The Celestial Craft Repair Factory is indeed large, with deep connections at all levels, but... in the end, they are just businessn.
No one can be sure if Terry and Jian Lei are the Ultimate Warriors, but does this matter?
The key is that the other side has shown imnse destructive power.
That’s right, during the City Guard’s inspection in the day, there were only Terry and Jian Lei in the courtyard, but aren’t reinforcents allowed?
Having one or two Ultimate Warriors in the reinforcents isn’t that rare, right?
After running around all morning, the old man had to admit defeat, so he asked soone to pass a ssage to Mr. Terry, hoping to sweep this matter under the rug.
The ssenger had a thought, too: Aren’t you even planning to compensate the other side a bit?
"Then Celestial Craft might as well just close shop!" the old man gritted his teeth, "We’ve already suffered significant losses this ti!"
The ssenger laughed upon hearing this, "This is all your own doing... Give a hundred thousand silver coins, and I’ll help you settle this matter."
The old man pondered, Celestial Craft was not short of money; the reason they did not want to compensate was because of a matter of pride.
Now that soone was willing to help settle things, paying wasn’t an issue, even if it was a bit expensive.
The key was that he knew the person in front of him truly had influence, with extensive connections in Central City.
He began to negotiate, closing the deal at eighty thousand silver coins—half upfront, and the other half in six months.
This person smiled indifferently and turned to leave.
That afternoon, the news spread quickly, and the old man found out imdiately: Terry appeared again!
No one still knew where Jian Lei was, but Terry was swaggering openly near the contact point.
This was a very clear signal: even if the other side wasn’t trying to threaten Celestial Craft, they certainly were not afraid of trouble.
The one who wanted to settle things was taken aback when he heard this, "This guy is a bit ostentatious... No news on Jian Lei?"
Qu Jianlei and Flower Scorpion hadn’t even entered the city suburbs yet, and they were still wandering around in their heavy-duty truck.
The truck was loaded with sensitive items; most of these spoils needed to be sold outside the city.
There were also so weapons and other materials that had to be sneaked into the city, bit by bit, at night.
It took them a full three days to completely digest the gains from this operation.
Then Flower Scorpion drove back, while Qu Jianlei waited for the night to quietly infiltrate the city outskirts.
During these three days, more than one group approached Terry, hoping to have Master Jian Lei co out and repair so equipnt.
Terry declined them all decisively, saying that Jian Lei was working on a project and couldn’t spare ti.
Those with insight speculated whether the battle outside the city injured Jian Lei.
On the fourth day, Bentley t Qu Jianlei at ho and then announced to the public: jobs are welco, first pay upfront!
Those sensitive people imdiately guessed: this Jian Lei really wasn’t injured.
The one who wanted to settle things directly approached Bentley after hearing this.
"I am the Mountain Master, friendly with Haihe from Lucky Workshop. I wonder if Mr. Terry has heard of ?"
Haihe was once Bentley’s smuggling partner, who whitewashed himself after making enough money.
However, after going legit, he didn’t run any serious business; instead, he opened a high-end bar called Lucky Workshop.
In the bar, selling drinks was never the focus, making money mainly by selling shoes at Lucky Workshop.
"I’ve heard of you," Bentley gave him a sidelong glance. He had indeed heard of this person.
Mountain Master was famous in the underground world of Houjing, mainly engaged in... smuggling too, actually.
But his smuggling ga was bigger than Bentley’s back in the day, because he wasn’t wanted himself and dared to take on any business.
So say he is an agent of so force in Central City,
This rumor may not be entirely accurate, but it’s certain that his connections in Central City are not lacking.
However, Bentley did not regard this person highly, because... in the end, he was just a native of the Celestial District.
People from Central City have deeply ingrained discrimination against other Gathering Areas.
But Bentley didn’t underestimate the other either.
Having been involved in smuggling for quite a long ti, he knew those who could survive in that trade were definitely not to be trifled with.
So he looked at the other with a mild expression, not responding—say what you want to say.
As expected, difficult! The other slightly furrowed his brow but didn’t mind too much, "I’m always a low-key guy, treat others kindly."
"I’ve heard, Mountain Master is always low-key," Qu Jianlei nodded indifferently, "It has to do with the profession."
In cargo transport—illegal kind, if one isn’t low-key, isn’t that courting disaster?
"I’ll be straight," Mountain Master frankly stated, "I heard there was a little misunderstanding between you and Celestial Craft?"
"You call this a misunderstanding?" Bentley looked at him weirdly—you little crew want a change of leadership, huh?
"Okay, Celestial Craft offended you," Mountain Master quickly corrected, "I used the wrong term, please forgive ."
"Bullshit wrong term," Bentley laughed indifferently, "This is child’s play for ."
"They just want to test my tolerance limit... in the end, they lack confidence."
The Mountain Master wasn’t angry; the world of smugglers had lots of tricks, and these small tactics were nothing significant.
He nonchalantly stated, "Both of you have pretty strong capabilities, mutual destruction wouldn’t be good..."
"So I intend to diate, could you give so face and let this matter go?"
"Do you really think your face is that valuable?" Bentley looked at him with an odd expression, "Are you from Central City?"
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