So, here's the problem. As a lackey of the Federation garrison, a representative of Sea Tide Military Industry, and recently having dragged everyone into Heaven and Earth Sa Life, I'm the notorious Tower City whirlwind... How am I supposed to get in?
You can't even imagine it happening, right?
Especially since my abilities aren't a secret at all, widely known, posing a significant threat to the army's guarantee system.
I bet if I even show a hint of activity near the Imperial Garrison Base, the Imperial Secret Bureau would probably set off the alarm directly.
Ji Jue frowned and sighed helplessly.
Still too young.
Played the good card too soon. Otherwise, I could have had the Evil Cult stage another attack, stirring trouble, and seeking another opportunity...
Lu Changsheng's disguise is too tied up, probably can't use it either.
This sort of thing must be resolved as quickly and securely as possible before anyone reacts, and if you recklessly startle the snake, you'll just miss the opportunity.
Still needs to be carefully considered...
He pondered, limping while pushing the cart, and turned a corner, intending to head back.
Yet he suddenly felt a breeze behind his head.
It landed on his neck.
Coldness crept in.
Then, a reasonable but delayed fearful reaction began to appear on him; the hunched old man fearfully tugged at his own collar, and then, he discovered that what had dropped into his neckline was an Imperial copper coin.
"Hey, Old Deng, you, co here..."
Not far away, at a bustling Central Earth pilaf stand, several burly n looked over, still wearing Imperial military uniforms, their faces already flushed from drinking. One of them, who had thrown the copper coin, was waving at him: "How much for the fruit?"
"Ah, ah, coming, sir."
The hunched old man hurriedly squeezed out a submissive smile, pushing the cart over: "All fresh, fresh, just picked from my own garden this morning. We have apples, persimmons, durians, and grapes, plus Gold fruit and lemons, cold yogurt mixed with honey, a Victory Army recipe!"
"Don't friggin' babble, the Victory Army's been dead awhile now." The man asking waved his hand impatiently, cutting him off: "Be quick, how much?"
The old man hurriedly raised his hand: "Five, four, four As!"
"Fine, I'm happy, no need to give change, just take this."
The tattooed man grabbed a handful of copper coins from his pocket and tossed them over generously, looking like he didn't care about money.
"Alright, alright, thank you, sir!"
The old man gratefully moved closer, accepting with both hands, but couldn't help cursing...it's only five or six, not much at all, stingy as hell while pretending otherwise!
More importantly...
Under the dim light, Ji Jue couldn't help but squint his eyes, scrutinizing the face: "Hmm?"
"Hmm?"
The group of rcenaries with dreadlocks burped, noticing the old man's change in gaze, instinctively looked over, frowning, realizing they hadn't seen this Old Deng before.
Those eyes, why do they make people's hearts uneasy?
Oh no, could he be here for revenge?
"Hmm..."
Ji Jue examined the increasingly familiar face, his gaze growing more aningful, suddenly grinned despite himself.
So familiar.
"Hmm?!"
At that mont, while still foolishly grinning, Tang Qian finally sensed sothing amiss.
Instinctively, his eyes widened.
Before his eyes, couldn't help but darken...
Damn you, Ji! Just because I charged a dozen extra Gold Coins, you had to chase all the way to Central Earth!
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