The association knows, the association is investigating, hmm, the association is still investigating...
Everyone knows very well who's really behind the scenes.
Even if you're selling through the black market and Desert Market with no nas or labels, your Fluid Alchemy traces are totally visible!
But the key is...
After careful analysis and serious review by the association, it's really hard to find any fault with Ji Jue. He doesn't sell fake goods, doesn't overcharge, and doesn't conceal anything, even openly telling you this is a defect product, this is the price, no after-sales service, grab it and enjoy.
Is it really necessary to monitor just because soone has high production?
Isn't the association managing too much?
In the end, it was Chen Xingzhou who directly, through the association, packed all of Ji Jue's output and sold it to various states and cities, even reaching the Thousand Islands Empire.
As a result, after burning for a month, Ji Jue did the math and found out he only suffered a small loss of millions... Then what are you waiting for, keep burning!
—— Our coast is rich, with gold and silver mountains, never running out!
This joyful ti continued for a week.
Until a delivery arrived.
Special delivery, sent by the Taiyi Ring Craftsn Association, delivered directly into Ji Jue's hands.
The quarterly association magazine, considered craftsman welfare, but mostly filled with trivial content, with useful information only in the first few pages, essentially stuff to prop up a table leg.
Yet when Ji Jue flipped it open casually, he found a hole inside.
Just like the ingenious idea from an escape movie.
Inside was a mask, a number, a ti, and a place.
And, Jiang Tongguang's signature.
Ji Jue froze on the spot, then turned ecstatic.
Finally, sothing to do!
—— Punishnt Team, move out!
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A day later, Ji Jue, via the Star Core Association's Earth Veins transmission, appeared in a fishing port on an island in the Southern Thousand Islands, waiting at the port following the number.
Until under the dark sky, a fishing boat with the exact sa number slowly sailed over, reeking of stench and fish, docking at the shore.
Workers skillfully began offloading, boxing the fish catch, and after removing the cargo, the crew mbers jumped off one by one.
Until finally, a burly figure with white whiskers stepped out from the cabin, looked at the guest waiting on the shore, narrowed his eyes, and scrutinized carefully.
"Ji Jue?"
Ji Jue nodded, "It's ."
"Ca early, but that's fine."
The burly old man with a pipe nodded and pointed to the cabin behind him: "Departing at night, rest aboard for now. No need for to say much about phones and confidentiality, right?"
"How should I address you?" Ji Jue inquired.
"Retired for many years, telling you would only be embarrassing, just call Captain."
The old craftsman who called himself Captain sighed, shaking hands with him: "You'd better give yourself a code na, the workshop doesn't allow probing into others' identities or leaving records and entanglents. Even if you recognize them, pretend not to. Best to act as if nothing ever happened, it's better for everyone.
If you're not used to it, put on the mask."
"Got it."
Ji Jue nodded, not asking further.
No questions about the past or the future, everyone teaming up to get by... isn't that just a cozy environnt?
After all, it's the association, always practical, with the principle that everything looks the sa with the lights off!
Once stepping inside the cabin, the pervasive stench suddenly vanished.
The small fishing boat's interior was unexpectedly spacious like a grand hotel, with a lobby dozens of ters high... Already entering soone else's workshop, yet feeling no oppression at all.
Guided by Illusion Light, he found a room to rest without any anxiety, closing his eyes and drifting to sleep.
Like being ho.
The Captain watched, slightly dumbfounded.
Is this how carefree the association's newcors are now? Not worried at all about what others might do? Is it such trust in the association, or... do they sincerely not see this as trouble?
Anyway, at least not the kind to stir up trouble unnecessarily.
The Punishnt Team's work involves killing and arson, not daycare.
As for the subtle prickling sensation as if being watched, it didn't matter, the Captain averted his gaze, no longer looking.
Slept until evening, the ringing sound echoed, and the vivid wooden sculptures of birds in the display cabinet suddenly began to chirp, making a sound:
"All mbers present, before action begins, please proceed to the dining room for briefing. Avoid any disputes and conflicts, and wear a mask if necessary due to identity."
Mask?
Why wear a mask?
Ji Jue glanced at the mask in his hand, casually hanging it on his bag, washed his face, and boldly followed the guidance into the dining room, finding a random spot to sit.
Soon, footsteps sounded, one figure after another entered from outside the dining room.
One, two, three, four...
Including himself, five?
Ji Jue was slightly surprised by the number, five mbers from the Punishnt Team dispatched? And each emitting an Ember aura, more intense than his, with higher ranks obviously starting from transcendence, while he alone was rebirth, looking relatively humble.
Being selected by Jiang Tongguang into the Punishnt Team, they aren't amateurs, at least adept in their craft. Sending out five to attend to one person in one go?
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