Wings of Freedom!

(Extra chapter 3/4 for Alliance Leader Xiaoyao Jianxian123. Two more updates tonight.)

Having cleaned up, Mu Fan appeared aboard the Flying Dragon once more. This time, however, he was not participating as a prospective member, but as a "not-quite-official official" member of the Flying Dragon.

Because the word "official" was still under negotiation.

The group sat around the long table in the smoke-filled command room, all eyes fixed on the two ends of the table.

In twenty minutes, Falcon had already smoked five cigars, and his eyes were beginning to turn red.

"Kid, are you really not considering becoming an official member of the Flying Dragon? Once you join, you'll hold an official Federation major's rank. Your authority will be treated as that of a colonel or above. You'll have the privilege of carrying weapons into and out of the Prime Minister's Office, and the resources you can mobilize will far exceed anything you can imagine. The true strength of s Squad is absolutely beyond your imagination!"

This middle-aged uncle was genuinely irritated. This kid was like a piece of gristle.

No matter how hard you chopped at it, it remained completely unharmed. He just kept beating around the bush.

Since Mu Fan had sat down here, Falcon's psychological pressure, emotional appeals, and temptations of profit had all been useless!

Falcon, who had killed as he pleased across the stars, felt a special kind of frustration for the first time.

It was like having an incredibly powerful mech right in front of you. All the paperwork had been completed, and you had been told you could take it away, yet you could only leave it in the warehouse and stare at it, without even having permission to open it.

The feeling made every inch of him uncomfortable.

So he could