Above Destiny

Chapter 688: Deep Love between Father and Son
What the heck is this?!
Ji Jue was completely devastated.

He had finally managed to show his face in Xinquan, but before he could even be assigned any work, a disheveled, unshaven man pounced on him as soon as he entered the cafeteria.

She clung to his legs, crying and shouting.

They almost scared me by releasing Jing Zhen.

Only after recognizing it as Minkler did he reluctantly stop.

Amidst many astonished gazes, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Don't kill them, don't kill them! This is the client, this is the client... and a fat sheep client who's willing to pay up!
After much persuasion, Ji Jue finally managed to kick him away and sit down in the office. Then, seeing that the guy was about to pounce on him again, Ji Jue quickly raised his hand to hold him down.

"My dear daughter, don't be afraid, your father is here!"

He forced a kind smile: "What happened?"

Minkler's eyes immediately filled with tears, overwhelmed with grief: "My father is dead."

What the hell are you...

Ji Jue hardened his fist.

Are you here to cause trouble?!

Fortunately, Minkler's sorrowful appearance was genuine, and everything he said was the truth.

His father, old Minkler, really died.

Stroke.

At his advanced age, upon hearing the good news, he was overjoyed, drank some alcohol, took some drugs, and, despite his age, still wanted to act like a young man again, and then died in bed...

This way of dying, well, it's hard to put into words.

He claims to be working tirelessly day and night to protect the country and its people... let's just say he's doing it for the country and its people.

Anyway, the old man wasn't any good either. His death might actually contribute more to Seven Cities than when he was alive.

However, with his death and the ensuing chaos at home, Minkler's position immediately became unstable.

Many people were eyeing his position, waiting for him to make the slightest mistake so they could remove him and replace him with a younger, more capable commander.

If it were any other time of year, it wouldn't be unbearable or impossible to endure, but the 'good news' that old Minkler had heard before has now become a death knell for the entire family.

Because the leader of the Seven Cities Alliance died.

The old leader who once single-handedly connected the seven islands and seven cities of Pucheng, Luodao, Macheng, Xidao, Dancheng, Yamen, and Xiangzhou finally passed away peacefully in his own private hospital after living for more than 130 years.

As a result, the seven cities are now in complete chaos, with internal conflicts erupting and the other six cities and six islands beginning to covet the position of alliance leader.

A battle royale competition is about to begin.

As we all know, in any game, once the rules collapse and it enters a zero-sum phase, the first to die will be either the weakest or the strongest.

Unfortunately, the Minkler family has both...

Among the seven cities, Xiangzhou is the wealthiest, and can be described as richest in the world. However, at this critical juncture, the head of the family died, and the family is in chaos. The first, second, third, fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh and eighth branches are taking turns to rise to power, and they are still fighting each other for the top spot.

It is foreseeable that once the situation gets out of control, they will divide and conquer.

At this critical juncture, if Minkler makes even one wrong move, he could not only fall from grace, but also face certain death and the extermination of his clan.

Unfortunately, the once-in-a-decades-long typhoon season is approaching, and the entire endless sea is filled with the sounds of wind and panic...

The thought that his promising future would be completely ruined by his own father's drunken revelry brought tears to Minkler's eyes, and he felt utterly hopeless.

"It's okay, it's okay. If your own is dead, you still have your biological parents."

"A dry one might even be better!"

Ji Jue smiled and patted the dog's head, saying slowly, "My son, don't be afraid. How about I teach you to use a knock-off Federal missile, satellite-guided, to destroy everything beyond visual range?"

"what?"

Minkler was stunned, speechless with shock: "This... won't I get hammered?"

The Empire and the Federation's standard weapons have been scattered everywhere over the years. Even on the most remote islands in the Endless Sea, you might just pick up a rhinoceros while walking down the street.

So, here's the question... is it because your technology is too advanced that no one can build it?
Perhaps technical reasons are part of it, but more than that... it's because we dare not!
If you buy honestly, you might only have one or two enemies. But if the batch you have doesn't match the two sides, then you'll have a lot of people coming to talk to you.

"What a useless piece of trash."

Ji Jue shook his head and sighed. Why should he be afraid of being banned when he's using cheats?

If you're afraid, don't play; if you play, don't be afraid!
Looking ahead and behind, what kind of behavior is that?
Seeing that Minkler was so timid, Ji Jue said again, "Then I will teach you the Red Gang's technique of mobilizing men, a large group of knights, who will advance without retreat, and die without return, how about it?"

"It's not right, it's not right!"

Minkler shook his head again: "No matter how strong a large group of knights is, they are still on land. Once they get to the water, unless they can fly, the cannons of the ship will ultimately reign supreme."

The island conflicts have raged for so long, there are plenty of chosen ones, but at sea, it's not a matter of fighting alone. Even if you can fly, how far and how long can you fly?

Ultimately, we still have to rely on strong ships and powerful cannons!
Ji Jue clicked his tongue. "Then I'll help you contact the Dragonbone Fleet?"

"No, no, no!"

Minkler shook his head frantically, "This is simply letting a wolf into the house!"

The Northerners are desperate for money and starving, and they're locked in a life-or-death struggle with the Northern Alliance. At this critical juncture, let alone whether they have the resources to support them, even if support did come, would you dare to take it?

Once the Dragonbone Fleet enters the Seven Cities, Mingkele will immediately become a sinner of the Seven Cities, and everyone in the martial arts world will want to kill him. He will be attacked by all the heroes of the world and will definitely die a very tragic and inhuman death!
Ji Jue was immediately enraged: "You don't want this, you don't want that, you good-for-nothing, are you here to make fun of me?"

Minkler wiped away his tears, craning his neck in anticipation, waiting for Ji Jue to pull out the ruler and strike him three times. But seeing Ji Jue pull out the Pan Ying, he was immediately horrified and quickly stopped him, saying, "Wait, Godfather, this isn't right, this isn't right... the old seeds..."

"Don't you dare go back to your old ways!"

Ji Jue grabbed the dog's mouth and questioned, "Old Ming, Old Ming, we're acquaintances now. For Brother Feng's sake, I won't treat you like an outsider. Don't treat me like a sucker. Tell me the truth!"

"What exactly do you want to do?!" "It's not about what I want to do."

Minkler was speechless with emotion.

To be honest, he was truly desperate. He had exhausted all avenues of inquiry, even kowtowing to Xin Quan. He wasn't even counting on Ji Jue.

"Father, you have to show me a way to survive!"

His eyes were blurry with tears, and he hesitated to speak: "Now that things have come to this, could you please, Federation, have mercy and give me a hand..."

Seeing the change in Ji Jue's expression, he quickly added, "Money is not a problem, we can discuss the amount!"

Ji Jue gave a cold laugh.

Okay, so you're waiting for me here, huh?
Hoping that Ji Jue would pull some strings for him and get the Federation to support him as the King of Seven Cities in Minkler...

Ji Jue only asked, "Do you think money can solve the problem with the Federation?"

Indeed, Qicheng has money, but what's the use of money?

Can a string of numbers really move the Federation? How much could you possibly squeeze out of your seven cities?

Even if the Federation is tempted, another problem arises—why would you put your name on my Federation's money?

Who do you think you are, to dare to do business with the Federal Government?!
"The Federation doesn't dare to even think about it, but Haizhou... can Haizhou even..."

"Dreaming!"

Ji Jue scoffed: "You've come to the wrong place, Lao Ming. My Xinquan is just an agricultural machinery factory. We don't have that kind of influence, and we can't get involved in the big events of your Seven Cities. You should find someone more capable!"

Minkler wanted to say something more, but Ji Jue was adamant and didn't even wait for him to reveal his chips, too lazy to get involved in the quagmire of Seven Cities.

When people work together, the worst thing they can do is develop personal feelings for their customers.

Let's stop with all the sweet talk.

Minkler's eyes immediately welled up with tears. "Why is my life so miserable!"

"If you consider this a miserable life, what about those garbage collectors working outside the window?" Ji Jue sneered. "At least you're still alive."

Even if the seven cities are determined to fight to the death, as long as you don't insist on jumping into the pit, and you know what's good for you, you can take your family fortune and live a life of comfort and wealth in anonymity.

Even better, if he kneels down quickly and licks the boots diligently, the new winner might slip some food between his fingers, enough for him to live a life of luxury.

"How could I possibly survive?"

Minkler choked back tears and sobbed, "The typhoon season is coming soon, and when the storms pick up at sea, we'll probably be food for the wild animals... Even if we're lucky enough to survive, we'll have to take the blame and go to court..."

"and many more!"

Ji Jue paused for a moment, his brows furrowing: "What did you just say?"

“Uh…” Minkler was taken aback: “Bad luck?”
"That's not it!"

"Holiday season?"

"Yes, the next one, the next sentence!"

"A calamity beast."

Minkler was bewildered.

Every so often, every few decades or even a dozen years, the endless sea would be ravaged by a season of disasters. Wherever this strange weather phenomenon known as the Harmful Wind passed, all the monstrous beasts would enter a period of heightened arousal, awakening, preying, mating, or going berserk...

Dangerous species congregate in large groups, killing each other and even attacking densely populated areas. Wild animals don't care about reason; they'll eat whatever's available, and no amount of logic will change that.

The Federation and the Empire were not worried about this problem at all. Tiandu and Diyu were still there. But the Thousand Islands were really unlucky. They had nowhere to run and no way to hide. They could only grit their teeth and bear it. Every time, the losses were heavy. No one knew how many remote islands were completely eaten up during the typhoon season.

At this critical juncture, the naval commander-in-chief of the Seven Cities Joint Defense Command is a living hell, and Minkler can't even get down there... Besides, it's questionable whether the people below will even obey orders!

He kept submitting reports, begging for people, money, and subsidies, but the Seven City Council kept dragging its feet, telling him to keep going, to work hard, and that everyone supported him.

Aside from auspicious words, there was absolutely no support.

It's obvious they want to use him as a sacrifice!

Once the typhoon season is over, we'll start settling accounts. At that time, Minkler will be the shame of the seven cities for his poor command and for ruining my great navy... Anyway, we don't need to care whether your broken navy is using junk from over a hundred years ago. We're just counting on him to settle the score!
Thinking about this, Minkler felt an urge to hang himself at the gate of New Spring.

Since I'm going to die a horrible death anyway, I might as well just die first...

"Is that all?"

An arm wrapped around him affectionately, and Ji Jue grinned, "You should have said so earlier! When did things become so distant between us, father and son?"

"what?"

Minkler was sluggish.

"You're a tyrant, right? A monster of disaster, right?" Ji Jue patted his shoulder, beaming. "You've come to the right person, Lao Ming! I'm the expert!"

"what!"

Minkler was bewildered.

"I can't handle seven cities, and I can't be bothered with your family, but I can guarantee you a smooth ride!"

Ji Jue picked up the hot water to make tea, wiped his face, invited him to sit down and served him the best tea, patted his chest, and swore an oath: "My son, don't worry, as long as your father is still alive, I will ensure you have no worries for the rest of your life!"

"what?!"

Minkler began to question the meaning of life.

T-Is this right?

Yes...right?

(End of this chapter)