"You..."
The interim investigation team leader, who had been keeping a cold face throughout, finally erupted in anger.
This is a matter of principle!!!
Even if the Blue Star Global United Defense Committee is reluctant, it has to forcefully deal with it—there's nowhere to hide.
As an arbiter, when dealing with military contractors, you can act high and mighty, squinting one eye and closing the other toward certain things, but in some situations, you must be impartial, and that's unquestionable. Taking matters into your hands is even more wrong.
Take, for example, the corporate warfare between military contractors.
Both sides are armed to the teeth, murderous intent arising naturally; naively demanding peace talks to resolve disputes is unrealistic. Sooner or later, a massive fight will break out. Rather than that, it's better to grant a one-on-one opportunity to bring all contradictions to light, to bash each other's brains out in full public view.
Even if it results in a bloody mess, at least it remains within a manageable scope. Otherwise, conflicts between military contractors could escalate into a global free-for-all—a possibility not beyond imagination.
If that happens, what's the point of the existence of the Global United Defense Committee?
It's better to have a neat and decisive battle. The winner takes all, the loser concedes. After weighing each other's strength, tears shed, blood spilt, the disputes naturally subside. It prevents minor issues from causing major losses and forgetting one's place. It's actually a good thing.
In wars, bloodshed and death are inevitable, but in the history of Blue Star civilization, it's hardly worth mentioning.
After all, the entire history of human civilization is essentially a bloody chronicle of wars, not peace. Days without war are few and far between; conflict is part of everyday life. Even blood siblings fight till they bleed; what more for strangers who cannot stand each other.
What are you chirping about? ... I'll hit you, so what!
"We will not make such a guarantee. Corporate warfare is your own affair; the Global United Defense Committee will not interfere."
Franco finally began to take seriously the one-eyed woman in front of him, as well as the young man beside her who seemed to be a simpleton.
This hot potato must be tossed aside, even if it means playing dirty.
Most people don't dare to breathe too loudly in front of the Global United Defense Committee, but this man and woman not only disregard the committee's authority and the pressure from these ability users but have the audacity to try to use the corporate warfare to pressure the investigation team.
Are they not afraid that the investigation team, in a fit of anger, could obliterate the entire Aircrew Base?
Behind the Global United Defense Committee are several Sovereign Level states, all of them powerful nations without exception.
A small private contractor is simply like an ant, easily crushed; a mere sneeze could blow them away.
"Your current actions are aiding our enemies by using the investigation as a pretext to paralyze the defense capabilities of the 911 Aircrew Base. Chen Fei, record a video and publicize it."
Hanna Gagel seized this opportunity firmly, her words carrying an air of righteous indignation.
Chen Fei had reminded her, at this critical juncture, that any concession would plunge the 911 Aircrew Base into an abyss from which there was no return.
The use of the war spell "Slumber Mist" to knock everyone out, while indeed, as the investigation team claimed, prioritized safety and prevented any Neanderthal tribe infiltrators from erupting into violence or attempting escape, was not the only option.
There were clearly other methods available, but the investigation team acted without warning, placing the 911 Aircrew Base in the most dangerous situation, then irresponsibly left without looking back, feigning innocence. This was utterly condemnable.
"Understood!"
Chen Fei immediately took out his phone and swiftly opened the camera app, aiming it at the female executive manager and the interim investigation team leader, Franco.
"I am Hanna Gagel, the executive manager of 911 Aircrew Base. I suspect the interim investigation team..."
"Shut up!"
To transfer the pressure, the Blue Star Global United Defense Committee would certainly discard the temporary investigation team as pawns; these people would likely be out of luck.
"Young man, let's talk nicely; how about this, I offer you a job opportunity. Come to my side, and with your Metal Elemental Psychic Power, you can definitely get a good position," Franco proposed, shifting strategies as he shamelessly tried to poach right in front of the female executive manager of the 911 Aircrew Base.
"How much in Star Yuan per month?" Chen Fei's eyes narrowed slightly.
From a distance, the chirping sounds of "tweet, tweet..." were heard as three people raced away in a state of dishevelment and embarrassment.
Franco, the leader of the temporary investigation team, tentatively asked, "Uh, 50,000 Star Yuan? What do you think?"
A young recent college graduate would consider it quite generous to earn 20,000 Star Yuan a month, let alone an amount more than double that at 50,000 Star Yuan.
"Fuck your mother!!!" Chen Fei's pupils suddenly changed color in the next second, and a violent and dangerous aura explosively spread out.
"Eyes of Tyranny (Consumes 1 Energy Point, Duration 15 seconds, Cooldown 15 seconds)"
Energy Points -1
Energy Points: 195/5000
Even Hanna Gagel, the executive manager standing beside him, couldn't help but have her hair stand on end, as if she felt a mortal threat.
"You..."
Franco's eyes widened just then.
The white steel crowbar flew whistling closely past the tip of his nose with a furious spin. Chapter Find:
Fuck!
Couldn't you have expressed dissatisfaction with the price without resorting to violence right away?
Franco had no doubt that if the crowbar had struck his head, it would have shattered his skull and splattered his brains.
"Ah!~"
Fifty meters away, a dreadful wail erupted.
A member of the temporary investigation team writhed on the ground, holding his shin as a small bird with black feathers kept pecking relentlessly at his face, leaving visible red marks.
The crowbar that flew over had struck his leg—given the unnatural twist of his shin, it was likely broken on impact.
The other two continued to run helter-skelter without looking back, shouting as they went, "Help! Help!"
It was a disgrace that they, E-grade Ability Users, were fleeing in such a pathetic state from a nondescript Magical Beast Sparrow.
"Is that a Pure Light Sparrow?"
Franco looked in the direction of the sound, his hand closing on thin air, ready to unleash his Special Ability to take down that low-level Magical Beast Sparrow directly.
"I'd like to see who dares make a move."
Several whistling sounds cut through the air as if invisible blades were slicing it, leaving several long marks on the ground—this was Hanna Gagel's demonstration and warning.
The wind ball between her hands had grown to the size of a football.
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