"alright."

Scargou patted his hand lightly, glanced around and said casually: "The hot pot should be here soon. Everyone, please relax and don't be too formal."

"It's about team building. Running is about making everyone happy together."

at this time--

A maglev car drove quickly toward the rooftop from a distance.

Several young men wearing company uniforms and hats got out of the car and carried several huge boxes onto the rooftop.

A few minutes later, these guys returned to the maglev car, and on the rooftop there were a few more hot pots surrounded by delicacies. The red oil in the pot was constantly rolling, and it was already steaming.

"It's really good."

Scargou secretly swallowed his saliva and looked at the aroma that rolled out as the red oil exploded. He couldn't help but take a sniff. This thing was much more delicious than his barbecue. He ate that every day.

I almost vomited after eating the barbecue. When I return to Ten Thousand Races Arena next time, I must go to Tinder City to grab a chef.

Chen Jiang stood aside, looking into the distance without speaking. He was waiting for the special team on the 23rd.

After solving this group, there are still important things to do. It doesn't seem to be very troublesome to extract a world origin consciousness. The world origin consciousness of a planet can be exchanged for tens of billions of props. This is simply an incredible sum.

What a bargain.

However, before extracting the original consciousness of the world on the next planet, the No. 23 special team must be dealt with first, lest there be a series of followers behind him to influence him.

In fact, before he went to the subhuman planet, he had already contacted the "Grave Digging Company" on the "Sand Star" in advance, which was the same force that helped him dig up the original consciousness of the orange planet planet last time.

But I don’t know why, there has been no response.

Maybe he ran away, or maybe he encountered some unexpected situation. He didn't know the specific situation. Since he couldn't contact the "Grave Digging Company", he could only wait for the arrival of Special Task Force No. 23.

Soon, the hot pot was boiling.

But except for Scar Dog and others who were sweating profusely and enjoying the meal, no one else moved quickly. The atmosphere was a little awkward for a while. After a while, Wu Shunqin was the first to bite the bullet and speak.

"Um, Mr. Jiang Cheng."

"There is my wife and some of my friends on the Asian planet. I wonder if you can give me some time to move my relatives and friends first?"

When Mr. Jiang Cheng landed on the subhuman planet, such a thought came to his mind.

It’s just that the time is too short, not enough for him to take too many actions. Now the federal special team has been looking for Jiang Cheng Company. Jiang Cheng Company appeared on the Asian planet so openly. There is no doubt that it won’t be long before the Federation

The special team will visit the subhuman planet in person.

Choosing the battlefield on the subhuman planet meant that many people would be affected, including his relatives and friends.

What's more, their foundation is still on the subhuman planet.

He can accept that his foundation has been severely damaged. They have sufficient cash flow now. Even if the foundation is severely damaged, they can rise again on another planet. However, the death of relatives and friends is a bit difficult to accept.

Li Shangyin, who was sitting aside, shrugged indifferently.

He is a smuggler, and the biggest taboo in their line of work is dragging their families with them. The struggle in their line of work is very simple. It can be as simple and crude as possible. Kidnapping relatives for blackmail is a common occurrence.

Or they may send you a video that insults your loved ones to shake your emotions and make you make some wrong judgments.

Therefore, for their industry, the most taboo thing is to be emotionally involved. People cannot enter the industry unless they are alone. Don't think about true love or anything like that before retiring. His people are all floating in the universe.

Even if the demihuman planet is destroyed, it has nothing to do with him, as long as he doesn't kill it.

The reason why he didn't move fast was because Mr. Jiang Cheng didn't move fast either. Naturally, he, a guest, wouldn't move fast.

Wang Jili, on the other hand, was sitting quietly aside like a polite student. It didn't matter much to him. He had no relatives, and all the few relatives he had had been sent to hell by his own hands.

It doesn't matter if the demihuman planet is destroyed.

As for the employees of his company, as soon as they heard from

These people are very useful. It's a pity that they have to be retrained after they die.

"Um."

Hearing the questions behind him, Chen Jiang, who was standing on the edge of the rooftop, paused, turned to look at Wu Jingcheng and said casually: "Who said I was going to destroy the subhuman planet?"

Then he walked to a hot pot, sat on the bench, picked up a piece of cooked mutton at random, dipped it in the sesame oil bowl in his hand for a few times, then put it into his mouth and started chewing.

“The taste is okay.”

Chen Jiang nodded with satisfaction, quickly put down the bowl in his hand, took out a handkerchief from his arms and wiped away the oil stains on his mouth, and then said casually: "Don't worry too much, nothing will happen to the Asian planet. After all, everyone is on the Asian planet."

You still have a lot of foundation, don’t you?”

"Destroying the demi-human planet is equivalent to self-destructing, isn't it?"

"Nothing else, just a team building, just feel free to eat."

"correct."

He paused and turned his head to look at X: "I heard that you made a lot of money at this auction."

"..."

Hearing this,

To about 20 billion."

"Of course, I have already prepared to transfer the 20 billion to Mr. Jiang Cheng, but the signal is a bit poor and has not been transferred. I will try to see if the signal is better now."

"..."

Chen Jiang glanced at it speechlessly and shook his head: "Take it yourself, it's only 20 billion, I don't like it."

The currency rules of the Federation are non-traceable, unnamed, and unmarked.

This kind of rule is basically the soil for criminal gangs. They don’t even need to launder money, they just collect money directly.

Although this kind of rule did quickly promote the prosperity of the Federation to a certain extent, it also spawned many criminal gangs.

There are advantages and disadvantages, and the specific decision-making power lies with the federal government.

In this environment, as long as you have enough strength, star coins are like foxtail grass on the roadside, you can just pick them up casually.

As long as he wants.

20 billion star coins, he can get it within two hours.

For ordinary people, using labor to make money is extremely inefficient.

Capital, using other people's money to make money for yourself, is extremely efficient.

And he is on the third level, plundering money and using firepower to make money for himself. Throughout history, any so-called hot industry, no industry can compare with war, an industry that can make you rich instantly without any capital.

.

He paused and continued.

"You guys are doing quite well. I'm going to do something big and get out of here."

"I'm going to take you with me. The distance may be a bit far. Please discuss whether you want to go with us. You can give me an answer."

"We will set off soon."

This is not the center of the federation, it is still a bit remote. It is a bit slow to collect resources here. There are not many one-star props here, so it is a bit troublesome to collect them. But in the prosperous area of ​​the federation, the one-star prop resources there are just fine.

Collected too much.

So he planned to start from two directions.

The first direction is to go to the prosperous areas of the Federation. In this way, the speed of collecting one-star items will be much faster, and the impact of causing trouble there will be greater on the Federation. Of course, the risk will also be greater. He would not have done this before.

I think, but who made his wings hard now?

With a caliber of one kilometer and a rate of fire of millions of rounds, he was completely confident in facing the Federation's so-called battleships.

Not to mention the energy shield, even the shell will be blasted into powder for you.

The second direction is to collect the world’s original consciousness of the planet in the edge areas.

It will be more convenient to do this kind of thing in marginal areas, and the impact will be smaller.

These two directions are carried out at the same time. Before the end of Ten Thousand Races Arena, he should be able to develop to a height enough to protect himself.

When he has a fort with a caliber of one light-year, the entire Federation... will realize what real firepower is.

"Forehead..."

X stunned for a moment, and he didn't respond for a while, and said subconsciously: "Where?"

"Bei Yinxing."

"Bei Yinxing?"

x frowned slightly while opening the star map search, and said: "This planet seems familiar, let me see the distance, oh, I found it, it's not far away, it's only...7000 light years."

He remained expressionless and silent, staring at the 7,000 light-year distance. The corners of his mouth twitched twice for a moment, not knowing what to say.

He never thought in his life that one day he would travel to a place 7,000 light-years away.

Is this more than a little far?

The Federation has a punishment called exile, but according to the cases that have been sentenced, the farthest exile is less than 1 light-year away, and his is 7,000 light-years away!
To be continued...