, and the Silk Skirts with livestreaming venues and equipment;
On a large scale, that meant coordinating with the navy so Cloud Kun could work alongside them, while also helping Cloud Kun with all kinds of modifications—installing weapons, installing nuclear reactors...
But as for Mr. Li