Outside the workshop, Ji Jue glanced up at the cloudy sky and smiled silently.

"Is the Dragon Head here to persuade me to turn back before it's too late?"

After a slight pause, he asked curiously, "Or are you planning to bet alongside me?"

"Hey, it's you, kid..."

Chen Xingzhou grinned, seemingly patting his knee, amused: "Trying to drag me into the water already? Planned this long ago? Aren't you worried that I might not take the bait?"

To this, Ji Jue replied indifferently, "It doesn't matter staying out of it, but are you sure you won't follow?"

Such a good opportunity was laid before Chen Xingzhou.

As a newly appointed Dragon Head, the representative of Cliff City's Desert Market, how could he better establish his authority, or even expand the territory... Is there a better way than a battle where heads roll, life and death struggle, and ultimate victory?

Now that Chen Xingzhou had invested in Haichao Industries, tying himself to the entire Hai Province, he certainly couldn't do those unscrupulous things like Lei Wuye once did.

Not only can he not do them, but he also has to stand out boldly against these Water Ghosts coming ashore, issue warnings, and tell them that those who cross the line will die.

At this moment, such a good opportunity is presented to him by Ji Jue, how could he not be tempted?

To this, Chen Xingzhou could only sigh lightly:

"It's a pity you don't play the White Deer."

"Tian Yuan says the same." Ji Jue shrugged, sighed regretfully.

Since there's mutual affection, naturally, they'll hit it off, no need for unnecessary probing and testing, Chen Xingzhou decisively said: "Old Lin will bring people over tomorrow, I've instructed them to follow your commands for everything."

Ji Jue smiled: "Thank you for the support."

"Among friends, why be polite?" Chen Xingzhou's tone became even more amicable: "However, let me be frank, the Desert Market belongs to the Desert Market."

"Just now you said among friends not to be polite, and now you're settling accounts?"

Ji Jue shook his head with emotion but didn't refuse, simply telling him, "The Desert Market belongs to the Desert Market, the Security Bureau belongs to the Security Bureau."

Thus, Chen Xingzhou understood:

"The rest belongs to you?"

"Why would I want those scraps?" Ji Jue shook his head indifferently: "Of the worthless junk, please ask Yubo to help me clean up, I'm not interested in what's useful."

"...Then what do you actually want?"

"Yes, what do I want?"

He reflected, looking up at the rain and gloom in the sky, as if contemplating, then smiled.

"I want them dead."

Dead, dead, dead, dead, dead!

What he wants is just that simple.

Why should a bunch of Water Ghosts from God knows where run rampant, treating Xinquan like their own backyard, taking and taking?

Why should he, who has worked hard, finally build a foundation and framework from the ruins in Spring City, be made to beg by some random useless General?

Why should Tao Gong, having given everything, burning the soul to the last, leaving behind a thin hope and soil, be so contemptuously trampled by a bunch of trash?

And why should these incompetent imbeciles come before me, seeking to annoy?!

Just as the Heavenly Furnace once said, akin to the Sin of Embers.

So-called craftsmen are like this, whether despicable or noble, carrying arrogance and self-esteem in their bones, even — self-righteousness!

Indeed, the matters of the world are too numerous, too big, too chaotic, Ji Jue as a small craftsman can't dictate, the distance so far that you can't measure with reason.

But if limited only to this small wilderness of Hai Province...

The matters of this wilderness that those incompetents can do, can't I do them as well!

Thus, Ji Jue extended his hand.

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