"Black Fire Weapons Company, as I've ntioned before."
Mu Fan looked quietly ahead at the approaching figure, pouring another gulp of strong liquor down his throat, letting the fiery burn scorch his throat and vaporize his eyes.
Seven days of decadence, seven days of rushing about.
It's not that the ti was too long, but rather too short.
In the cold and silent hall of Shadow Island, Mu Fan had countless tis gazed up at the ceiling, questioning himself repeatedly.
Now, when he opens and closes his eyes, scenes from the Capital Star keep flashing in his mind.
Like photographs reappearing in his mind, one by one...
Two Sky Communication calls.
Two voices.
After that, Mu Fan journeyed through the starry skies, learning to savor strong liquor.
It wasn't the drunken escapism of alcohol dulling the mind, but rather the intense fiery stimulation that made him forget all weariness.
The aftereffect of burning blood was that Mu Fan's face grew increasingly mature.
As for whether it would reduce his lifespan by five or ten years, what of it?
Mu Fan watched the amber liquid swirling in the bottle and grinned as he drank it all in one go.
"What kind of joke is this! Where would we even get the ans to sell arms!" In the cigarette-butt-strewn apartnt, White Hair's hand twitched, ripping his collar, yet his eyes remained fierce as he tossed the torn fabric to the ground.
"Doesn't matter, since you brought it up, let's sell! This kind of business just sounds exciting, this is exactly the kind of life I, for one, want; walking around with the label of a big arms dealer on my head, that's just... exhilarating!"
White Hair grew increasingly excited, clenching his fists tightly, eyes filled with a kind of frenzy.
This action made the fat man's whole body bristle.
Why could he never see the limits of White Hair's bottomlessness, like a bottomless pit?
But to say the least, a big arms dealer like Harry does sound pretty cool.
The fat man scratched his chin unconsciously, his eyes drifting slightly.
Mu Fan had already raised his eyes, locking gazes with the eyes of the flower-shirted man ten ters away.
A smile crept up his face.
"I'll provide the weapons. After all, traveling abroad, you always need sothing for self-defense."
There was one thing he didn't ntion, that Black had reported in detail every action of the four during these days to Mu Fan.
The efforts these companions made to find him, the struggles to await his return, united against a common enemy from start to finish.
Until the very end, none had wavered in their resolve.
It was this that decided Mu Fan's decision about Black Fire Weapons Company could finally be put on the agenda.
Split into two major opposing forces, with a thousand planets entrenched against each other, the Federation finally disrupted the peace in this vast starry sky.
Arms trade, in tis of war, is absolutely the most profitable business.
No doubt about it.
Shadow Island would need talent and funds to develop and expand.
Relying solely on Mu Fan's utterly business-incapable mind, resources might only hit a bottleneck and have to resort to plunder for recovery.
That would certainly add many variables to the future.
The expansion of the weapons company, widening of trade scope, and intelligence brought by arms channels, would be colossal.
It was undoubtedly a win-win situation.
Provided, of course, that the arms company could keep afloat.
"You and Gu, you guys are simply... talented. How co I, for so many days, never realized you also had the capital to sell arms?" White Hair chattered on, his mind briefly flashing images of the Dark Gold Single Soldier Armor tearing through, and the Shura destroying the S-Class cha in one blow, before slapping himself, "Forget I said anything."
"Hahaha!"
The apartnt instantly erupted with unrestrained laughter.
"In the initial stages, expanding channels, you can first set up a contact point, send it directly to my Sky Communication, everything will be encrypted, rest assured. Then I'll send over so supplies."
Hearing Mu Fan's calm yet earnest words, the four's eyes simultaneously lit up.
Especially Li Xiaoxi, perhaps the most obedient among the four, now feeling his throat slightly dry, blood boiling.
In the blink of an eye, he seed to see countless opportunities in this grand Star Sea era!
Destiny had truly favored him.
Would he leave his mark in this era of countless geniuses rising?
For a mont, quiet breaths filled the apartnt.
Their eyes were slightly red.
Mu Fan was serious, seriously so!
The most important thing was, Mu Fan has never spoken empty words.
"I have so matters here, we'll contact later."
Mu Fan's pupils had already reflected the swaggering figure of the sunglassed man.
"No problem."
The apartnt was instantly filled with jubilant shouts, quickly followed by the fat man's cursing.
"Damn it, you promiscuous thing, can you stop throwing stuff around? All those cigarette butts, it's freaking on fire!"
"...Better put out the fire first."
"No more talking, Mu Fan, let's set a ti to et... uh, the apartnt's on fire!"
Without bothering to disconnect the Sky Communication, Mu Fan's ears picked up the chaotic sounds from the bustling room, filled with White Hair's swearing about how even a rag could cause fire.
The sound of everyone frantically working together clearly presented in his ears as well.
That kind of friendship, tried by hardships yet retaining their hearts, instantly brought back mories of their days of camaraderie and laughter.
No matter where he was, having them around always made it feel...
Really good.
[Thank you...]
"What business? How about sharing it so more friends give you more opportunities?" The flower-shirted figure removed his sunglasses, revealing round blue eyes, with rough dark skin around the eyes, lending him an indescribable sense of eeriness.
The round eyes and strange facial skin clearly indicated this was not a human of the Federation.
He was likely from so Outer Domain Galaxy race, or perhaps a hybrid between other races and Federation humans.
Mu Fan squinted his eyes, sensing an unpleasant aura from this person.
That gaze, like a butcher asuring at, combined with a faintly bloody scent.
"I am called Jude, people who know refer to as Old Master Jude. Among the 420 bars on the Ancient Steel Star, the Gold Miner is the most unique, because everyone coming in is looking for sothing, especially since the Federation got so chaotic, the Outer Domain Galaxy suddenly beca a hotspot."
"Brother's been sitting here half an hour without making a move, got curious. Just ca over, and I overheard so business talk, any way we can partner up and make money?"
Jude kicked aside a wooden chair and unceremoniously sat with a dancer in his arms.
Then he examined Mu Fan with the sa frivolous eyes, a certain dangerous glint in his gaze.
Mu Fan looked up at him, placing the bottle down.
And lightly let out a word.
"Scram."
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