Chapter 50: max

This tank not only has a hard hull, it can also fire penetrating rays, abandoning its previous tactics in favor of a jet propulsion system, greatly boosting its speed.

The cost is astronomical; even wealthy beastmen cannot afford to buy one.

He was assigned to this godforsaken place; the old-timers at the research center feared he would die, losing a scientific genius, so they collectively applied to the Empire for him.

Lin Zhi Jing thought of this and couldn't help but sneer; they're a bunch of hypocritical disgusting things, afraid of his beast form, they went to great lengths to bring him here, yet fearing his death, they try to preserve his life—utterly contradictory and sickening.

Ye Xi'an looked at the two-meter-high iron tank before her, somewhat surprised: "Isn't there a regular car?"

It's just to send someone home; no need to drive a tank.

"No, if you want to ride, ride; if not, you can walk back yourself."

Lin Zhi Jing said, flicking his coat back, and stepped into the cockpit first.

He wore a loose-fitting yet figure-showing pure black trench coat today, with a matching black silk shirt inside, and his pocket held a tastefully placed blue velvet flower.

His long legs were clad in well-tailored black trousers, appearing straight and slender; each lift of his leg revealed the explosive power of his vigorous leg muscles.

Even standing still doing nothing, he exudes a deadly allure.

Bo Jing's gaze involuntarily followed Lin Zhi Jing as he boarded; compared to him, Bo Jing's upper half was bare, and even his only covering pants were torn in several places, making him look especially shabby.

If he were female, he would probably favor Lin Zhi Jing even more—this strong, impeccably dressed male.

Thinking this, Bo Jing felt an indescribable sense of inferiority welling up, and somewhat flustered, he wanted to grab Ye Xi'an's hand.

Ye Xi'an's hand was suddenly grabbed; she looked at Bo Jing, puzzled, and upon seeing his slightly uneasy expression, she instantly realized—she knew that expression all too well.

She makes that expression when in crowds, feeling as if pricked by needles all over; could it be that Bo Jing is unfamiliar with this place and also socially anxious?

Social anxiety meeting social anxiety always feels extra pity for the other.

Ye Xi'an said nothing, simply gripping Bo Jing's hand tighter with her reverse hand, giving him a look that said, "You must be strong."

Bo Jing startled, feeling the warmth and unfamiliar sensation from his palm, his lips twitched up slightly, and he couldn't help feeling pleased.

No matter how strong Lin Zhi Jing is, he is Ye Xi'an's husband, and she will only hold his hand.

Even if Ye Xi'an later took Lin Zhi Jing as her husband, he would still be one rank above Lin Zhi Jing.

On Zhu Shen Xing, there are two ways for a female to mark her husband: one is when a female just comes of age, the Zhu Shen System automatically matches her with a male, and such a union is considered fated.

The other way is for the female to actively mark, which is acquired later.

A husband obtained through active marking is of a lower rank than a matched husband, akin to the principal wife and concubine in ancient times.

Except that there can be more than one principal wife.

Bo Jing deliberately took Ye Xi'an's hand and stood in front of the door, smugly looking at Lin Zhi Jing: "Doctor Lin, why are you sitting in the cockpit yourself?"

Lin Zhi Jing glanced lightly at their clasped hands, saw through Bo Jing's little scheme, and scoffed disdainfully: "Of course I'm sending you back; otherwise, who would drive this vehicle?"

Bo Jing certainly couldn't drive; he's never touched a vehicle in his life, and such transport usually costs a fortune—beyond what males like them can afford.

"Could it be that such a large military base can't find anyone who can drive? Does Doctor Lin need to drive it himself?"

Bo Jing learned some information about Lin Zhi Jing from Ye Xi'an: he knows Lin is a military researcher; on Zhu Shen Xing, compared to other star systems, the greatest advantage is technological development, so researchers enjoy relatively high status.

Female researchers hold an absolutely exalted status; even if an Imperial Marshal sees them, all they can do is pay respects.

Therefore, Lin Zhi Jing now sending him and Ye Xi'an back to the Slum is completely unnecessary for him to do personally; it's a male's sixth sense—this Lin Zhi Jing surely harbors no good intentions.

Upon hearing this, Lin Zhi Jing remained calm, his expression unchanged; in fact, he eagerly awaited Bo Jing's question: "Yes."

Lin Zhi Jing's affirmation made Bo Jing's heart skip; he always felt something bad was about to happen.

He only heard him say: "This tank is called the Ground Tank s686max, the Empire's newly developed s686 Series Shell Armor, its hull is Black Gold Diamond, its power source is Flame, its attack is the assembled s687 Series Blast Ray; it is currently Zhu Shen Xing's strongest ground assault weapon, and they are rush-developing a Leap Transition Engine, said to be able to teleport directly from here to the Insect Race Nest and sweep a wide area."

"So in the base, besides me, no one has even seen the max, let alone knows how to drive it."

Saying this, Lin Zhi Jing raised an eyebrow, glanced at Bo Jing somewhat nonchalantly, and spread his hands helplessly: "So I have no choice but to reluctantly send you off."

Bo Jing, Ye Xi'an: ……

"Putting on a good act, but listening to it really sounds impressive."

hearing his description, both of them looked at Lin Zhi Jing with growing suspicion; since the Empire could allocate its latest technology to Lin Zhi Jing, that shows his status in the Empire is high—so why was he assigned to such a place? Remember, for an outstanding researcher, the most important things are his time and environment.

Lin Zhi Jing sat in the cockpit, flipped the switch, and metal claws sprang out from both sides of the seat, tightly securing him in place.

"Still dazed? Hurry up and get in. My time is very precious."

Bo Jing was once again outclassed by Lin Zhi Jing, feeling utterly gloomy; he stepped aside from the vehicle door, letting Ye Xi'an board first.

Upon boarding, Ye Xi'an curiously surveyed the interior fittings.

Although the max is huge in size, its interior space is cramped; Bo Jing sitting upright can almost touch the cabin walls, the interior holds at most four people, and aside from the control panel looking somewhat complex, there doesn't seem to be anything special.

Bo Jing watched Ye Xi'an's curious look, feeling a twinge of jealousy; he glanced at Lin Zhi Jing in the driver's seat, then suddenly leaned close to Ye Xi'an's ear, startling her.

"Why are you so close to me?"

Hearing Ye Xi'an's question, Lin Zhi Jing glanced at the front mirror, seeing the naked upper body of the man in the back seat—his long, fair neck stretched out like a turtle's, leaning toward Ye Xi'an; fortunately each seat has a safety metal claw, otherwise Bo Jing would probably have thrown his whole body toward Ye Xi'an.

Afterwards, Ye Xi'an tried to push Bo Jing's head away, but he stubbornly leaned in, his tone firm: "I will definitely buy you a max someday."

Ye Xi'an's mouth twitched; it seems all the family money is in her hands anyway, so if they were to buy one, she'd be the one buying it for Bo Jing.

(End of Chapter)