Sky-cracking Rider

Chen Fei glanced at the dust on the packaging box with a dumbfounded expression.

He would bet that the box hadn't been hiding in the bar for just a day; it was clear Boss Hana had planned this in advance or had been waiting for this day all along.

Seeing Chen Fei's surprised face, Hanna Gagar took out another invitation and said, "Our neighbor, the owner of the 909 Aircrew Base, Mr. Xia Ji, chairman of the Ballistic Sax Military Limited Company, is hosting an industry salon and has invited me over. You'll come too, and..."

She looked at the Pure Light Sparrow hopping on and off the bar, trying to sneak some liquor.

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Almost reflexively, Chen Fei said, "A trap for a banquet?"

The 909 Aircrew Base hadn't been under the management of the Ballistic Sax Military Limited Company for just one day. Before this, they had been ignoring each other and minding their own weird business.

How come as soon as there was a conflict between them, the other boss immediately became enthusiastic, first taking the initiative to back down, resolving the conflict, then helping to contact logistics suppliers to lift the worries of the 911 Aircrew Base, and now sending an invitation, asking Boss Hanna to join his salon.

Overattentiveness without a cause suggests dishonest or thieving intentions; no banquet is without motive, and no salon without agenda.

Could it be...

Chen Fei's gaze became subtly probing as he sized up his female boss – fair-skinned, beautiful, young, with...assets...the kind that Big Bear liked most.

"Don't talk nonsense. I've had someone check, and Mr. Xia Ji is indeed an upright person," Hanna Gagar wasn't someone to blindly follow others or lack her own opinion.

On the contrary, with her experience of working as a Second-Level Inspector for the Ministry of Internal Affairs in the Apocalypse Defense Group, she would, like an occupational disease, involuntarily suspect, secretly investigate, and ponder repeatedly.

So, earning the trust of Hanna Gagar was not an easy task.

Someone like Chen Fei, who couldn't even be bothered to pretend and who opened up with true Rookie supremacy, almost wearing everything on his face, could lay back and let Hanna Gagar scribble away, thus establishing such a unique superior-subordinate relationship.

"Alright, alright! Mr. Xia Ji is a good person!"

With a wave of his hand, Chen Fei had no intention of arguing with Boss Hanna and casually threw out a good person card.

Anyway, with the invitation in hand, he would soon meet the other party and see for himself the gentleman that Boss Hanna talked about.

"We leave tomorrow, arrive at Mr. Xia Ji's private estate on Great Island of Britannia the day after, and the salon will be held the day after next, lasting three days. All the participants are military contractors with aircrew bases; having an aircrew base is the entrance threshold," said Boss Hana while swaying the wine glass in her hand and continued, "I heard that someone is planning to establish a union of small and medium-sized military contractors to collectively counter the oppression of the larger military contractors, like this time when Jiu Defense Company was unable to find a reasonably priced logistics supplier all because of Merman Brothers United, and perhaps even Apocalypse Defense and other powerful and influential peers sending messages in the dark. But I have no proof."

Industry influence is an intangible pressure of networking and heritage belonging to the old military contractors, not something anyone can withstand.

Insider suppression like this is something every old hand is all too familiar with; how could they leave evidence for someone to seize the chance to act, after all, devious means are required, but so is saving face.

When Hanna Gagar could not stand it any longer, she personally led a team to retaliate against her former employer, stating outright that no evidence was needed, and her reckless behavior of tearing down buildings also shocked the Merman Brothers Consortium, which had just ended a hostile state and hadn't had time for little mischief. "Holy shit, she's insane!"

Barefooted and not afraid of the shoe-wearing, the newly established Jiu Defense Company was just like the barefooted.

Even after establishing reputational deterrence and a position in the Jianghu, there were still quiet little actions that never stopped, no longer the blatant attempts to detain people or even try to marry them off to one's own idiot son.

If it hadn't been for the owner of the 909 Aircrew Base introducing a logistics supplier this time, who knows how long it would have taken the 911 Aircrew Base to sign a new logistics supplier.

Regardless of the intentions, Chairman Xia Ji of the 909 Aircrew Base had indeed been a great help.

"The Jianghu is treacherous; be careful," Chen Fei said.

Since graduating with his bachelor's degree and stepping into society, he had seen plenty of shady dealings.

Especially the former executive manager of the 909 Aircrew Base, Ximen Temple Kong, who had lowered Chen Fei's standards, made him realize that there could be such shameless individuals in the world, who had no bottom line in their conduct, reaching the level of utter recklessness.

"With you and Xiao Jiu, what's there to worry about?" Hanna Gagar smiled like a rose swaying in the wind, the kind with three-inch long thorns and lethal poison.

Two supernatural power users and a low-rank Magical Beast really don't have to worry about any scheming plots.

In the face of real power, all those little tricks are jokes. Apart from Jiu Defense Company, there's hardly any small military contractor with such assets.

"That's true!" Chen Fei nodded in agreement.

"By the way, 'Rookie,' what level is your superpower? Why can't I find it?" Hanna Gagar asked while swirling the crystal-clear wine in her glass.

Chen Fei, puzzled, asked, "Can't find it?"

As long as you log into your registered account with the Psychic Management Center, you can see your detailed information and basic information on other supernatural power users.

Even if someone else's information is brief, the superpower level, which won't change once awakened, can still be seen, and there are various leaderboards available for reference, such as Comprehensive Combat Power, Industrial Classes, Life Sciences, Extreme Categories, and many more.

"Your public information seems a bit strange. I can't tell whether it's a BUG or some other reason. I just can't see your superpower level. You should have had an evaluation for your psionic ability level, right?" Hanna Gagar finished the wine in her glass in one gulp.

"I've had it tested. It seems to be Level A!"

Chen Fei looked up at the ceiling and spoke carelessly, without a sense of responsibility.

He was a B-level, Boss Hana was a C-level, put them together, and they made a pair of BCs (idiots).

Once Boss Hana removed her blindfold and activated the "Eye of the Storm," her Superpower Level momentarily grazed the threshold of B-level.

Together, they became two Bs.

One was a 2B brother, the other a 2B sister.

What were these terms, straight out of the dragon-tiger-leopard lexicon?

Thus, A+B was somewhat safer, free from these potentially fatal puns.

"Hehe!"

The C-level Wind-type supernatural power user sister replied with a scoff.

Trust you? Ha!

Dare to look into my eyes and say that sentence you just said again.

"Really! A-level!"

Chen Fei took off the silver bracelet nesting beside the health band on his left wrist, a solid 316L stainless steel that was not afraid of theft, nor could it be stolen.

It was just a disguise, sometimes transforming into a "Universal Data Transceiver" as needed. Whether it was a male or female connector, it could fit in, its compatibility living up to its universal name, or it could evolve into various handy tools, like a screwdriver, a wrench, a socket, or even a dagger.

Just like now, after complex transformations, it had become a tiny, shiny silver pickup truck, the size of a fist, but its appearance was an exact replica of Old David's dominating large pickup.

Xiao Jiu flapped its wings and hopped into the truck bed, the all-metal pickup carrying it straight down the bar-top, the headlights even flashing a few times, clearly a highly intricate piece.

This was the genuine Control Power of an A-level, something a B-level could never achieve; it was also the only specialty Chen Fei could show off with pride.

"If you were A-level, would you still be here?"

Hanna Gagel sized Chen Fei up, not believing a word.

Just like other abilities, Superpower Levels took the shape of a pyramid. The higher the level, the fewer the people. As one of the backbone forces of Sovereignty, the majority of A-level supernatural power users held public office and had to respond to the Sovereignty's call when necessary. How could they become employees of a small military contractor? Wouldn't the Blue Star Global United Defense Committee scoop them up? The compensation there would be much more generous.

Therefore, Chen Fei's Superpower Level should be between B-level and D-level, with exceptionally prominent Control Power, comparable even to A-level.

Judging Superpower Levels is a comprehensive assessment process, and it's not surprising to see some "lopsided" cases.

True to her background as a former Second-Level Inspector at the Ministry of Internal Affairs, Hanna Gagel's guesses were off, but not by much.

Even a Low-Rank supernatural power user already had the capability to fight and kill, and they were qualified to lead a supernatural tactical team.

"The feng shui here is good!"

Chen Fei did not mention that the place was toxic.

Nowadays, it was likely not only Chen Fei who considered the 911 Aircrew Base to be toxic.

Boss Hana raised her willow eyebrows and clicked a glass with Chen Fei.

Sure enough, a college graduate who had read his books, he really knew how to charm with words.

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On the western edge of the Europa Continent, on the Great Island of Britannia, the chairman of the medium-sized military contractor, Ballistic Sax Military Limited Company, Xia Ji, invited nearly a hundred of his peers to his private estate, the "Green Cherry Orchard Estate," where he hosted a three-day garden salon. There were wine-tasting, tea-drinking, barbecues, fishing, horse-riding, boxing, golfing, shooting, hunting… a wide array of activities that made it easy to find common interests with others, make new friends, and strengthen relationships.

Most of the invited guests were authoritative figures in the military contracting field, with statuses and positions roughly similar to Hanna Gagel's.

Seeing that Chen Fei was still yawning and looked listless, Hanna Gagel couldn't stand it. Hadn't he adjusted to the time difference after an entire day and night?

"'Rookie,' lend me Xiao Jiu, and go find something yourself to play with!"

She pointed towards the shooting range not far away, where the sounds of gunfire roared, the kind of place boys were supposed to love.

"Ah?! Are there enemies?"

Chen Fei, startled, promptly became alert and looked around.

Did Boss Hana need Xiao Jiu as a bodyguard because there was danger nearby?

"Jiu!"

The Little Bird hopping about on Chen Fei's shoulder didn't sense anything amiss and casually leaped onto the hand extended by Boss Hana.

Hanna Gagel chided with annoyance, "You're thinking too much. What danger could there be here? I need Xiao Jiu to add to my presence!"

She had just noticed the deputy executive manager of Tao's Security Service Company, and as a newly signed client, thought it was essential to go over and exchange greetings to foster the relationship between the two parties.

There were only a few that could serve as logistic suppliers in the Xingdu Kush Mountain Area.

The director of Ballistic Sax Military Limited Company, Xia Ji, had helped for sure by getting Tao's Security Service Company the logistics order for the 911 Aircrew Base, but such favors were bound to run out one day, so before that happened, Hanna Gagel needed to establish a solid and reliable cooperation with this logistics supplier, making personal relationships all the more valuable.

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