Chapter 512: I Will Survive

Chapter 512: I Will Survive

Translator: OneshotwonderEditor: Hitesh_

Wang Tong said with a smile. He refrained from raising the price not only because the Battle Wolf owed the Blizzard a favor, but also because there were not a lot of buyers out there.

Reputation was also one of the main aspects that influenced a warband's power, and therefore, Wang Tong knew that he should strike a balance between reputation and profit.

"There would be no problem at all. Although I am not in charge of our group, I can guarantee you enough food and supply that will fill up five space crystals, in addition to the agreed payment."

"Excellent! Thank you, Lieutenant Hans!"

"You are welcome! We will be working together many times in the future. You really have made a name for yourself, Captain Tong!"

"It's very nice of you to say that. I am just lucky." Wang Tong said with a broad smile.

"Roseau, why are you still standing here? Take your men to try on those METAL suits. This time, be more careful!"

"Yes, sir!"

"Ross, please accompany Lieutenant Roseau." Wang Tong announced in a commanding tone.

Hans had always thought that Ross and Wang Tong were of the same rank, but every word that Wang Tong spoke suggested that it was otherwise. He didn't even see Guan Dongyang throughout this bargaining, and it occurred to him that Wang Tong had taken charge of all businesses in the camp.

"You look very young. Who is your Shifu? Are you a new generation martian?" Hans asked.

Neither Wang Tong's demeanor nor his appearance looked like a native Martian's. So, Han guessed that he settled on Mars because of the war, a part of the so-called "New Generation."

"Yes, I am. Unfortunately, my shifu had lost his memory. So, I don't know who he exactly is."

"What a pity! Your Shifu must be quite a character, just like you. Captain Tong, since we are friends, please allow me to be frank with you… Don't you think Battle Wolf is a little bit too small for your talent? Why don't you join a larger war band such as the Blizzard? You have my word… If you come to us, you can have any position you would like!" Hans remarked confidently. He had finished the first half of his mission, and now, he moved onto the second half.

"Hey, Hans! Are you trying to steal our beloved captain? Did Aamir send you here?" A sassy voice rose at the door; it was Lie Xuan.

Hans let out an ugly grin after he heard Lie Xuan's voice; he knew that he had already failed in his second mission. "Haha… What are you talking about, Princess Lie Xuan? We all love talents, don't we?"

"Hehe… Then look elsewhere." Lie Xuan shot back.

Finding no other excuses for his actions, Hans changed the topic, "Ah-Ha… Miss Lie Xuan, you look so pretty today! I believe everything is going well with Captain Guan, eh?"

"Pff... None of your business. Now, are you going to pay us or are you waiting for me to raise the price?"

"Yes, yes, right away. I have already confirmed the deal with our captain. I'm just going to ask Brother Guan a few questions about Mastery while I wait."

"Fine, you better be quick. Wang Tong, Ye Zi is looking for you."

"Hehe… Mr. Hans, please excuse me for a second."

"No worries! Please think about what I have said." Hans didn't mind Lie Xuan's interference in his mission. In fact, he suspected that Lie Xuan was on the same mission herself.

Before Wang Tong walked out of the meeting room, He gave Lie Xuan a thumbs up for saving him from the awkward conversation.

After Blizzard confirmed the quality of the heavy METAL, they paid the full amount that Wang Tong had asked for. Although it was a small fortune for them, Hans felt that it was well worth it. Plus, it was never a bad idea to help each other out during the time of hardship.

After having received the payment from Blizzard, Battle Wolf finally had the chance to survive normal warfare without using any tricks. Survival was always the number one priority of any warrior after all.

Wang Tong reckoned that the time had finally come to test Battle Wolf's limits. Without having experienced the brutality of a real war, no one would have the right to call themselves a warrior.

…

Lunar City was no longer humanity's paradise that it used to be; instead, it had become the headquarters of the Immortals. There were not so many resistance forces left on the moon. At best, they could be called underground operations. The entire moon had become the base for Patroclus, and even the Iron Curtain, House Zhang, had moved to the Earth.

One would think that the streets of the Lunar City would be empty and lifeless; however, it was far from the truth. The streets were still filled with clamor and commotion, but those who moved about in the bustling streets were not humans; they were Immortals. At the center of the Lunar City was a magnificent place called the Divine Place; it was Patroclus' residence.

Inside the palace, Patroclus held a cup of red wine with the color of blood.

"My Lord, she has arrived." Einherjar Lee Moshan spoke to his master in a servile tone.

Sitting on his throne that was set high up on a platform, Patroclus didn't have to try hard to look imposing and stunningly lordly.

"Noted." Patroclus waved to dismiss him.

Lee Moshan was one of the greatest warlords serving under Patroclus. Among the four great warlords under the latter, there were also some dark ones.

Forced by the pressure to keep his family safe, Lee Moshan had switched his alliance with the feeling of guilt and resignation. However, after he had received the immortal gift from Patroclus, he no longer felt sorry for himself. There was nothing that felt better than being alive.

As Lee Moshan left the room, he saw a woman walk into the hall; he lowered his head and stepped aside to let her pass. Although Lee Moshan was one of the four warlords, he had to bow to the women that even Patroclus had to respect.

Seeing the approaching girl, Patroclus smiled and then said, "it's rare to see you here."

"What's up?" The girl's voice was neither cold nor warm; it was indifferent.

"He is out in the world again."

The girl's body quivered, and then she gathered herself. "How is that possible?"

Patroclus pushed himself off the throne. He walked to a large glass panel and looked out at the bustling street scene. Not only did the five years of war not destroy the moon, but it had actually made it the place to live for the Immortals. This had been his dream: a stronger race, and a more efficient city.

Patroclus never wanted to conquer people using fear; instead, he wanted to win the population over with respect.

Right then, looking out of the window, he thought that he had done it.

To him, there was nothing he couldn't achieve, and success was only a matter of time. House Dower knew that the essence of patience was to pretend that one was not waiting. As the heir of House Dower, Patroclus had done an even better job at waiting than his glorious ancestor, thanks to the new perspective that the Zergs had given him. He was no longer a human, he was a God, and therefore, time was irrelevant.

Although perfection could be an imperfection in itself, it was only true for people who thought they were perfect. This was not the case for Patroclus; he was already beyond being perfect and imperfect due to his godhood.

However, Patroclus conceded that even a God could not change the mind of the girl in front of him. It had been five years, but Patroclus still failed to persuade the girl to join his ranks, much less make her forget her loved one who left her five years ago.

Nevertheless, Patroclus had kept her well and alive; every setback he faced while trying to persuade the girl was refreshing to him. Never had he hurried his persuasion by using unnecessary violence; he had time, and he was good at waiting.

"I hope this news brings you joy. I have always thought that he was dead over the past five years. But now, I can feel him. He is on Mars." Patroclus remarked.

A hint of joy flashed across the girl's face. Although Patroclus was her enemy, she knew that he would never lie to her… He didn't need to.

"Let's play a game. I will catch him for you, and you can decide his fate."

"You think you can catch him?" The girl said with a cold sneer.

"Hahahahah!" Patroclus burst out laughing uncontrollably.

"I like your attitude! I am already on it; you can just sit and wait for my good news." Patroclus said with an eerily placid face that made one think of a mask.