As everyone fell silent in admiration, Su Yi saw that the moment was right and changed tack.
"Of course, I'd be lying if I said I didn't have an ulterior motive!"
"You've probably heard that my adorable little sage has developed a special way to fight the Steel Virus."
"I wanted to test how well it works. And if it succeeds, I might even sell it to the company and make some money down the line!"
Everyone present broke into warm, hearty laughter.
They felt genuine affection and gratitude for this supervisor, who was capable, funny, considerate toward his subordinates, and remarkably honest.
There was nothing wrong with wanting to make money.
But helping low-level employees suffer fewer casualties while doing it? That was rare.
After all, as a supervisor, he could have ordered them to risk their lives on his personal business.
Past supervisors of the Armed Department had done plenty of that!
On many missions, more low-level employees had died doing private work for their supervisor than carrying out the mission itself!
And the company had still footed the bill for their death benefits.
It was an unofficial perk the company tacitly granted to supervisors.
As long as you completed your mission, you were allowed to make a little money on the side!
After all, low-level employees were easy to replace.
Even with a sixty percent death rate over two years of service, countless people still fought tooth and nail to become company employees.
Because they had no other choice.
Didn't want the job?
The hundreds of thousands, even millions, of displaced people outside would fight to take it!
Then, under the gaze of the company employees, Mota and Rijia each led nine people to the edge of the mist.
The two teams of ten began patrolling on