Blue Star, Great Xia.
The military factory in the Tiangang Underground City.
Rumble!
Whir-
The piercing roar of machinery nearly shattered their eardrums.
The air was thick with the smell of scalding engine oil, mingled with the scent of scorched metal.
Along a production line with no end in sight, hundreds of mechanical arms danced wildly, sending cutting sparks flying everywhere.
"Get your fucking asses moving!"
Workshop supervisor Wang Jianguo was in his fifties, his hard hat tilted to one side, his voice louder than the machinery.
He raised his foot and kicked a young worker dozing beside him in the backside.
"Wake up! You trying to get yourself killed?"
The young worker jolted in fright and abruptly straightened.
"B-Boss Wang."
"So you still know I'm your boss?"
Wang Jianguo's eyes bulged like brass bells as he seized the young worker by the collar.
"Look at you! The front line's practically shooting the Demon Clan full of holes, and you've still got the mind to sleep here?"
"I... I was wrong, Boss Wang."
The young worker's head was almost buried in his chest.
"I was just watching the news last night, and things over on Terra... I was a little worried. I couldn't sleep all night, so..."
"Is that your fucking business to worry about?"
Wang Jianguo released him and pointed at the rows of missiles fresh off the line, still gleaming with a cold metallic sheen.
"See those? Those things!"
"Every minute they're late getting to the front could mean another hundred of our fine lads dead!"
He reached out again and jabbed the young worker in the chest.
"Listen up, kid! Those aren't screws you're tightening. Those are the lives of our brothers on the front line!"
"From now on, if any fucker dares slack off again, I'll