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On the night of his arrival in Ireland, Jufeng was led by a stranger to an unfamiliar place. Despite the strange surroundings, there was a familiar atmosphere, as the underground trading market was filled with the scent of terrorists.
Jufeng was accustomed to mingling with the underworld, where most weapons were cold and rarely lethal enough to cause disasters. His encounters with firearms and explosives were more frequent during his time with the Magellanic Star, where he often dealt with terrorists, which explained his sense of familiarity.
Fortunately, he had grown used to interacting with people who frequently handled firearms, making it easy for him to adapt.
Under the guidance of a local contact, Jufeng met Hua Cheng after a long separation. Beside him were Chen Long and Ning the Fatty; both had combat abilities that surpassed those of other members. Ming Chen the Flowering Talent was known for being extremely cautious and meticulous.
The three were excited to see Jufeng but dared not show it. To gain their trust, the terrorists had kept them under close watch, not allowing them to leave until Jufeng's arrival.
All were cautious individuals, waiting to see who would ultimately outmaneuver whom.
Of course, skill did not only refer to martial prowess but also to acting ability.
With a casual glance, Jufeng put the three at ease. Upon seeing Hua Cheng, he burst into laughter and made a friendly gesture as if to embrace him in greeting. However, before he could complete this action, the terrorist who had brought him interrupted.
Jufeng turned to Hua Cheng, his expression darkening as he coldly said, "Brother, what do you mean by this? I'm here to deliver money, not to pay respects like I'm meeting some emperor. Do I need to bow down three times before I can talk to you?"
His tone was clearly different from what Hua Cheng and the others were used to. They felt a mix of apprehension and admiration as they recalled Jufeng's exceptional skills with the Crimson-Class Mecha and his unpredictable martial arts abilities.
Hua Cheng thought to himself that Brother Jufeng's acting was so convincing that it almost fooled him.
He quickly composed himself and wore an awkward expression as he explained, "Brother Zhang Feng, please don’t misunderstand. This isn’t my territory; since we’re here, we must follow their arrangements. Just be patient for now; once Brother Fides arrives, everything will be easier."
Zhang Feng was Jufeng's new identity.
Fides was someone Jufeng had seen mentioned in the chip's contents earlier that afternoon; he was the overall leader of the terrorists in Ireland and all transactions had to go through his approval.
Jufeng snorted coldly and fell silent.
Before long, a person emerged from within. He appeared ordinary at first glance but exuded an impressive aura that made ordinary people hesitate to approach him. However, for a martial arts expert like Jufeng, such intimidation held no weight.
Hearing footsteps, Jufeng turned his gaze toward the source of the sound. Upon seeing the newcomer, he couldn't help but sneer, "Busy man indeed! In all my years of business, this is my first time encountering someone selling goods who treats buyers like this. Don’t you know that there's a saying: 'The customer is king'?"
Jufeng's arrogant demeanor had been set by military protocol; wealthy individuals often carried themselves with such haughtiness. Although this kind of superiority was generally off-putting or even detestable, the terrorists needed money and would not let personal feelings get in the way.
Sure enough, the tardy Fides observed Jufeng's attitude and tone, and felt a sense of unease settle within him. Since Romain had earned the trust of the Terrorist to manage such significant dealings, it was clear that his identity was extraordinary and his abilities exceptional.
Fides, well-versed in the ways of the world and adept at reading people's hearts, felt a surge of happiness at this moment.
Thus, instead of directly catering to Jufeng's tone, he turned to Hua Cheng and asked, "Brother, is this your buyer? He looks like he just came from the village. Hasn't Brothers ever seen money? It seems you have much more than others! It's truly frightening for us poor folks!"
As Fides finished speaking, the Brothers around him erupted into laughter, causing Jufeng to feel quite embarrassed.
Hua Cheng was the intermediary; if the deal went through, he would collect a fee from both parties. Although his percentage was minimal, it amounted to a significant sum in Renminbi. Seeing that the conversation between the two parties was on the verge of collapsing, his prospects were dimming, and he naturally felt anxious.
Therefore, Hua Cheng hurriedly said, "Fides, that's enough. Brother Zhang is the supervisor from a mining family; money is certainly not an issue. I've dealt with him for many years; he's one of the most generous clients I've ever met. Be careful with your words; you might turn away a big business deal."
Having become familiar with Fides, Hua Cheng felt comfortable speaking candidly. Upon hearing this, Fides finally signaled for his subordinates to quiet down and then approached the visibly irritated Jufeng.
The title of supervisor from a mining family was a crucial aspect of Jufeng's identity. Only with such a status could he justify purchasing mechs without raising suspicion.
In the Interstellar Era, mining operations were contracted planet by planet, making wealthy families exceedingly affluent. As a supervisor, Romain wielded considerable power. Moreover, since mining operations could sometimes be targeted by rogue pirates or Terrorists, governments allowed for a certain number of personal armed forces; thus, purchasing mechs was not an issue.
As Fides walked toward Jufeng, instinctively Romain should have felt intimidated. However, he forced himself to appear calm. He took two steps back and feigned bravado as he asked, "What do you want?"
Fides stood beside Jufeng and scrutinized the young supervisor.
Romain did not appear weak; he did not seem to be putting on a facade of strength over weakness. Of course, this varied from person to person—wealthy individuals often spent money to disguise their true selves while their inner vulnerabilities remained unexamined.
What truly surprised Fides was that he sensed an inexplicable familiarity about Jufeng. However, this feeling was faint and quickly faded into the depths of his mind without any clarity.
So he smiled and said, "Brother Zhang, please don't misunderstand me; I meant no offense. I was just joking with you! You are my golden goose; how could I not respect you? Right?"
The surrounding Terrorists chimed in agreement, but in truth, they were not sincere. To them, wealthy people were targets worth killing because their riches highlighted their own poverty; they believed it was unjust and inhumane.
This sentiment echoed as an inner monologue for many Terrorists.
Jufeng brushed off Fides' words in silence but his expression softened considerably. After all, he was merely a supervisor—not someone who worked for others—and if he failed at his job, he too would face consequences. Thus, prioritizing negotiations for cooperation remained essential.
Fides noticed Jufeng's expression soften, and he felt a bit more at ease. He stared at Jufeng for a while before casually asking, "Brother Zhang, have we met somewhere before? You seem so familiar to me!"
Jufeng was taken aback by the question. In fact, he had felt the same way earlier, but it was only when Fides brought it up that he began to contemplate the matter more seriously.
He gazed at Fides for a moment, then closed his eyes. Suddenly, a scene appeared in his mind. It was a high mountain with a group of mechs; two were leaping at the peak while over ten others were chasing behind.
His heart stirred, and he quickly realized. Wasn't this the leader of the Azure Dragon Monk Mecha Squad?
Then Jufeng opened his eyes and pretended to be nonchalant, saying, "I've never seen someone with such an impressive presence as yours."
Fides had only asked out of curiosity, and since there was no conclusion to be drawn, he decided not to pursue it further.
(To be continued)
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