Translator: AnubisTL
"Just as I thought," Scar Dog said with a satisfied grin. "If things keep going this way, my dream of becoming an interstellar pirate might actually come true. Not bad at all."
"Interstellar pirate? What are you talking about?" Chen Jiang frowned, his expression displeased. "We're the Jiang Cheng Company, you know? We're legitimate, streamlined, and orderly. Don't use terms like 'interstellar pirate' to describe us."
"But what we do is pretty much the same thing."
"What nonsense!"
"And don't let your guard down too much."
He swiped a few times on his tablet, pulled up an image, and handed it to Scar Dog. "This is an orbital cannon from a satellite fortress on a federation planet. It's designed to defend against cosmic behemoths. The barrel alone is nearly a kilometer long."
"A single shot from this thing could silence an entire planet. And this isn't even a war fortress."
"The fact that the federation wiped out the Interstellar Insect race proves their strength. With our current capabilities, we're just playing small-time games. We're nowhere near ready for a real war."
"Still, the federation hasn't faced any external threats for many years. The occasional cosmic behemoth and scattered rebel groups pose no real threat. In this situation, they've grown complacent and lack a true sense of crisis."
"This is good news for us."
"How could we let our guard down?"
Scar Dog said earnestly, pulling three photos from his pocket. "I took these as souvenirs, Brother Jiang. Want to see?"
"One's from the Rose Club, another's also from the Rose Club, and the last one's still from the Rose Club."
"...?"
Chen Jiang remained expressionless for a moment before asking, "Is there any difference?"
"Saying they're all from the Rose Club makes me sound too vulgar."
"Does saying it like that make you sound more refined?"
"At least not as vulgar."
"...?"
Chen Jiang took the photos, glanced at them, and stuffed them back into Scar Dog's chest. "Keep these for your own enjoyment. Don't put them in the album."
"Uh, why not?"
"Didn't you say the album was for your future kids? Are you sure these are appropriate for children?"
"Right, good point. I'll save them and show them when they turn eighteen."
"...?"
"Phew."
Chen Jiang sighed softly, feeling utterly drained. "Do whatever you want. I can't even begin to understand your thought process anymore. Let's rest for a bit. When the time comes, we'll head back."
"There's still a lot to handle at the Ten Thousand Races Arena."
"We planted several seeds during this trip. Next time we come, we should see signs of them sprouting."
"Seeds?" Scar Dog raised an eyebrow, pondering. "Brother Jiang, are you referring to the startup grants? A group has already entered Jiang Cheng Company's 001 Sponsorship Group through the Scum gang's referral."
"Their capabilities were assessed—mediocre, but acceptable. Since they're the first group, we approved them and granted 3 million star coins in funding."
"This group calls themselves 'Wasteland Roses.'"
"Honestly, I think their name is much better than 'Scum.' Who would name their group something like that? It's like a villain tattooing 'Bad Guy' on their forehead—just feels awkward and unnatural."
"Still, these kids are quite serious. They genuinely seem determined to make something of themselves. They even gave us a detailed heist plan."
"Here, Brother Jiang, want to take a look?"
Scar Dog tapped his tablet casually, and an image appeared on the screen:
[Heist Plan!]
[Gang Name: Wasteland Roses!]
[Gang Members: Hu Biao, Chuantian, Thorn Monkey, Maozi.]
[Formation Date: Brothers who grew up together, formed the gang just three days ago.]
[Reason for Formation: We don't have any grand dreams. We just want to get rich, honor our parents, buy homes for our women, and treat our brothers to daily feasts. We've been poor our whole lives, and we want to enjoy the life of the wealthy for the rest of our days. If we can't, we'd rather die than suffer this miserable existence.]
[Gang Slogan: Just want to get rich.]
[Gang Goal: A yacht party in Ash City on Orange Red Star three days from now. This party is organized by the city's second-generation elites. We plan to kidnap a group of them and demand a ransom. We hereby apply for a startup grant of 3 million star coins.]
[We understand the rules. After completing this operation, we'll leave the following message at the scene: "Jiang Cheng Company provided full sponsorship for this operation."]
[Furthermore, if we survive the next year, we guarantee to return the 3 million star coins in full, along with double the amount as a thank-you bonus.]
[...]
Chen Jiang raised an eyebrow, a peculiar expression on his face. "Impressively professional," he remarked. "Did you teach them to write this way?"
"No, these guys seem pretty sharp. They wrote it themselves."
"Tsk, that's actually quite interesting."
Chen Jiang couldn't help but chuckle and shake his head. Then, his expression turned serious as he looked at Scar Dog. "To mitigate any risks, I want you to remember one thing: we're not funding their crimes."
"We're simply doing charity, lending star coins to people who genuinely need them. What they choose to do with those coins is entirely their own business, and we have no connection to it."
"This is just a normal business transaction for our company."
"I understand," Scar Dog nodded earnestly. "Don't worry, Brother Jiang, I get it."
Then, he grinned. "I wonder what surprises these guys will bring us. Kidnapping a bunch of second-generation heirs partying on a yacht... it almost feels like they're doing the same thing we do. You think they saw us pull off that heist and decided to copy us?"
"Who knows?" Chen Jiang shook his head, a smile playing on his lips. "Let's hope these guys give us a surprise. At least while we're away from the federation, the Jiang Cheng Company's name will still resonate there."
"Alright, let's put this aside for now."
He yawned wearily, quickly washed up, and flopped onto the nearby bed. "I'll rest for a bit before we head home. Speaking of which, I remember this global event was a hide-and-seek dungeon."
"I wonder if those 997 players have gone mad trying to find us."
"Maybe they've already given up."
Scar Dog grinned. "A global event with no real danger? We should just be laughing quietly. They're not seriously expecting rewards, are they?"
"Still, even though it's only been a dozen hours, it feels like so much has happened."
(End of the Chapter)
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