Chapter 109: We Just Simply Want to Follow the Boss

Chapter 109: Chapter 109: We Just Simply Want to Follow the Boss

Compared to the maritime checkpoints, it’s easier to cross overland, though you’ll still run into resistance. It’s not impossible, but the downside is—it’s far.

After considering it, the group agreed the plan had to go ahead. Fall behind, get beaten—Team Blue’s been suffering because they move too slow.

In a couple hours it’ll be dawn. Plan set, they’re going to rest for two hours and check in with the commander back on shore, get approval before moving out.

A fire burns in the middle while both squads rest back-to-back.

Dane is lying on his side, hugging his knees, eyes shut.

Jay Monroe and Renee Morgan are partners—no gender drama. They nap back-to-back to catch up on sleep.

But in the end, Renee was just too uncomfy, so she fumbled around in the dark for a few coconut leaves, laid them out, and crashed on them instead.

By dawn, everyone was sprawled all over the place, waking up at the slightest noise.

After a short nap, Dane was fresh and ready. He washed up, then woke everyone: "Five minutes! Get ready to roll out."

"..."

When Renee opened her eyes, her head was still pillowed on a drafty coconut leaf, but all the other leaves were under Jay Monroe.

Renee Morgan: "..." Useless teammate.

Knowing Team Red hadn’t fully left the sea yet, Renee worried they’d be intercepted halfway. Using the sandy ground, she drew up a coastal route map.

She picked up a stick and started sketching in the sand, swift and skilled. Soon, a lively island map appeared, every stroke clearly outlining both team’s checkpoints and nearby islands you could dock at.

Jay Monroe glanced at the map, then at Renee: "Renee Morgan, aren’t you an acting major?"

If he hadn’t witnessed it himself, he’d have sworn she used some AI to draw this stuff.

That blueprint—they’ve seen it before.

That’s why it’s surprising. Back at the conference room, they’d seen this Seabrook terrain map, but that was a 3D version on an electronic screen.

Dane didn’t speak, but his ears perked up and he eyed Renee, full of curiosity.

"Mm..." Renee waved the stick, then patted her palm, ready to explain: "I’m a new grad, just a rookie actor. When I was a kid, got obsessed with movies, told my family I wanted to act—my mom was super supportive, signed me up for tons of arts classes..."

She tried everything—music, chess, calligraphy, painting. Painting was the one she practiced hardest all these years, simply because she loved it.

But she never expected, those artsy skills were useless. Right before college entrance exams, she got into B Film Academy as a special martial arts recruit for performance studies.

When Jay Monroe heard "rookie actor," his eyes sparkled: "Renee Morgan, I’m telling you, you shouldn’t act. Forget showbiz—come with me to Freyos! Anything you want, you can get there."

Renee: "..." That’s a huge pie.

Dane didn’t expect someone this talented to use her skills on acting? 𝑓𝑟ℯℴ𝓂

Isn’t that like using a sledgehammer to kill a chicken?

Dane, who had kept silent, suddenly squeezed in front of Renee, letting out, "How much does a rookie actor make?"

Renee thought about the best role she got after graduating—a tiny supporting part; "Average...like...400 RMB a day?"

Actually, when newbies shoot, the pay isn’t much. Later, when you get famous, it climbs.

Jay Monroe took a sharp breath—400 RMB a day!? What kind of cheap labor is that?

Jay Monroe thought: No way I’m letting her slip away!!

Dane frowned—this strong a talent, and she’s getting paid daily, and just 400 RMB?

He couldn’t stand her being that poor!!

Jay Monroe sighed, lamenting her wasted potential, earnestly persuading: "Come with me to Freyos. Forget 400 RMB—I’ll shower you with endless wealth. In just a few years, you’ll be one of the most powerful women on the global list."

Dane thought Jay Monroe was tacky, so he opted to out-tacky him: "I own a listed company—with fifty percent shares. You can have them all. Just join our organization in Freyos."

Jay Monroe’s eyes bulged. This mad dog—is this how you poach people?

Jay Monroe looked at Renee: "Renee Morgan, Morgan—no, Renee...with our friendship, surely you wouldn’t leave with Dane, right?"

Renee shook her head without hesitation.

Dane’s face went dark: "Renee Morgan, you think Jay Monroe can protect you? I know there’s an old Z proverb—good birds choose good trees. You only get far with the right leader."

Renee shook her head even faster.

Dane secretly sighed in relief, about to say more, but Renee pointed her stick at them, righteously: "How many people have you scammed, exactly?"

Jay Monroe and Dane froze, pure disbelief—"..."

Renee let out a cold laugh: "If this is your MO, I’d advise you to turn yourselves in ASAP."

Jay Monroe snapped out of his disbelief, still confused: "What do you have worth scamming?"

Renee, annoyed, shot back: "I have a waist, okay!"

Jay Monroe and Dane’s pupils dilated at the same time—what does she take them for?

Are they lacking waists?

What they’re short on are elite talents, all right!

Livestream chat: [...]

[I’ll shower you with endless wealth...]

[One of the most powerful women on the global list...]

[Fifty percent shares of a listed company...]

[...]

Did they really buy that?

[Um, bosses—would we qualify?]

[We don’t need all that stuff, we’re very low-maintenance, don’t expect much, not even high pay. We literally just want to tag along with the bosses. Any chance?]

[Yeah yeah yeah, we totally admire you two, gods among gold-haters. If you need, we’ll show up overnight, ready to report in by morning!]

[...]

Netizens overseas are more measured, rationally chiming in:

[Endless wealth? Renee doesn’t need your charity—she can earn it herself.]

[Global list’s top powerful women? In a few years? Why wait—Renee is already there!]

The influence of the base pass—they know it well, just probably haven’t considered this angle.

[Fifty percent shares—trying to tie down Renee with that? Cheap!]

They admit they’re seriously tempted, but their goddess is way out of their league.

The whole way, Jay Monroe kept trying to explain, but Renee remained unmoved.

Leaning against his chair, elbow on the ship railing, Jay Monroe nonchalantly stroked his sharp chin: "Renee Morgan, I’m giving you a chance, if you change your mind after we leave base, just give me a call anytime."