"That's not how it is..."
Hearing those words, Guang Biao's heart immediately sank.
Losing contact with the Blacksmith Association meant that their Mecha Brigade would lose access to the most basic forging materials, whether for mecha repairs, construction, or anything else.
And that was only the smallest consequence. The greater problem was that if he offended the other party, he would not only lose his prestigious life as captain of the Mecha Brigade—he probably would not even be able to survive around Eastsea City.
What truly drove him to despair was the possibility that the child he was looking for had some deep connection with them. If that were the case, he might not even make it back alive.
No, he did not want to die. Not only did he not want to die, but he also had no intention of losing his current position. Ever since taking that seat, even the city lord had not dared to raise his voice at him.
He did not want to lose the benefits he had enjoyed before, not even for a day.
"President Mu Chen, I..."
Guang Biao struggled inwardly for a long time before finally raising his head to look at the man before him, who was even taller than he was, and could not help speaking.
"I..."
"Did I allow you to speak to me?"
Yet the next moment, all he received was Mu Chen's incomparably cold gaze and a furious rebuke.
Yes, Mu Chen was a decent man with a very good temper, but that applied when dealing with normal people. The fellow before him was clearly not among them.
Had he not arrived in time, and had that young Soul Emperor not acted earlier, this illustrious captain of the Mecha Brigade would probably have already forced his way