Star Sky Professional-Chapter 362 - 294: Handling (Request for Monthly Ticket)

Inside the villa.

Fang Xing lay on the sofa, quietly watching as the Great Sun Nascent Soul within him constantly refined the Evil God Mecha Seed.

This refining process was entirely invisible to the outside world.

Hence, even in front of Xiao Lan, he could act recklessly without any reservations.

’Any technological scanning tool would find it difficult to break through the Martial Saint’s Qi defense and scan the Martial Saint’s internals... unless the latter is willing.’

Fang Xing’s mind stirred, and he began to deal with his emails.

He had once naively thought that upon ascending to Martial Saint, he would need to show off and slap faces.

But in fact, after becoming a Martial Saint, the most important thing was to answer and make phone calls...

Various congratulations and well-wishes...

Some could be handled by Xiao Lan, while others he had to deal with personally.

For instance... his mentor Nie Ying!

And Xu Sanyang’s as well.

Of course, Chuying Star’s principal, Xia Long, was one of them.

"Principal Xia... It’s fine to use me for promotions for the school and the planet, but let’s forget about building statues and personal museums and memorials, okay?"

Fang Xing hung up the communication with Xia Long, his expression full of speechlessness.

Xia Long had become increasingly bureaucratic since becoming principal.

Although it was understandable for Chuying Star, which had produced few Martial Saints, to add him to the planet’s list of celebrities,

but to buy the entire Happiness Garden District where he had lived and transform it into a memorial and museum... that was a bit too much.

Would they even display the toilet he had used for viewing? Wouldn’t that be utterly humiliating?

’I bet Xia Long is just trying to tease me... Humph, a mere Martial Arts Golden Core who hasn’t even refined into a Vajra... sheer jealousy.’

With a snort, Fang Xing connected to another call, and his expression immediately softened, "Teacher..."

"Congratulations on your breakthrough... I knew your intentions ever since you turned down the special dispatch mission... Now that you’ve ascended to Martial Saint, work hard."

Nie Ying didn’t say much, merely offering congratulations and a reminder before hanging up the phone.

The Middle Clans were indeed free, but also quite tragic.

Even upon ascending to Martial Saint, there wasn’t much resource investment.

After all, to desire benefits, one must fight and snatch for them!

And how could an individual fight compete with groups huddling together for warmth in faction circles?

Usually, that was the case.

Alas... Fang Xing had his cheats.

He ended the communication with a wry smile, then received another call, this time from Xu Sanyang.

"Senior!"

After connecting, the exterior view of Qingshan Mental Hospital appeared on the other end.

Xu Sanyang, for once, wasn’t in patient attire but in casual clothing, sitting in a lounge chair.

Beside him seemed to be the hand of a jade-like woman, feeding him grapes.

"Yo... You’re really something, my boy. When I advanced to Martial Saint, you were just a little shrimp, and now here you are, a Martial Saint as well."

Xu Sanyang laughed, "Congratulations... I knew there was something unusual about you, boy, and you definitely had some extraordinary encounters. Turns out, my early investment was right on the money, just a pity you grew too fast... To be honest, have you really considered my sister? She’s definitely still a catch."

"I’m just a newly promoted Martial Saint, how can I compare to senior? You must be a Federation councilor now, right?"

Fang Xing joked, "As one of the few who hold the highest power in the Federation, senior, you’ll have to watch out for your junior in the future."

"Ah... to be honest, being a councilor is quite boring, either attending various banquets or engaging in disgusting and dirty exchanges of interests... It’s just that the family supported me to get there, and I can’t just quit... So I took advantage of the recent period to rush through a convalescence program and come here for some recuperation..." freeωebnovēl.c૦m

’Are you really convalescing? Aren’t you just reliving old dreams?’ Fang Xing thought to himself.

However, he found that Xu Sanyang seemed genuinely happier during his pretend insanity spells.

"As for resources from Martial Saint to Martial God... don’t even think about it, I’m still in line."

Xu Sanyang revealed some information, "Martial Gods might have reached the end of their path, but their combat power can meet the Eleventh Realm, and they’re the top combat force of the Federation... each one is unique and extraordinary."

"Don’t talk about the resources to break through to Martial God, you’d better get your mecha in order first... Even the strongest Martial Saint can’t defeat a Ninth Realm mecha!"

This was indeed a sound piece of advice.

The source of a Professional’s rights ultimately lay in their own strength!

Even a powerful Martial Saint was no more than an Eighth Realm in combat power, facing a Ninth Realm Evil God’s Child could be overwhelmingly frustrating, and one could easily die if careless.

"Mhm, that’s where I need senior’s help, to procure some strategic materials."

Fang Xing spoke, "I can offer a new type of Suppressant in exchange..."

"Sure, if it had been earlier, you might not have been able to keep that new Suppressant... but after becoming a Martial Saint, it’s barely manageable." Xu Sanyang nodded, "Ah... I wasn’t as lucky as you back then. For my own mecha’s sake, I had to grudgingly agree to a bunch of conditions set by my family..."

After quickly finalizing their agreement, they ended the communication.

Fang Xing deeply felt the change in his status and position.

At the same time, he had also made good plans.

Might as well continue as a security consultant on White Bird Star in the future, it would be announced to the outside world that the purpose was to protect the source of the suppressant materials while at the same time building my own mecha.

Just then, another communication came through.

Fang Xing looked at the caller and connected directly: "Davis?"

This one of the three major rulers of White Bird Star was still quite sensible; he knew that he was busy and had neither called right away nor too late.

It could be said that he was quite skillful in the timing of his call, an old bureaucrat indeed.

"First, I need to congratulate Consultant Fang on being promoted to Martial Saint... and there’s one more thing, it’s like this, a senior assistant from the Ao Wei Group named Oli Jones was previously investigating the matter of mecha scrapping business... The person hoped I would keep silent, but how could our friendship be weighed against mere money?"

Davis spoke up, directly selling out Oli Jones.

He felt that he could witness a scene of Martial Saint exploding in murder tonight.

"Thank you."

Fang Xing expressed his gratitude, then asked, "By the way, Davis, do you have the contact number of the Ao Wei Group’s president of this star system’s region? I need to get in touch with him."

"Yes, sending it to you right now."

Davis hung up the communication with a complex expression and shook his head: "The young people of today, none of them observe the code of Martial Arts..."

Shouldn’t a Martial Artist directly confront and strike down their enemy?

This mutual connivance, none of it showed the blood of a Martial Artist.

...

"Even if I were Martial God, I couldn’t just annihilate the Ao Wei Group... unless I break through to the Eleventh Realm right now, then I could indulge in settling scores with those I dislike one by one."

Fang Xing disconnected the call, his expression just as speechless.

Nowadays, he was the hot new Martial Saint, why should he tarnish his reputation over a nobody?

As for that dog?

Let the dog’s owner kill it themselves.

After all, isn’t that just how dogs are? They get their leftovers when they guard and protect their homes, but once they’ve outlived their usefulness, they can be killed for their meat right away.

As for the Ao Wei Group, once I break through above Martial God, naturally there will be opportunities to settle the account with them slowly.

...

Space Center.

Ao Wei Group’s senior assistant, Oli Jones, was wearing sunglasses and waiting expressionlessly for his flight.

As a high-level employee, he lacked sufficient Star Coins and authorization to purchase a private spacecraft.

Even if he wanted to flee, he was at the mercy of the space company’s scheduling...

It has to be said, it was a rather helpless situation.

Oli Jones waited for the spaceship while idly reading the newspaper.

’White Bird Star: Celebrating Fang Xing’s breakthrough to Martial Saint with great enthusiasm!’

He glanced at the headline and his heart suddenly turned cold.

Then he started to comfort himself: ’Strictly speaking, I was just here for an investigation, I didn’t make a move... I shouldn’t have truly offended that Martial Saint.’

’As long as I run fast, I believe a newly promoted Martial Saint won’t take the initiative to trouble the Ao Wei Group...’

’Besides, most likely the other party doesn’t even know about this, as long as Davis doesn’t betray me... There’s no benefit for him to do so, he probably wouldn’t, right...’

It has to be said, the smarter people are, the more they like to deceive themselves, harboring illusions of luck.

Oli Jones suddenly felt a shadow loom in front of him.

He looked up, removed his sunglasses, and saw a young white man in a suit standing before him.

"Oli Jones?!" the young white man spoke, his voice cold, giving off an ominous premonition.

"That’s me..." Oli Jones was startled, "Who sent you?"

"Ao Wei Group Investigation Department!"

The young white man lifted up his credentials: "The company now suspects you of office embezzlement... Come with me for an investigation."

"No! Impossible... This is slander!"

A look of terror immediately filled Oli Jones’s face.

Being targeted by the internal investigation department of a financial oligarch, he was definitely in for big trouble.

These giant companies often had close relationships with the high echelons of the Federation, and even possessed private law enforcement rights!

He felt a bit like running away, then saw two dark-skinned, burly guards standing behind the investigator.

Oli Jones was not a high-ranking Professional.

In fact, if he had such talent or capital, he would not have been used as a scapegoat to do this dirty work.

Seeing that the Group’s security department had arrived and they were carrying advanced weapons, Oli Jones immediately gave up resistance.

Because he knew that his resistance would be futile and might even result in being killed on the spot.

When the specially made handcuffs were put on, Oli Jones suddenly realized: "Is it because of Fang Xing, the Martial Saint? Did the senior management decide to compromise with him?"

"You are very perceptive, but it’s a pity, it’s of no use."

The young man from the Investigation Department smiled faintly and whispered in Oli Jones’s ear: "Your fate is already sealed... Remember, in your next life, don’t mess with the wrong person."

"Damn it! You think I wanted this?"

Oli Jones looked at the special shackles on his wrists and the surrounding Federation citizens’ looks of astonishment and disgust, and felt his heart turn to ashes...

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