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Regarding Lin Yuan's nonchalance, the members of the Fat Three tribe clearly didn't believe it, but they maintained their enthusiasm and laughed, "No problem, I'll wait for you, brother. But it better not take more than five minutes. Walk left for eight hundred meters, then right for five hundred meters, and you'll find a temporary trading platform affiliated with G-715 Sub-base!"
"Five minutes? That's too much. In my opinion, three minutes is enough!" Lin Yuan replied with a smile. At the same time, his Auditory Radar quickly locked onto several nearby Mercenary stalls, identifying the necessary scrap parts. "Please wait just three minutes; I'll be right back!"
With that said, Lin Yuan moved slightly and swiftly navigated through the surrounding stalls. In less than a minute, he spent just under ten thousand Mechanical Coins to purchase a large assortment of seemingly worthless Mechanical Parts. Finally, with a flourish, he tossed them in front of the Fat Three tribe's stall.
This action left the members of Fat Three momentarily stunned, and even the passing miners and mercenaries were baffled. Was this guy out of his mind?
"Hey! Brother, you came back really fast—just fifty-three seconds and forty-seven milliseconds! That's an unbeatable record, and you've fulfilled your promise. However, I'm afraid this doesn't fall within our trading scope. If you think... Oh, damn!"
The member of Fat Three was still complaining when he saw Lin Yuan assembling those seemingly unrelated piles of junk at an indescribable speed!
It was as if those lifeless scrap parts miraculously came to life at that moment, making it feel like they were witnessing a magnificent palace rising rapidly!
Everyone who witnessed this scene was dumbfounded. They had seen assembly speeds before; those Mechanical Assembly arms could do that. But this was entirely different because it was not mechanical assembly—uniform and monotonous—while Lin Yuan's assembly was filled with countless possibilities. The process of assembling from scrap parts was particularly striking!
One minute and thirty-one seconds!
Time froze at that moment as Lin Yuan's Mechanical Arms produced a complete Blade Wing Tiger!
All who beheld this scene were left speechless!
"Two minutes and twenty-four seconds—not bad at all! Although this might not belong to the Fengyi-800 model, it should be enough to complete this transaction."
Lin Yuan chuckled; he wasn't showing off but suddenly realized he could make a fortune in this 478 minefield. After all, if every miner here had some Byproduct Ore in hand, he could stay without spending any Mechanical Coins and earn a fortune just through his assembly skills!
At this moment, the member of Fat Three was completely convinced. He picked up the assembled Fengyi-800 claw and waved it a few times before tossing a large bag of Byproduct Ore over to Lin Yuan.
But before Lin Yuan could catch it, a thin thread appeared out of nowhere and swiftly wrapped around the bag. It spun gracefully in mid-air before being pulled in another direction.
Seeing this scene, Lin Yuan felt delighted instead of surprised; he was no stranger to such resilient threads.
"Lord J?"
Sure enough, in the next moment, an incredibly agile figure darted out from the dense crowd like a fish—who else but Lord J!
“Papaya! No, it should be called Wooden Child now. Congratulations, we knew you could create miracles!” Lord J said lightly, his tone carrying a hint of familiarity that surprised Lin Yuan. Before he could respond, a loud voice boomed, “Excuse me, excuse me! Good people don’t block the way; those who do aren’t good people!”
Following that, the massive Mechanical Body of Shield Warrior Bison thundered through, causing chaos all around. With Bison’s appearance, Thomas and Fat Three were naturally not far behind.
“What are you doing here?” Lin Yuan was taken aback for a moment, then immediately used his Auditory Radar to scan the area but found no sign of Troll Captain.
“Don’t bother looking; we’re here to seek refuge with you, Papaya. You’ve become quite impressive now, a celebrity in g-715 Sub-base. You won’t turn away your struggling brothers, will you?” Thomas chuckled awkwardly.
“What? Seeking refuge with me?” Lin Yuan was momentarily stunned. The sudden appearance of Lord J and the others at Mine 478 had already caught him off guard; now they were coming to him for help, which was even more surprising.
“Don’t be too shocked. Troll Captain is getting old and wants to return home to enjoy his retirement and spend time with his grandchildren. What does a Mechanical Life need with grandchildren? But anyway, after you left, he disbanded the Troll Squad and entrusted us with the legacy to bring to you. Now, you’re the head of the Troll Mercenary Team! Also, just a friendly reminder: the Troll Mercenary Team’s account is in debt by twenty million; it’s on the brink of bankruptcy, so brace yourself!” Thomas explained with exaggerated expressions.
“Wait, what? Twenty million in debt? But what does that have to do with me?” Lin Yuan felt dizzy. What was Troll Captain playing at? This wasn’t how things were supposed to go!
Despite the Troll Mercenary Team being twenty million in debt, it was still on the verge of reaching e-Class standards as a Mercenary Group. Not to mention having Lord J, Thomas, Bison, and Fat Three as four capable members along with four Tanks—this hidden wealth exceeded over a hundred million Mechanical Coins. Just training four powerful and well-coordinated Mercenaries wasn’t a trivial expense.
So something was off here!
“Hey! It’s not just about you; it’s about us together, Wooden Child. Don’t be modest! We initially thought that the legacy should rightfully belong to Lord J since he was most qualified. But after hearing that you single-handedly took down Kangaroo and Wild Boar Mercenary Groups and made that rascal Crow look foolish, we were completely convinced. Let’s proceed with the transfer!”
Thomas slapped Lin Yuan on the shoulder casually. Then Lord J quickly stepped in and pressed a disc-like black object against Lin Yuan's waist. In an instant, a series of information began to generate automatically.
“Ding! You have obtained the legacy rights of the Troll Mercenary Team! You are now the actual creditor of the Troll Mercenary Team. Note: The team currently has negative assets of twenty million and is one hundred thousand away from bankruptcy; please repay your debts as soon as possible!”
“Ding! You have one opportunity to change the name of the Mercenary Group. Currently, there are four Mercenaries under contract: Swift Hunter j-105--789087659876, code name Lord J, currently serving this Mercenary Group for one hundred Mechanical Years; Heavy Shield Defender -45-kl-45990011, code name Bison, currently serving this Mercenary Group for three hundred Mechanical Years; Brute Assault Specialist Thomas, code name Thomas, currently serving this Mercenary Group for five hundred Mechanical Years; Brute Assault Specialist &5881, code name Fat Three, currently serving this Mercenary Group for one thousand Mechanical Years.”
“Ding! Your Mercenary Group currently has an honor completion rate of 987 points; Mechanical City Invisible Reputation 0 points; g-715 Sub-base reputation 185 points; g-887 Sub-base reputation -897 points (Note: If reputation is above negative three hundred, target parties may qualify to issue a bounty against your Mercenary Group; if reputation is below negative three hundred but above zero points, you will be listed as one of the least popular individuals and unable to accept any tasks).”
“Ding! Your Mercenary Group’s current financial situation is dire; there is no income whatsoever. Each Mechanical Year requires payment as follows: a) Lord J receives three million Mechanical Coins per Mechanical Year; b) Thomas and Bison each receive one million Mechanical Coins per Mechanical Year; c) Fat Three receives one hundred thousand Mechanical Coins per Mechanical Year. Currently owed salaries total twelve Mechanical Years. Note: If salaries cannot be paid for over three years, according to Mechanical City Mercenary laws, Mercenaries can unconditionally terminate contracts unilaterally!”
…
What on earth! This is unbelievable!
Troll, that old bastard!
After reading all this information, Lin Yuan looked at Lord J, Bison, Thomas, and Fat Three, and suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. Damn! That old bastard Troll must have fled because he couldn't pay the wages, leaving this huge mess for him to deal with.
This, this, this—what a top-notch Troll Captain! It's hard to believe he hasn't paid wages for over twelve Mechanical Years, just for Lord J alone. The amount owed would be six million Mechanical Coins!
This is a big pitfall!
Lin Yuan immediately thought of this point. That old bastard Troll must have set his sights on his eighteen Tanks too, right?
Clearing his throat, Lin Yuan pushed away Thomas's furry arm, which was almost as thick as a Gorilla's, and said suspiciously, "Everyone, I'm innocent here. Just so you know, if you think I can pay your wages, you've got the wrong person! Or should I just hand over the inheritance rights of this Mercenary Group to you?"
"Wooden Child! Talking about wages is so mundane! We've lived well all these years without pay. Anyway, we can settle the owed wages later; we're all family here. As for the two million debt, it’s not a big deal. Right now, our Mercenary Group has a life-and-death problem that needs solving! You decide!" Thomas blinked his eyes, looking more and more displeased.
"What life-and-death problem?" Lin Yuan started to feel dizzy. Alright, let’s curse that unreliable Troll Captain a thousand more times! May his nonexistent grandson never find peace!
"A Mercenary Mission. The Troll Captain suddenly accepted this mission and then got scared and fled immediately. He took off with Old Nyx and that Silver Dancer's Old Cucumber. But as for the Troll Captain—if you take on this mission, there won't be any issues," Lord J suddenly spoke up.
…(To be continued.)
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