Chapter 844: NO．213：Busy Aomo Lindun

NO．213：Busy Aomo Lindun

【Yuehuanshe：Are you free?】

【Lipiya：Yes, what's up?】

【Yuehuanshe：Do you know about the commission from the Light Country Office?】

【Lipiya：I know.】

【Yuehuanshe：I need your help】

【Lipiya：Sure, how should we do it?】

【Yuehuanshe：I'll give you coordinates, fight there.】

【Lipiya：With whom?】

【Yuehuanshe：With Meifeilasi】

【Lipiya：Good】

——AM9:30

Aomo's Meifeilasi alien card came from a merchant, and the Beta Magic Blade (igniter) came from the Frontier Lighthouse Group.

The former let him rarely go back to inspect the prison, using some clever tricks and small tactics to obtain a guarantee from the nagging merchant.

The source of the card was a guarantee never before told to anyone.

The latter also let him reconnect with someone from the group after a long time; as expected, such a giant interstellar enterprise with an official background looks down on the Cosmic Business Alliance, this 'small circle'.

He not only obtained the guarantee he wanted, but also ate some melons that the alliance had once tried to invite, only to be unanimously rejected by that side's board of directors.

Leaving aside whether those melons are melons, at least with guarantees from both sides, Aomo could confidently execute the plan's framework that they had devised after proposing, supplementing, arguing, and starting over with their own ideas.

But no matter how you look at it, this framework is his busiest.

Not only does he need to go inspect the prison, but also contact the Frontier Lighthouse, thereby stabilizing the foundation for executing the plan.

When actually executing the plan, he still needs to contact Lipiya, dragging his sleep‑deprived body to a 'fake fight'.

Called a fake fight, but in reality he really took a few heavy blows.

Fortunately, following Meifeilasi's character setting, he immediately sought peace and fled once he was at a disadvantage—thus avoiding further beatings.

But is this really something to be fortunate about?

Wasn't this figured out from the start of the plan!

The plan was all set; the later process of getting beaten… what's there to be fortunate about? He just feels abstract.

Especially after originally being half‑asleep and being thrown over the shoulder a few times, then becoming much clearer, he felt even more abstract, as if sorrow welled up from within……

Why am I so dedicated?

The previous few commissions, though troublesome, didn't cause lack of sleep, injury, or need for pretense, did they?

With such a huge sacrifice, the self‑moving feeling unique to tragic heroes hasn't surfaced yet; what first reaches the heart is a sourness like that of a high‑pressure corporate worker's life.

After this, I'll definitely give myself a break!

He silently made that decision in his heart, then took on the temporary company data provision that, although Qianming handled the communication, ultimately required him to personally liaise with Zhouri Ningjing and the Ludaofu Xiangzheng side.

Exactly, temporary company data provision.

Rather than saying the URA Association provided assistance, it's more like the Symbol family allocated industry shares, which the URA Association quickly forged documents for to create a brand‑new enterprise—the Beta Training Ground.

In just an hour, all procedures were completed under countless AI operations, even forging past usage records and the training logs of Uma Musume.

One of the AI Three Goddesses, Ghadfan Arab, even sent Aomo a line:

【Next time you can't see me and just rush off~】

It's hard to say whether this is an invitation for credit or a threat, but since it's come to this, he can only send a 'thanks' emoji.

Then he faced Tianlangxing Xiangzheng and Guye Xiaomei, who had arrived by helicopter, along with several of their respective attendants watching.

They watched his dramatic transformation in appearance using the Meifeilasi card.

The scene became very lively for a while.

First, Miss Xiaomei and her monster underlings circled Aomo, clucking in amazement, murmuring things like 'S alien' and 'painted skin'; then Tianlangxing Xiangzheng loudly mocked him nearby for looking like an outdated, rustic suit‑person.

Meanwhile, several subordinates of the Symbol family beside her compared Aomo's Meifeilasi alien appearance to height and size, then continually changed the suits, overcoats, greatcoats, etc., sent by the real‑time transmission system, giving Aomo constant wardrobe changes.

Afterward, Tianlangxing and Miss Xiaomei took turns handing him paper documents to sign and recite lists from memory; finally, Miss Xiaomei and her monster underlings stood side by side, each practicing their bows and greetings—all of this, needless to say, was for what?

The Beta Training Ground was also the cooperative project that Aomo, together with Ludaofu Xiangzheng and Guye Xiaomei's group of travelers, had discussed earlier.

Although construction was finished, a series of procedures and company registration still had to wait until year‑end to be completed.

Now, after Qianming, Zhouri Ningjing, and the Ludaofu Xiangzheng side had consulted in advance, the matter was forwarded to the Association for discussion and voting; after confirming the assistance action, the higher authorities opened the door of convenience, and the Beta Training Ground immediately announced its opening—indeed, on the records it already shows as having been open for over half a year.

Of course, if it's just tampering with the records, the loopholes are still huge; once on‑site inspection occurs, it could be exposed with a single poke.

So Miss Xiaomei and her nearby monsters, demon realm inhabitants, and extradimensional beings also appeared here.

Creating a false‑true illusion is precisely what those Jidong‑style demons excel at; moreover, the demon realm inhabitants and extradimensional beings have their own abilities and technology to fill any gaps.

Although the actual numbers are somewhat meager, this still amounts to strong assistance from all non‑human forces of another world.

Thus, thanks to their joint cooperation, the suit‑person Meifeilasi, with Aomo Lindun as the inner performer, went online today.

Its subsidiaries are many—mainly the shell companies that Yuechi Xiangzheng originally had, now filled in; from the start, those shells, whose data Yuechi Xiangzheng had cleverly disguised, when occupied by the well‑trained professional staff of the Symbol family, each became proper and presentable.

Moreover, the Beta Training Ground—a large‑scale industry with substantial value from the three‑way cooperation of the Symbol family, the Otherworld Group Superhuman Fantasy Stock Company, and the URA Association.

It is also an industry obtained through some shady means, but because of this world's criminal troubles, victims weren't fully dealt with, leading to someone being informed at Lipiya, thus causing that brawl—when the enthusiastic Lapland fabricated such a story, Aomo had reason to suspect it might be her own experience.

Perhaps no guesswork is needed; just a glance at Qieliènina's perpetually inactive social account reveals the answer.

However, his side also has many strategists—like Qianming and Miss Xiaomei, who, upon seeing it, all show 'good strategy, though I'd like to tweak it'; Zhouri Ningjing bluntly says 'the framework's okay, but the details are completely wrong! This world's crime can't be handled so amateurishly! The script here should be changed like this!'… As for this point, Aomo believes it must be the personal experience of Black Sunday Zhouri.

All that can be said is, it's hilarious.

As for those few who helped him devise background personas, he really can't say how many are fabricated and how many are self‑introductions.

But in that case, it's both the URA Association and the Symbol family—no matter how the identity is fabricated, it will still be doubted.

Not to mention how much of Aomo's own intelligence is publicly available on the internet that can be looked up.

Just that simple mindset of 'having a guilty conscience and fearing everyone' would surely be enough to make those aliens plotting a big incident at Central Mountain Racecourse, upon seeing the makeup of the URA Association, become wary.

But if one truly intends to pull off a big deal, those who think highly of themselves would hardly be intimidated by such a challenge, right?

Crisis is also opportunity—if they really intend to do something at the racecourse, connections with the URA Association would instead be all the more beneficial to them, the very insiders they need.

'Taking what each needs and mutually benefiting is exactly the trait a business alliance should have—don't be hesitant, Lei Botesi.'

'I'm not a businessman!'

Business Alliance headquarters, control room—although dressed in a suit, the necromancer who curses vulgarly stares at the Hippolytian alien before him and says: 'I only know that in the past few days, quite a few timid fellows have wanted to quit.'

'Just as you said, cowardly rats have no point in staying; if our plan succeeds, they'll come crawling back with shameless faces.'

'If they fail, they will become the cause of failure,' the necromancer said gloomily.

'No, there is no failure, failure is impossible—don't you believe in that person's methods?'

'I've already lost once and really have nothing more to say; now I just want to have another showdown with Ultraman Oubu, or Ultraman Sai Luo will do.'

'There will be a chance, but for now we must first welcome this new ally.' The Hippolytian alien said, turning his head toward the door that happened to open just then.

'Welcome you, a friend who can advance boldly despite many disappointing colleagues choosing to retreat.'

'Striking while the iron is hot'—I love this Dongyan proverb; it never fails in business.

Amid the faint white mist where the hydraulic gates stood open, the tall and slender Meifeilasi, accompanied by Yabuliu, stepped into the so-called core area open only to council members.

The V-shaped crystal in the middle of his face flowed with light as he spoke, then tilted slightly.

This was him pressing his chest and bending forward, under Yabuliu's gaze of disdain and fear.

'Their retreat will only free up more wealth, right, Alliance Lord?'