Cut the Crap

If someone had been standing inside the Mountain Cave, they would have heard those clear footsteps.

Unhurried and unhurried, Mu Fan quietly surveyed the natural cave.

Other than the entrance he had come through, there was no other exit.

Kunton had really picked a fine place for himself.

Mm, a very fine graveyard.

Stopping outside the Secret Chamber, which was half the size of a heavy truck, Mu Fan tilted his head and silently examined the Alloy Door, which combined voiceprint, iris, and palm-print recognition.

Then, with an unchanged expression, he reached out, gripped the handle, and gave it a light pull.

The door opened.

Inside the Secret Chamber, Colonel Kunton was browsing the real-time precious metal prices of the Xinqiluo Business Alliance, his eyes brimming with barely restrained excitement.

Affected by wars on multiple fronts, the prices of rare precious metals had remained on an upward trend. During the few days he had delayed, prices had actually risen by another 47%.

Rubbing his hands together, Colonel Kunton tapped the control panel, and another light screen projection appeared in the lower-left corner.

This was the output distribution chart for the rare earth mining sites in the Fire Hills Area. Just seeing those figures that had yet to be fully compiled made Colonel Kunton's breathing quicken.

The value of the resources here was no longer measured in hundreds of millions. If they were all extracted, these assets would be enough to push a politician into becoming the speaker of an important planet!

Those idiots from the 104th Division were sitting on a mountain of gold without knowing how to mine it. Only in his hands would these resources not go to waste.

The master behind him was that terrifying family that had entrenched itself within the Federation Military for nearly