Above Destiny

Chapter 417 Contract and Contract

Accountants come and accountants go.

Then, two days later, the accountant came again with a new contract.

After a brief discussion, both parties had no objection to the terms and both felt they had made a great deal.

After Ji Jue signed, the accountant pulled out a knife from his arms, blew on the handle, and hammered it down on the paper, leaving behind a mask mark of a sword and a knife intersecting, mottled and hideous.

In the name of the Homecoming Knights, I made a covenant with Ji Jue, with the priest and the crowd as witnesses.

It does not have the same coercive power as Tianyuan, but the consequences of violating it are equally serious.

The covenant was based on the inheritance of the burnt offering. Once the Homecoming Knights broke their promise, they would be immediately punished by the priest and at the same time, be ignored and rejected by the masses.

And if it was Ji Jue who violated the contract, then it wouldn't matter...it would just be that we would be sworn enemies from then on.

Unless every last member of the Homecoming Knights dies, the blood feud will never end.

After signing, Ji Jue was promoted from a previous customer to an honorable friend of the Red Nation and a strategic partner of the Homecoming Knights. In simple terms, he was a major financial sponsor on par with the Lou family and a VIP user of Didi Da Ren.

If you have any business in the future, the hiring fee will be 20% off. The returning knights can be called upon and dismissed at will, and the work is guaranteed to be good and non-sticky!

To be honest, although it is much more convenient, it still feels a little wrong...

Heavy, too heavy!
They always say 'for a lifetime' and 'once upon a lifetime', asking everyone to be lifelong partners... It's too annoying.

You guys are only thinking about yourselves, right?!
Oh, I still want to continue to whore for free...

Ji Jue didn’t care about these trivial things. They were not expensive anyway. They were just ordinary works. Most of them were trial products that were sold in large quantities. He could just use them as a way to recruit people for testing.

Before leaving, the accountant left an iron box for Slan.

[Seeds of dead bacteria]

Those gray-black molds that sprouted and grew from countless battlefields in Middle-earth.

It germinates in the blood, grows in death, and decays in decay. After repeating this cycle for who knows how many generations, the mold eventually grows into clusters of flocs like moss.

If it could be used in alchemy, it might have an unexpected effect, which made Ji Jue jealous. Unfortunately, this was the sacrifice that the main fungus loved, and it was a strategic material that the Homecoming Knights had kept in their bottom box, so it was absolutely impossible to sell it.

A small handful is equivalent to a life and a victory for the returning knights. Being able to give out so much means a real investment.

Before leaving, the accountant held Ji Jue's hand, sighed, and said something like "As long as the mountains remain, there will be no shortage of firewood to burn", and if anything unexpected happened, he must not take it too seriously.

If you come to Middle-earth, we will open a factory to support you!

The abacus beads were about to fall on Ji Jue's face...

Not only was there this large group in front of them, but over the next half week, three more small groups of about 40 people arrived one after another. They were all returning knights who had made extra money in the Seven Cities Alliance in the Federation and surrounding waters. After receiving the news, they rushed here day and night to help Director Ji.

It doesn’t matter whether it’s money or not. Anyway, the number of heavy exoskeletons delivered by Ji Jue is calculated based on the number of people. For every additional person, one more exoskeleton will be delivered, and for every additional team, one more exoskeleton will be delivered with accessories.

Afterwards, people from Huangji also arrived one after another and settled down in the old Diaomao Town. Among them, the only one who peeked at Ji Jue with a resentful look was Lao Tang, the well-known Didi thug who gave bad reviews.

We are so familiar with each other, why don’t you call me first when you have something good to do?

We are all in a big group, so I can do it! I can even get a discount!
It's a pity that Ji Jue never talked to him about money, nor did he care about the private security and bodyguard services he promoted.

Are you kidding me? You're just trying to help me. You're just greedy for my gold coins, you bastard!
After confirming that the gold coins of the Eternal Dynasty were Lao Tang’s binding sacrifice, Ji Jue was not as generous as before. He decided to keep it in suspense for now!

Let him serve her and show off his courtesy, like a pure and innocent girl who received a gift without any return, hesitating but also welcoming, full of affection.

You have to believe in the bond between us. In my heart, you are definitely different from them.

This is just a small test. You won't let me down, right?
After a little trial, Lao Tang had already made the grinding wheel produce sparks.

Large groups are really useful...

During this process, he also stepped up to upgrade the security team's equipment, expedited the production of all the previously researched copycat armored weapons, and carried out small-scale deployment and training.

After all, they are all the ace fighters of the Veteran Club. They were able to crawl out of the mud pit in Middle-earth unscathed and run to Quancheng to find re-employment. Every one of them is a fighting baby among the fill-in babies, so there is no need to worry about their quality and ability.

Anyway, just double the salary, bonus and maximum allowances and that's it.

As time passed, amid intensive preparations, the entire Xinquan once again ushered in new changes. Defense lines and patrols were established in accordance with the security standards of the Middle-earth garrison base, and everyone was ready for battle.

And then... only then...

With the full arrival of the rainy season and the gradual increase in rainfall, the entire Haizhou has gradually turned into a swamp. The communication and exchanges between the city and the outside world have been cut off, leaving only airship transportation and a few fixed and stable roads between the cities.

The entire wilderness was gradually rotting in the rain, fog and humid air. The stench in the sea breeze became stronger day by day, and mold spread in the corners of the walls without any need to spread.

But from beginning to end, no one came.

So in the end, after waiting day after day, everyone was almost bored to death.

I don't know how long ago, I heard that the coalition forces of the Bloodwashing Fleet and many fleets had set out, but unfortunately, I haven't seen a single one of them until now.

It was as if the ship sank and drowned just as he set out.

Very strange.

Bad news came from the wilderness from time to time. Some small groups of water ghosts bypassed Xinquan in various ways, crossed the coast and advanced inland, where they continued to plunder.

After all, the coastline is so long, there are no gates, but there are also paths.

As the storm raged, those desperate pirates came ashore, leaving devastation wherever they passed, and even the wailing was silent.

There was chaos and war outside, but Xinquan was peaceful and quiet, with people having nothing to do.

To the point that everyone began to suspect that the so-called "diabolical general" had retreated, and this time it was just a lot of noise but little action. He was scared and moved to other places.

But he was also worried that this was some kind of trick to confuse the enemy and paralyze them, so he had to continue to persevere.

Ji Jue didn't care about this.

If they don't want to come, then don't come. After the rainy season is over, it won't be easy for them to cross the reef area and reach the shore. He is not in a hurry anyway, so he might as well spend the money.

Even if he really doesn't come, after the rainy season is over, won't he take his men to Slut Town again?

It's all the same, no matter where the banquet starts, it's still a banquet.

It makes no difference.

Just like that, in the heavy rain, the days passed one by one...
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Days go by, but for some people, life becomes increasingly difficult.

Especially the blood-washed General Pacquiao who led all his main forces out and brought a large number of pirates with him... He gave himself the title of general, and it was never officially recognized. But at this moment, as the pirates' clamor and dissatisfaction became more and more serious, he finally felt the pressure of being a general. You know, these pirates with various origins are not good people who will accept it, and it is ridiculously difficult to manage them.

What everyone cares about is that when they are together, they are a pile of shit, and when they are apart, the air is filled with stench. Talk like organization and discipline should only be left in dreams. It is normal to draw swords and fight to the death if there is a disagreement.

If you want to control such a bunch of ghosts, you can only rely on carrots and sticks. Only with the temptation of distant interests and the threat of your own stick can you barely mobilize them.

But now, the situation can no longer be suppressed by just using the stick.

But the carrots are still far away...

The rainy season is always short and fleeting, and so is the opportunity to make a fortune. Everyone follows you to sea and respects you as the leader, isn't it just to follow the leader and make more money?
After being away from Hong Kong for so long, everyone has been floating in the fog for nearly half a month. Not to mention money, even their food is almost gone. For a while, many members of the middle and lower levels have shown dissatisfaction and complaints. The upper levels have also repeatedly put pressure on Pacquiao about the sailors' affairs, hoping that he will quickly play the role of a leader and lead everyone to become bigger and stronger and create greater glory!
Unfortunately, Pacquiao didn't move.

Like dead.

Now, relying on its former reputation and money-throwing strategies and even coercion and inducement, the Blood Washing Fleet, which has united many fleets, has almost shown signs of dominating the northwest region of the Endless Sea. If it can succeed in the plunder this time and lead everyone to get rich, then it will be no problem for it to dominate the Canghuang Ocean and become the leading maritime giant. By then, won't all the damn seven cities have to depend on his mood?

If you work harder, give birth to a few more sons, train them well, then you may be able to try for the position of 'Three Scales and Six Corners' in your lifetime!
The prerequisite is that you have to pass this level.

Fucking Ji Jue! Ji Jue! It’s still Ji Jue!
The food and fodder were sent before the armies moved, and intelligence had already begun to be gathered before the food and fodder began to be prepared.

Especially after Ji Jue turned completely against Pacquiao and crushed Pacquiao's son to death, there was no room for reconciliation between the two families. Pacquiao once again spent a large sum of money to buy Ji Jue's information from various sources, and looked forward to the update of the new version.

Then, after turning the first page, Pacquiao began to see black.

It felt like Xu Chao first opened the door for Lu Changsheng...

It's so weird!
The credibility of intelligence is sometimes even more mysterious than the federal stock market...some are fake and some are true, some are true and some are false, some are nine true and one false, some are nine shallow and one deep, and so on. It is a mess with all kinds of people mixed together!
Especially with a behemoth like the Tong family quietly stirring up trouble behind the scenes, many rumors and hearsay mixed with the real situation only make people more and more confused and more and more uncomfortable.

Some people say that this bastard surnamed Ji has been an apprentice since he was fourteen years old. His teacher is a junior craftsman in a registered workshop. He is unknown. He has come this far by selling...

Others said that he was actually chosen by heaven, a natural material for the Ashes, a fine jade of supreme goodness, and that in just one year he had built up a huge business from scratch. At the same time, he was ranked the chief among the Ashes craftsmen, and was destined to receive the Golden Ribbon, and his transformation was complete.

Some people say that he is a black glove secretly cultivated by the Tong family. He is loyal, reliable, and dares to fight and kill.

Some people say that this person is the successor secretly cultivated by Chen Xingzhou, who personally manipulated Chen Xingzhou's process of ascending to power, and even sat in Lei Wuye's mourning hall, forcing Lei Wuye's last heir to death! Others say that this person is treacherous and cunning, and has close contacts with the Lou family. In order to become the son-in-law of the Lou family, he even risked his life to sneak into Jianyuan's workshop to save Lou Yanyue who was imprisoned.

And his teacher, some people said he was a nobody and they had never heard of him, and there was also a craftsman... as soon as he saw Ye Xian's photo, he didn't even say hello and ran away with the boat that very night!
After the people at Huanxiang Workshop heard about this, they locked the door and would not open it no matter how much they called.

Just thinking about how deep the water behind is makes my scalp tingle.

There are too many things, true and false, false and true, and it is too messy. However, there is one thing that cannot be faked... There is no doubt that he has made a great contribution to the rise of Haichao Military Industry.

Not only did he bring the empty shell of the Coast Automobile Factory back to life, he also massacred four teams along the way in the Wild Sea Rally, and even personally presided over the reckoning of all participants after the race!

All those who had offended him, all those who wanted to cause trouble for him, from top to bottom, were killed.

Not one of them could escape!
To be able to reach his current rank in the Federation, a competition area that appears peaceful on the surface but is actually a life-and-death battle in secret, not to mention his ability and skills, the backing behind him must be very powerful. It is said that even the current Haizhou defender Lv Yingyue has to consider his opinions and ideas!
...Who the hell is this person!
I had heard from many rumors before that Ji Jue was difficult to deal with, but after careful investigation, I found that he was even more difficult to deal with.

After watching half of it, Pacquiao started to worry about it - he scratched his head, racked his brains, and scratched his bald head even more bald - he couldn't figure it out!
If Ji Jue was here, he would just want to grab this bastard's neck and ask him - Big Brother, what are you trying to do? !
Why bother? !

You are the king of Xinquan, and you look down on us water ghosts and think we are dirty... Why didn't you say it earlier!
You should have told me earlier!
If you had called me and scolded me, my blood pressure would have risen and I would have gotten even angrier a couple of times, but it wouldn't have gotten to this point today!
What if I take another route?!
There are countless solutions to this problem, each of which is more convenient, simpler and easier to resolve than the current head-on confrontation between the two sides.

But now, the only way left is this life and death struggle.

Pacquiao really has no choice.

After so many years of socializing, everyone has been so focused on their skills that they end up running into a man-eating tree without paying attention!
As a result, not only did he lose his son, but he also lost his dignity.

Finally, he was forced into a situation where he couldn't back down!

He was furious at the thought that he had been forced into such a dangerous situation by a little kid who came from nowhere.

But when he thought about how he was forced to this extent and had no other choice, he instinctively felt horrified!
At this point, it is useless to seek peace, and procrastination is nothing but slow death. If you want to maintain your position and fight back, then this is the only way to go.

This is the only path that has been arranged by the opponent that you can take!
It was as if I was being pulled by a pair of invisible hands and turned into a puppet. After being assigned a role, I walked towards the stage step by step involuntarily.

In the control of the opponent...

Why did he do this? What did he want to do? What on earth did he want... No matter what, I couldn't figure it out.

The more I thought about it, the more I felt creepy and uneasy.

He sighed silently in the dead silence.

Just outside the cabin, he could faintly hear the complaints and noises of sailors from other fleets in the distance. Those voices were like the tide, spreading silently, entangling, covering him, and making him restless.

"What is he waiting for?"

A mocking voice sounded in the void of the captain's cabin, "What are you waiting for, 'General'?"

Pacquiao was silent and speechless.

Only regretful laughter echoed.

"You don't have a choice anymore, do you?"

Pacquiao lowered his eyes expressionlessly, staring at the gorgeous wine glass that suddenly appeared on the table, and even the oath wine in the glass. After a long time, he reached out and picked it up.

He raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.

"Then, it's a deal!"

He said to the person on the other side of the glass.

"of course."

As the wine glass dissipated and turned into flowing light, it sank into his chest and wrapped around his heart. The assurance from the other side resounded in his soul:

"You make this covenant with us."
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Half an hour later, a high-pitched and sharp horn sound suddenly rose from Pacquiao's ship, echoing solemnly, continuing in the thick sea fog and heavy rain.

Within ten minutes, all the ship owners and pirate leaders gathered in the battleship's conference room, staring at Pacquiao who pushed the door open, stunned.

Covered by the scarlet flames, the hunched body straightened up, and the iron-gray muscles reappeared from the skeleton, no longer old.

It was as if a giant had come among the dwarfs, and he sat in the front seat with dignity.

Look down and look down!

"Order all personnel to weigh anchor and set sail immediately."

Pacquiao wiped the red-stained machete from the execution and issued a cold order: "From now on, everyone is to remain silent and cut off all communication."

"——After three days, burn all the new springs!"

(End of this chapter)