The other end of the line was silent for over ten seconds.
Only then did Gela Jiang speak leisurely.
"Smuggling what?"
"A few terminals, some reconnaissance equipment, and the necessary repair tools."
"What about weapons?"
"A little."
"And people?"
Bai Zhu glanced at Milluki.
"No one!"
Bai Zhu turned away and lowered his phone.
"Not for the moment."
"What do you mean, not for the moment?"
"Let me do some persuading first."
Gela Jiang did not press the matter after hearing that and merely gave him an address.
"I'll contact you when I reach the Republic of Lokario. Find a way to get the stuff to the capital; I'll handle the rest. Security at the NGL border is tight. I can't guarantee I'll get all of it through."
"Old Jiang, you're a real one."
"Cut it out. And my surname isn't Jiang."
"Got it, Old Jiang."
The other side hung up immediately.
After Bai Zhu finished the call, Milluki, who had been playing games nearby, noticed something off about him.
"Did you just look at me?"
"No."
"You definitely looked at me."
"I was looking at the model behind you."
Milluki turned around to check, then immediately moved several limited-edition figures deeper into the cabinet.
"I'll say it again. I'm not going to NGL."
"Got it."
"Don't agree so quickly."
"I respect personal choices."
"Hearing that come out of your mouth makes me even less reassured."
Bai Zhu did not explain further.
For the next ten-odd days, he truly did not mention NGL again.
Life at the Zoldyck estate was even more comfortable than he had expected.
Every morning, the butlers delivered breakfast to his room. Clothes left outside the door would be washed and returned within half an hour. If he wanted something for dinner, all he had to