Sky-cracking Rider

The executive manager of the Blue Star Global United Defense Committee responsible for the Xingdu Kush Mountain Area, Ms. Klaibel, instructed one of the two ability users by her side to act timely and intercept a fatal strike from the representative of the 911 Aircrew Base.

Whether it was the executive manager of the 909 Aircrew Base or the beast tamer they had invited, neither had a chance in a one-on-one close combat against the armed Mahnam and Chekhov.

Even if both sides were unarmed, the outcome would still not have been much different.

Moreover, the great Demon King, "Rookie" Chen Fei had not yet made a move!

Metal Ability Users possess a unique advantage in close combat.

"Eh? How could this happen!"

Unwilling to accept defeat, Mahnam fiercely hacked another blow, with sparks still flying upon impact with Sharp Edge.

He was so close to chopping off the opponent's head, damn it!

Magically created sandstone pillars, with surfaces as hard as high-strength concrete, could only bear a shallow mark from the sharp Big Dog's Leg, which was filled in instantly without leaving any trace.

He was just an ordinary man, and attempting to counter the spells of a Seventh Rank Earth Mage, was nearly an impossible task.

The ground trembled violently, scattering the frightened wolf pack to even further distances. To some extent, it solved the encirclement issue for the trio from the 909 Aircrew Base.

Following Ximen Temple Kong and the beast tamer Jacob Felix, the innocent subordinate secretly wiped off a cold sweat; they were so close to dying alongside the two bosses. For that meagre salary, was this easy for him?

"Official notification, the dispute between 909 and 911 has ended, and your bosses have settled the matter privately."

Ms. Klaibel, with a smile that virtually reveled in the disaster, looked at both sides who were still grinding their teeth in unwillingness to cease. She was still above them and said, "I'm really sorry, there seems to have been some misunderstanding!"

On one side were the subordinates negotiating, and on the other, a dialogue between the two bosses; while the subordinates were ready to engage in a fierce battle, the bosses had already reached an agreement.

The final outcome inside the negotiating environment is often dictated by the struggles outside it; peace is never truly negotiated at the table, an eternal truth throughout the ages.

Ximen Temple Kong, staking his professional reputation as the executive manager of 909 Aircrew Base, was prepared to give a severe lesson to the 911 Aircrew Base, but unexpectedly, the opponent was no pushover, having dangerously hidden a supernatural power user among its negotiating representatives.

When both sides revealed their cards, he was incredibly vexed!

Ximen Temple Kong glared fiercely at the three men from the 911 Aircrew Base, suppressed his anger, turned his gaze to the calmly approaching members of the Blue Star Global United Defense Committee, barely squeezed a smile, and said, "What exactly is happening? Ms. Klaibel, could you explain in detail, please?"

The small Sky Patrol Ship that was previously hovering in midair easily dispersed the wolf pack during its landing process.

For these Asian Gray Wolves, the small Sky Patrol Ship was essentially a flying mountain, and just its cast shadow was enough to instill fear, sending them fleeing in all directions. Even the Bengal Tiger they had not finished devouring was left behind.

"The representatives from Ballistic Sax Military Limited Company, Mr. Xia Ji, and Jiu Defense Company, Ms. Hanna Gagel, had a telephonic discussion, both sides conceding a bit. The 911 side will not pursue the 909's trespassing and initiating attack, while the 909 side will no longer seek compensation from 911. All relations between the two sides are restored to the state before this conflict occurred."

Ms. Klaibel, standing between the two groups, succinctly introduced the agreement reached by the bosses of both sides.

This outcome was also like a penalty for each side, fitting the Blue Star Global United Defense Committee's policy of muddling through. After all, numerous small military contractors who carelessly gamble with their lives, easily replaceable, are inconsequential, but powerful military contractors are hard to grow. If all were to perish, who would then man various aircrew bases to maintain the ecological balance of the wilderness, uncontrollable magical beast groups and mutants proliferating like weeds? A moment's negligence would soon lead to a disaster competing with humanity for the living space on the Blue Star.

Ximen Temple Kong clenched his fists tightly and growled, "This is unfair!"

"Fair! You talk to me about fair? Have you eaten too much crap?"

Ms. Klaibel immediately frowned, having already held a poor impression of the executive manager from the 909 Aircrew Base, she was not inclined to show any favor now.

Such lowlives, who always act like the world owes them, should better die early and reincarnate, sparing others the annoyance.

Have you eaten too much crap?

The remark made Ximen Temple Kong's face turn alternately green and white, as he tightly clenched his fist, his teeth grinding audibly.

Yet, he lacked the capability to retaliate, or even the right to offend.

Chen Fei muttered to himself in a low voice, "Idiot, how could 909 Aircrew Base appoint such a person as the executive manager."

Being able to reach an agreement with Boss Hana, preventing the conflict between the two aircrew bases from escalating further, showed that the owner of 909 Aircrew Base was not as arrogantly delusional as Ximen Temple Kong, but rather possessed a very sober mind.

The contractor managing the 909 Aircrew Base was Ballistic Sax Military Limited Company, a medium-sized military contractor who had just taken over this aircrew base from Merman Brothers Consortium. Initiating a conflict with the local "snakes" of 911 Aircrew Base, while their footing was still unsteady, was unwise.

"This guy won't last long in his position. Just wait for him to pack up and leave!"

The duty manager of the 911 Aircrew Base, Mahnam, likewise whispered, as if responding to Chen Fei's comment.

With his extensive workplace experience, Chen Fei could guess that the executive manager of the 909 Aircrew Base might soon be in deep trouble.

The conflict provoked between two aircrew bases not only failed to gain any advantage but also caused significant losses. Now, someone had to swallow the bitter pill and take full responsibility.

The owner of 909 would certainly not take the blame. As the primary responsible party, the executive manager had no choice but to shoulder it all. The smart ones would take the initiative to resign, possibly retaining some dignity. If they stubbornly refused to leave, they would likely receive a termination notice, miss out on any severance package, and might even end up sued by the owner or worse—sacrificed.

"That would be letting him off easy!"

Chekhov Big Bear, carrying a hollow steel pipe, scoffed.

He was deeply regretful for not having completed the task fully.

"Let's wait and see, let's go!"

Ximen Temple Kong gritted his teeth and, accompanied by the Beast Tamer and his entourage, strode off swiftly as if fleeing.

A moment later, the rented small Sky Patrol Ship of the 909 Aircrew Base took off, heading in the direction of its home base.

As the small Sky Patrol Ship of the 909 Aircrew Base disappeared into the horizon, Mahnam sighed and said dejectedly, "This time, it's trouble for the boss again, I'm really incapable."

A good corporate executive ought to always foresee the boss's needs and proactively solve problems instead of constantly troubling the boss, otherwise, why even receive a salary?

"This isn't your fault!"

Chen Fei patted Manager Ma's shoulder.

"Exactly! It's the people at 909 who are shameless."

Chekhov followed, his palm large as a fan, landing on the other shoulder of Mahnam.

Ms. Klaibel approached the three men, her tone unfriendly, "You three, listen well!"

"Please speak!"

Mahnam shrank his neck, the other's aggressive demeanor clearly indicated that nothing good would follow.

Chen Fei and Chekhov exchanged glances, simultaneously crossing their arms, uncaring.

As technical staff, as long as they were competent, they could find a job anywhere, unlike in management roles where a change in environment often required starting from scratch and always facing the boss's mood swings.

"Especially you two!"

Klaibel was fuming.

As the liaison chief for the Blue Star Global United Defense Committee, she had enough authority to thoroughly investigate the cause and effect of the conflict between the two aircrew bases; it wasn't easy to fool her.

The 909 Aircrew Base instigated the trouble, but the 911 Aircrew Base was no better. One walked into a trap, and the other invited trouble. Neither was a good egg.

Chekhov focused on the key points, breaking into an idiotic giggle, "Oh boy, how heavy!"

"Oh!"

Known for courting disaster, Chen Fei had long stopped caring about life or death, much less the so-called Global United Defense Committee.

The so-called committee's liaison chief might trouble Boss Hana, but could do nothing against him, the perk of being a small fish.

The irate Klaibel shouted, "You at 911, especially you two, better keep yourselves in line and stop causing trouble all the time, do you understand?"

If these two jokers at the 911 Aircrew Base could keep their act together, most of their troubles would probably diminish by ninety percent.

"Understood, understood!"

Chekhov gasped for air, his vision blurring, and he began to feel dizzy. He needed artificial respiration.

Chen Fei spoke with righteous indignation, "I am a law-abiding citizen and never cause trouble!"

It was always trouble finding him, not the other way around; he wouldn't take the blame for this.

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