"Wow, kid, your words are getting more offensive!"

After everyone left, in the break room next to the office, Lu Feng, who was watching the fun in front of the TV, just finished a skewer, wiped the mutton oil off his mouth, and clicked his tongue:

"If I were that jerk General, I'd probably bring my goons over right away to start a fight with you."

"Wouldn't that be perfect?"

Ji Jue pulled up a chair and sat down, picked up two skewers of lamb to grill, and after taking a beer, downed it in two gulps—just goes to show, being close to the Northern Mountain District, even someone like him who never touched alcohol got used to it after being influenced by the dining culture there.

Upon hearing this, he couldn't help but tease: "Scared?"

"Scared? Scared they won't bring enough people, okay?"

Lu Feng, shirtless and eating and drinking in front of the grill, was sweating all over, scratching the messy tattoos on his arm without a care.

What a joke.

Back in Central Earth, he did so many dirty and legit jobs that he was sick of it, almost killed so many kings and elite Empires, now he has guns, cannons, and armor, why would he fear a bunch of unknown little scumbags from the sea?

These days he's bored stiff in Xinquan, and merely swinging an electric baton at scavengers is no longer satisfying his ever-increasing spiritual and cultural needs. Right when he's worried about the campus not being violent enough, someone comes knocking to give him a warm-up session, he's more than happy.

Speaking of which, our number two really has tricks up their sleeve, never failing to disappoint in mischief!

With that sharp mouth, hatred was instigated to the fullest, even if that so-called General wanted to shrink away, he probably couldn't now.

Lu Feng grinned: "Tonight I'll adjust the posts and have people prepare 'surprises' for them."

"No rush, you can rest tonight."

Ji Jue calmly flipped the lamb, and since the blessing of Blood of the Melting Furnace and Unquenchable Firewood came, even his grilling skills have improved, each skewer tender and juicy, full of aroma.

"You sure?" Lu Feng doubted.

"Wasn't sure before, but am now."

Ji Jue brushed on the oil, sighed with regret: "If I were them, I'd definitely not bring random stuff picked up outside back..."

With the sizzling sound of dripping grease, the flames rose, illuminating those pitch-black eyes.

Cold and emotionless.

"Who knows what kind of spices are in there, right?"

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That broken-down car sped away after leaving Xinquan.

From start to finish, the car was dead silent, no one spoke, Golden Teeth Baldwin and Feng Ming didn't even dare breathe loudly, holding their breaths, afraid that saying the wrong word would get them dragged back hanging outside the car.

Tu Sihai in the front passenger seat silently pressed the box on his knee, tapping his fingers sporadically, as if absent-minded. Once the warm and friendly smile faded, a familiar sinister and ruthless expression surfaced on his face.

After peeling off the disguise of the fake beard, he rubbed off a layer of grease from his face, his skin instantly paled considerably. After taking off the contact lenses, and pulling off his hair, curls were exposed.

Tu Sihai was indeed his name, but there can be many names for a person, just like there can be many identities.

He indeed was the manager of Long Island Chamber of Commerce, but Long Island Chamber of Commerce was just a front for the Blood-washing Fleet for laundering, bribery, and money laundering operations. For the sake of disguise, he retained the identity of an ordinary person, never undergoing Upper-level Summoning, but his position in the fleet was just below the top ranks, even participating in high-level fleet meetings.

Lost in thought, Tu Sihai's actions suddenly paused for an instant.

"Stop the car—"

The driver, Golden Teeth, was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly stepped on the brakes, and then watched as Tu Sihai got out of the car with a box, and then, after taking out a skull, unhesitatingly disposed of the box in the wild.

After taking out the skull, he handed it to Golden Teeth: "Check it thoroughly to see if there are any problems."

Only after Golden Teeth repeatedly confirmed that they were merely a few skulls with leftover spiritual residue did he slightly relax. Then he took out a box with spiritual restrains set by a craftsman from the car and put the skull into it.

To be prudent, he should have discarded even the skull, but he didn't have that authority. As Xinquan's return and gift, it had to be presented before the General.

Even though the General would be furious, he might be punished for it.

But there'd be an opportunity to pass the blame.

If he acted on his own, even if the General didn't say anything right away, it might become a disaster someday when the General became dissatisfied.

Being someone's lackey has its inconveniences.

Dignity and freedom are nowhere to be found in Tian Yuan, and even less outside Tian Yuan.

Tu Sihai silently smoked a cigar, turning back to look once more at the now indistinct lights of Xinquan in the distance.

Soon, they resumed their journey.

Speeding all the way to the shore, they left the car, drenched it in gasoline, and then dragged a speedboat out from a nearby cave, disappearing into the dense fog of the sea.

Two hours later, in the high seas outside the Federation, a rusty large fishing boat received the light signal from afar, the sentry lowered his gun, reaching back.

In the sea fog, the speedboat slowly approached, and soon the people on it boarded the ship via a rope ladder.

Treading on the rotten fishing nets on the deck that haven't been used for years, they quickly entered the ship's cabin below the deck, where it was brightly lit, filled with the smell of alcohol, mixed with blasting music.

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