Chapter 337: The Great Bomber

South China Sea, bridge of the *Orca*, Li Boyong's ship.

Li Boyong and the captain were communicating with Adra, the DC Vice Commander and the officer in charge of the Far East campaign.

"Hmph, to think the elite of the Satellite Integration Army couldn't even take down a tiny base," the old man sneered sarcastically. "It seems winning that simulation battle back then was just luck."

Li Boyong felt disgusted hearing this; the old man was still holding a grudge over Tianshan losing to him.

Within a few days, one would be so hungry their eyes would glow; never mind refined oats, even unrefined ones would be eaten with great relish.

Zhang Jinding had long since had someone look at it; this was the Arhat Fist of the Shaolin main sect, which every Shaolin monk learned upon entry, and it had nothing mysterious about it.

Legend has it that a physician proficient in the Nine Spirits Immortal Needle technique can reach the realm where "a push of the door reveals the mountain, and a dance of the sleeves brings the wind," where any illness or injury can be cured instantly with a single needle.

This greenhouse farming doesn't sell specific products—after all, long-distance transport of agricultural goods is inconvenient—it sells technology. If needed, one can pay for the technology, and Li Huai can provide guidance based on local conditions, which is equivalent to technology transfer, charging only a technical fee.

There is no such thing as a winning streak in the Advanced Wizard Apprentice level competitions; it is a points-based system. However, maintaining a winning streak earns more points, and likewise, breaking someone else's streak does the same.

"We three are the supervisory mentors for this newcomer selection tournament. Congratulations to you five for successfully passing the test and officially joining the Myriad Spirit Secret Vault."

He knew clearly that if he followed the pace of the original work, the audience and judges would think he had gone off-topic, and his score would suffer greatly.

But then again, every division is full of hidden talent, and the contestants who make it out of their divisions are all very strong.

"Aren't you currently facing financial difficulties? I should be able to give you one million first for you to use. Once I go back and calculate things, I should be able to continue supporting you," Li Huai said.

Daoist Qingxu looked up slightly, a complex expression flashing in his eyes. His lips trembled as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he only let out a low sigh and completely ceased to breathe.

Although no one has ever managed to grind out any divine arts or secret manuals to this day, the mere existence of that probability is enough to satisfy them.

"This is your brother's dedicated recording disc from the military," Chen Qiu said, handing the disc to Yang Shiman.

"Old Chen, I want to spin off the security company into a separate entity. Is the paperwork easy to handle?" Xu Ping'an asked.

This time, Jiang Ning did not dodge, instead letting the opponent's Celestial Dao Artifact land on his body.

"Ping'an, is your Tianqi Group planning to go public?" Ma Yun's voice came through. Xu Ping'an shook his head with a wry smile; another one.

"Who are you people? Trespassing here, this is a crime, I'm calling the police!" Old Li was also furious.

Chen Qiu's sudden move left the other companies, groups, and onlookers near the floor completely stunned.

After resting at home for a day, Zode came over the next morning and gave Xu Ping'an the files for several security companies. They weren't large, but all the paperwork was complete and they held gun licenses, meaning the guards could be armed—a point Xu Ping'an was quite satisfied with.

Zheng Babiao was both angry and furious; he hurriedly told Zheng Jun to go inside and call for people, intending to continue sparring with Ye Zhennan.

Gao Jianzheng shifted his gaze over in anger, and just as he was about to scold them, he suddenly froze.

Cui Hao, the eldest son of the Young Marshal's Mansion and the actual controller of the Changning financial system, had suddenly arrived at the 66th Army headquarters to supervise the battle. Who was Master Ding? How could he not smell the subtlety in this?

"I... I am Chinese. It is only natural for me to fight for my country, and it is my honor. No thanks are needed." Although he stuttered a bit, Ai Juan still managed to get the words out. ===== CHAPTER 338 =====