Chapter 1831 - 941: Unlucky Times, Enemies on a Narrow Path (Part 2)

After finishing the checklist, hammer down from top to bottom, even if you can't hit anything, isn't that still a way to get some exercise?

So, calling names and selecting soldiers...

Among so many enemies, at this critical moment, who would be in such a hurry, who would be like ants on a hot pot, who would be the ones who can't stand New Spring, Coast, and the Southeast Commerce Alliance being good?

Mr. Han, look at you, so anxious again.

I haven't even said it's you yet!

Ji Jue pinched his chin and started to chuckle softly.

Anxious.

To be fair, if I were Han Hui, I too would be anxious, anxious enough to smack a passing dog across the face.

The current Southeast Commerce Alliance is practically following the path and direction that he set for the Hanhai Alliance, replicating it step by step, moving forward by trampling on his head... Yet, now New Spring is brimming with vitality, everything is bustling and competing, while East City remains in chaos, things are a mess over there, not even finished reorganizing.

The market is only so big, opportunities are only so many, while one prospers, another wanes, the more Chen Xingzhou wins, the more he loses miserably.

At this crucial moment, how could anyone watch them take his money and follow his plan and direction, wearing the wedding robes he embroidered over many years onto themselves?

Even if Han Hui can endure, other supporters cannot bear it, cannot tolerate it, and cannot wait!

They would even pressure him to act.

He must respond, must take action, must gain something.

No more enduring quietly.

Yet, the situation being what it is, the more he moves, the more mistakes he'll make... Since he's already at a disadvantage, he must first grit his teeth and climb out of the pit, gather strength and talk about other things later.

Even if it takes ten or twenty years to revenge and remove hatred, it won't be late.

But everyone cannot wait.

If it were in the past, Han Hui might have relied on his own authority and reputation to suppress and control, even as the leader, being the final voice.

Unfortunately, after the credit collapse, rebuilding wasn't an overnight task, and once the power of speech is lost, getting it back becomes increasingly difficult.

Moreover, there's Ji Jue, that scoundrel doing the Well-push-stone.

Now, the dignified Desert Market representative actually seems like a Puppet being pushed forward by people behind him, unable to act independently.

"Truly pitiful."

Ji Jue glanced at numerous records on the screen, all the small and big accidents and attacks Coast encountered these days, his brows slowly raised.

Gradually confused.

After all, as East City's Desert Market representative, if he wants to act, he should naturally use any means possible, sparing no effort, so why would he just rely on such a bunch of small-time players to give him insignificant troubles?

Can't possibly be just like this, no?

As Ji Jue was pondering, felt a vibration in his chest, and the screen lit up.

"Hmm?"

Tong Ting, calling.

As soon as the call connected, he heard the voice from the other side: "Ji Jue, are you free?"

"Naturally, I'm free."

Ji Jue nodded, "Uncle Ting, please speak."

"Send a missile."

He said, "For cleanup."

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"Passengers to Federation Tide City, your KD401 Flying Airship flight is about to depart... Please proceed to the gate for ticket checking, thank you... Passengers to Federation Tide City..."

At Gray Port's airport, the air echoed with bilingual broadcasts in Federation and Empire languages, but there were barely any figures in front of the boarding gate.

A dashing middle-aged businessman with a briefcase slowly walked out of the restroom, just in time before the boarding deadline, entering the passage.

Beneath his golden glasses, his smile was warm.

"A fake identity has already been prepared for you, remember to destroy your phone before entering Federation territory."

A voice from the intermediary came through his earphones: "Find your own way to New Spring, it's quite lively there recently, not hard at all... But that place is quite dodgy, many have already stumbled there, Viper, be careful."

"Rest assured, tell the employer, I'm a professional, just wait to read the newspaper."

Disguised as a businessman, Viper smiled slightly and hung up the phone, his brows furrowed slightly, smelling the engine oil floating in the airship passage.

This type of old model, the air filters were almost ready to be scrapped.

Now, during takeoff, the entire airship vibrates as if it's about to fall apart.

If it weren't for the storm delaying the schedule for too long, rushing for time, he wouldn't even consider these small company's cheap flights, not to mention the lack of service, not even having a first-class...

He wiped the armrest of the seat with a handkerchief, which left a black mark as his eye twitched, sighing silently.

Oh well.

He picked up his briefcase, turned to walk towards the stairs.

He planned to spend time in the lounge until landing, even if it meant spending more money.

But, having taken only two steps, he saw a large lock hanging on the door leading to the sky lounge, rusty with a piece of paper posted on the door.

[Service suspended due to staff shortage]

Damn it, can't even have a resting area, your company might as well go bankrupt!

His face turned dark, suppressing his anger, intending to ask the crew, but two fierce oldwomen that looked like flight attendants were chewing betel nut, speaking dialect, completely ignoring him.

Making his fingers itch to the point where he almost couldn't resist digging open her throat.

Throughout, the polite smile on his face didn't change in any way, he chose to restrain himself, turning away, then, the smile almost stiffened on his face.