No-Fly Zone

"Is it too late for me to apply as a logistics hunter now?"

No one in the meeting room answered.

Ging pushed the mission file in front of Bai Zhu.

"Too late."

Bai Zhu lowered his head and glanced at the file cover.

Investigation into the anomaly in the Western Oasis of the Mingbo Republic.

He raised a hand and pushed the file back.

"I'm applying to be temporary logistics staff, responsible for making coffee at Association headquarters."

List flipped through a page of documents.

"The temporary contract is already in effect. And look at Article Fourteen: withdrawing midway requires paying Ging ten times the commission."

Bai Zhu mechanically turned his head toward Ging.

"Who taught you this kind of scam?"

Before Ging could speak, Razor had already stood up.

"The airship takes off in an hour."

Bai Zhu leaned back against his chair.

"I get airsick."

Dwun kindly reminded him.

"You said airships were more comfortable than cars when you came here."

"I was young and ignorant then."

Piyu slipped her phone back into her pocket, and her rabbit-ear hair tie swayed.

"Little brother, stop dragging this out. They called you out by name. You can't run."

Bai Zhu pointed at himself.

"People who owe rent don't have real-name registration. How could they recognize me?"

The meeting room speakers suddenly crackled.

The screen lit up automatically.

A line of text popped up from the monitoring post's returned records.

[Send the one who owes rent.]

The next second, another new line appeared beneath it.

[The one with feathers stuck in his head.]

Bai Zhu fell silent.

Ging glanced at the top of his head.

"Pretty real-name."

Bai Zhu grabbed the Silver-White Tail Feather.

"Can I pull it out now?"

Piyu immediately raised a hand.

"Don't pull it out randomly. It