Chapter 295: Handling Affairs
Chapter 295: Handling Affairs
Inside the villa, Fang Xing lay on the sofa, quietly observing the Great Sun Primordial Spirit within him continuously refining the Demon God Mecha Seed.
This refinement process was invisible to the outside world, so even in front of Xiaolan, he could proceed without any hesitation.
'No technological scanning tool can easily penetrate the aura defense of a Martial Saint, scanning their inner being... Unless they willingly allow it.'
Fang Xing's heart stirred, and he began to check his messages.
Naively, he once thought that after advancing to the Martial Saint level, he would go around showing off and proving his worth.
But in reality, the most important task after becoming a Martial Saint was to answer calls and make calls...
Numerous congratulatory messages flooded in.
Some he could leave for Xiaolan to handle, while others required his personal attention.
For instance, his mentor Nie Ying! And also Xu Sanyang's.
Of course, among them was also Principal Xia Long from Eagle Star.
"Principal Xia... It's fine for the school and the planet to use my image for promotion, but let's forget about building statues and establishing a personal museum and the like."
Fang Xing ended the call with Xia Long, his expression filled with speechless exasperation.
After becoming the principal, Xia Long's behavior had become increasingly bureaucratic.
Although Eagle Star had indeed produced very few Martial Saints, it was understandable for him to be considered a famous figure on the planet.
But to go as far as buying out the entire Happiness Garden Estate where he had lived and turning it into a memorial hall and museum was a bit too much.
Would even the toilet he had used be put on display? That would be social suicide!
'I think Xia Long is just trying to make fun of me... Humph, just a Martial Dao Golden Core, who hasn't even reached the Vajra Realm yet... Pure jealousy.'
Fang Xing snorted coldly and answered another call, his expression immediately softening, "Teacher..."
"Congratulations on your breakthrough... Ever since you declined the special mission, I knew your intentions... Now that you've advanced to the Martial Saint level, work hard."
Nie Ying didn't say much more, offering a simple congratulations and a word of encouragement before hanging up.
The Intermediate Faction was indeed free, but it could also be quite miserable.
Even after advancing to the Martial Saint level, there wasn't much resource allocation.
After all, to gain benefits, one had to fight and seize them!
How could a lone individual compare to a group of people from a faction supporting each other?
This was usually the case.
But... Fang Xing had his connections.
He ended the call with a wry smile and immediately received another call, this time from Xu Sanyang.
"Senior!"
Upon answering, the exterior of the Green Mountain Mental Hospital appeared on the screen.
Xu Sanyang was no longer wearing a patient's gown but a casual outfit, sitting in a recliner.
Beside him, a jade-like woman's hand seemed to be feeding him grapes.
"Hey... You're really something. When I advanced to the Martial Saint level, you were just a small fry. Now, I'm still a Martial Saint, and you've become one too."
Xu Sanyang smiled, "Congratulations... I always knew you were extraordinary, and you must have had unique experiences. It turns out my early investment was right. It's just a pity that you grew too fast... To be honest, why not seriously consider my sister? She's actually quite a catch."
"How can I, a newly advanced Martial Saint, compare to you, Senior? You should be a Federal Senator by now, right?"
Fang Xing smiled, "As one of the few hundred people with the highest authority in the Federation, Senior, you must take good care of your junior in the future."
"Sigh... Speaking of being a Senator, it's quite boring. It's either attending various social events or dealing with disgusting, dirty exchanges of interests... It's all because my family pushed me into this position, I can't even quit if I wanted to... So I took advantage of this time to quickly undergo a rehabilitation program and come here for some rest..."
'You call this rehabilitation? You're just here to relive old memories!'
Fang Xing silently mocked in his heart.
However, he realized that for Xu Sanyang, being a mental patient seemed to bring him more happiness.
"As for the resources to advance to the Martial God level... Don't even think about it. Even I have to wait in line."
Xu Sanyang revealed some information, "Although the Martial God level is the peak, their combat strength can reach the Ninth Stage, making them the Federation's top-tier fighting force... Each one is unique and extraordinary."
"Forget about the resources to break through to the Martial God level. You should focus on getting your mecha in order first. Even the strongest Martial Saint can't defeat a Ninth Stage mecha!"
This was indeed sound advice.
The source of a Professional's power ultimately lay in their personal strength! Even a powerful Martial Saint only possessed Eight Stage combat strength, and facing a Ninth Stage Demon God Offspring would leave them flustered and could even lead to their downfall with a single mistake.
"Yes, I was hoping Senior could help procure some strategic materials."
Fang Xing spoke up, "I can offer the new suppressant in exchange..."
"Sure, in the past, you might not have been able to hold onto this new suppressant... But now that you're a Martial Saint, it's barely manageable." Xu Sanyang nodded, "Sigh... I wasn't as lucky as you. For my mecha, I had to reluctantly agree to a bunch of conditions from my family..."
After a simple agreement, they ended the call.
Fang Xing deeply felt the change in his status and identity.
At that moment, he also made his plans.
In the future, he decided to continue working as a security advisor on White Bird Star, and to the outside world, he would naturally announce the protection of suppressant raw materials and the development of his own mecha.
Just then, another communication came through.
Fang Xing took a look and answered it directly, "Davis?"
As one of the three major authorities on White Bird Star, Davis was quite astute. He knew that Fang Xing was busy and didn't call right away, nor did he wait too long.
It could be said that he had a clever grasp of timing, a seasoned bureaucrat.
"First of all, congratulations to Consultant Fang on his promotion to Martial Saint... And there's another matter. Aureus Group has a new senior assistant named Oliver Jones, who was previously investigating the mecha disposal business..." Davis paused, "He wanted me to keep silent, but our friendship is far more valuable than any amount of money."
Davis immediately sold out Oliver Jones.
He had a feeling that he would witness a Martial Saint going on a murderous rampage that very night.
"Thank you," Fang Xing said, and then asked, "By the way, Davis, do you have the communication number of the regional president of the Aureus Group in this star system? I need to contact him."
"Yes, I'll send it to you right away."
Davis ended the call with a complex expression, then shook his head, "These young people nowadays, none of them have any martial honor..."
Shouldn't a martial artist just go and kill their enemy directly?
They're all so entangled with each other, without a shred of martial spirit.
...
"Even if I were a Martial God, I couldn't just wipe out the Aureus Group... Unless I break through to the Eleventh Stage, then I could settle scores and eliminate those I dislike."
Fang Xing ended the call, his expression also conveying his speechlessness.
He was now a newly promoted Martial Saint, so why would he dirty his hands over a petty person?
As for that dog?
Let its owner kill it.
After all, that's what dogs are for, right? They guard the house and get some leftover food, but once their usefulness is gone, they can be killed and eaten.
As for the Aureus Group, he would wait until he surpassed the Martial God realm and then settle the score with them.
...
Spaceport.
Oliver Jones, the senior assistant of the Aureus Group, wore sunglasses and waited expressionlessly for his flight.
As a senior employee, he didn't have enough star credits or the authority to purchase a private spaceship.
Even if he wanted to run, he'd have to rely on the spaceport's schedule...
It was indeed a helpless situation.
Oliver Jones waited for the spaceship while idly flipping through a newspaper.
'White Bird Star: Warmly Celebrating Fang Xing's Breakthrough to Martial Saint!'
He glanced at the headline, and his heart sank.
Then, he began to console himself, 'Strictly speaking, I was only here to investigate, and I haven't taken any action yet... I shouldn't have truly offended that Martial Saint.'
'As long as I run fast enough, I believe a newly promoted Martial Saint wouldn't bother with the Aureus Group...'
'In fact, the Martial Saint probably doesn't even know about this, as long as Davis doesn't leak the information... It wouldn't benefit him, so he shouldn't do that, right?'
It had to be said that the smarter one is, the more they like to deceive themselves and hold onto a glimmer of hope.
Suddenly, Oliver Jones felt a shadow loom before him.
He looked up, removed his sunglasses, and saw a young Western man in a suit standing in front of him.
"Oliver Jones?!" The young man's voice was icy, sending a chill down Oliver Jones's spine.
"It's me..." Oliver Jones was startled, "Who sent you?"
"Aureus Group's Investigation Department!"
The young man raised the credentials in his hand, "The company suspects you of embezzlement... Come with me for investigation."
"No! Impossible... This is slander!"
Oliver Jones's face was filled with fear.
Being targeted by the internal investigation department of a financial conglomerate meant big trouble.
These giant corporations often had close ties with federal high-ranking officials and even possessed private enforcement powers!
He considered running, but then he noticed two dark-skinned, muscular security guards standing behind the investigation department member.
Oliver Jones wasn't a high-level professional.
In fact, if he had the talent or resources, he wouldn't have been used as a black-gloved operative to do such dirty work.
Seeing that the security department had arrived with advanced weapons, Oliver Jones immediately gave up resisting.
He knew that his resistance would be futile and might even result in his immediate execution.
As the special handcuffs were put on him, Oliver Jones suddenly realized, "Is this about Martial Saint Fang Xing? Has the higher-ups decided to compromise with him?"
"You're sharp, but it's of no use," the young investigator from the investigation department smiled slightly and whispered in Oliver Jones's ear, "Your fate is sealed... Remember, don't provoke those you shouldn't in your next life."
"Damn it! Do you think I wanted this?"
Oliver Jones looked at the special shackles on his wrists and the astonished and disgusted gazes of the federal citizens around him, feeling utterly hopeless...
To be continued.
(End of Chapter)
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