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Life is a stage, each day presenting a different drama; today may be a comedy, while tomorrow could very well be a tragedy. The most intriguing aspect of life is that no one can truly grasp its temperament.
"So, what kind of play is that guy Bill in?"
Facing Politeness's diligent inquiry, Civilization pondered for a moment before responding earnestly, "It should be a comedy."
Upon hearing this answer, Politeness burst into laughter on the bed, rolling back and forth, while A Company knocked over several snacks belonging to Tong Bailong, provoking the large figure of King Kong to glare fiercely and pounce. Thus, the two of them dashed out of the room, embarking on a life-and-death chase that seemed to unfold almost daily.
Xunran observed that Bill had indeed become somewhat of a laughingstock this time; he had tried to steal a chicken but ended up losing rice—this was likely the plight of many young people in the United States today. Ignoring the pain in his body, Bill focused entirely on how to ease his relationship with Master Jufeng. Wade had two gunshot wounds on his arm and was discussing with Zhu Mao how many people and how many guns would be needed to completely deal with Jufeng and his group. Their discussion was heated when suddenly Bill doused them with cold water.
"Forget it. Focus on how to please them; don’t do something foolish like a moth flying into the flame."
Zhu Mao fell silent at these words, but Wade fully inherited the fiery temper of his black skin and retorted, "Is that it?"
Bill turned his gaze toward the vast universe beyond the glass window, rarely sharing his thoughts with these two brothers.
"Actually, ever since my parents died, I haven’t found my direction in life. Although I sing and drink every night, whether with Brothers or rolling around with women in bed, I always feel empty inside—unsettled. This is probably what people mean when they say they have a shell without a soul. It wasn’t until I saw him today that I truly felt alive again, with a hint of fear and... longing. So I don’t want to drift aimlessly anymore; mixing with him might lead to something good."
"And most importantly, we have no room for negotiation."
Wade didn’t grasp the depth of Bill's convoluted sentences due to his limited understanding of Chinese. However, since their acquaintance began, he had always followed Bill’s lead; after so many years, habits can be quite formidable.
So next, Bill warmly invited Jufeng and his group to sing and drink heartily, showing great enthusiasm in introducing the flying vehicle as if he were offering all his possessions.
After dinner, Jufeng took Chuyang out for a walk. Bill contemplated for a moment before following at a respectful distance until Jufeng reached an open area suitable for stargazing.
"Can we smoke here?"
"Of course."
Jufeng pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket—an obscure brand from Earth—and handed one to Bill before taking one for himself. Bill nervously accepted it with both hands and quickly retrieved a gold-trimmed lighter from his pocket to light Jufeng's cigarette while refraining from smoking himself.
Jufeng had only recently started smoking; back then, he was trudging through the snow with several brothers while evading pursuers. Perhaps due to exhaustion, he had asked someone nearby for a cigarette to fend off the cold and fatigue. He was not someone who would be bound by nicotine addiction; however, ever since then, whenever he settled down to think about things, he needed something between his fingers—otherwise, he couldn't find peace within himself.
Habit is a terrifying thing.
"Are you feeling resentful towards me?" Jufeng asked lightly, exhaling a smoke ring.
Bill's heart tightened for a moment, and he awkwardly replied, "I wouldn't dare."
"Daring doesn't mean there's nothing there," Jufeng murmured. "You think I won by catching you off guard, and you still have your trump card to play."
Bill slightly shifted his body, feeling the fabric of his shirt cling to his skin due to the sudden sweat.
"Silence means acquiescence. Alright, I'll give you a chance. You can choose the method; let's make a bet. If you win, you can continue being your carefree pirate. If you lose, I won't take your aircraft, but I hope you'll follow me for a few years. How about that?"
Bill thought for a moment, beads of sweat visible in his hairline. Finally, he gritted his teeth and said, "Alright. But I need to ask—do you know how to pilot a mech?"
Jufeng was taken aback, realizing what Bill was getting at. He hadn't expected Bill to hit so close to home. However, Jufeng showed no sign of nervousness and instead turned to ask Chuyang the same question.
" Chuyang, do you know how to pilot a mech?"
Chuyang furrowed her brow in deep thought, seriously considering her father's question. After a while, her eyes lit up, and she cheerfully replied, "Daddy, I can!"
Jufeng took a deep drag from his cigarette and turned to the astonished Bill. "Let's go with that."
Half an hour later, two massive mechs thundered out of the aircraft like two grains of sand tossed into the vast ocean, creating not a single ripple.
Inside the cockpit, Flower Snow Moon and Wade Zhu Mao were chatting about something when suddenly two crimson dots appeared on the enormous display screen. After receiving reports from their subordinates about what those dots were, everyone looked on with curiosity. Zhu Mao quickly ordered to enlarge the image, revealing two mechs flying toward each other on screen.
"Hey, when did this madman learn how to pilot a mech? When he left Yanhuang City, they hadn't even started mech classes yet!"
Politeness only referred to Jufeng as 'madman' when he wasn't around. Now reminded of this fact, everyone recalled that Jufeng was just a freshman who had learned about mechs for less than half a year.
"What if someone else covets Yanhuang City and sends troops to wipe it out since you don't have any mechs?"
Situ Yu was meticulous in thought and had no fondness for those whose physical capabilities far exceeded normal humans. He believed that bullets were harder than fists and didn't hesitate to pose a tricky question. Everyone was also curious about Yanhuang City and perked up their ears in anticipation.
Upon hearing about his hometown, Politeness rarely showed a deep-rooted pride and arrogance on his face. "Decades ago, when mechas were just beginning to emerge, there was a Warlord who, on a whim, commanded an army of ten thousand to drive their warships to sweep through Yanhuang City. At that time, the Warlord had five newly developed mechas, but unfortunately, he was easily dealt with by an Old Taoist from Yanhuang City. Breaking a mecha with bare hands is nothing unusual."
Watching Politeness boastful demeanor, the crowd couldn't help but murmur among themselves. Muscle and metal clashing head-on—unless one was a fool, who would dare to try? It was no surprise; why not give it a shot?
"What happened next? What became of that Warlord?" Flower Snow Moon asked seriously for once, without making a joke.
"That man later became the master of the madmen. Most of that batch of soldiers stayed behind and even earned a warship to guard Yanhuang City. For this reason, Yanhuang City went through great lengths to clear out a forested area just to accommodate this group of people."
The listeners couldn't help but swallow hard at these words. They thought about how astonishing that confrontation must have been. At the same time, from a leaf knowing autumn's perspective, how powerful must Yanhuang City be!
As their gaze shifted from Politeness to the main event, the two mechas in front had already taken their positions. However, after hearing Politeness's account, the crowd felt somewhat distracted and secretly wondered who would emerge victorious if today's mechas faced that old man from years ago after decades of development.
(To be continued)
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