If one lacks talent in martial arts, then why not forge a new path with technology? Oh, and by the way—alchemy, arcane arts, runic science, and sorcerous disciplines all count as technology too, don’t
Jiangnan Base City, Bright Moon Residential Area.
In the basement of a certain villa, the vast space had long since been transformed into a workshop, resembling a factory for crafting precision equipment.
A handsome young man stood before the workbench, his hands moving rapidly across the control panel.
Suddenly, a bell rang, and his movements came to a halt.
On the other side of the high-strength alloy glass, sparks erupted from a fist-sized component he was working on, and just like that, a ten-million-level optical instrument was ruined.
"You'd better have a good reason! Otherwise, I'll find another partner for the next project!" The youth answered the call with visible annoyance, his tone forceful.
The loss of such a valuable asset was secondary; what truly mattered was that he had already spent a whole month on this project, only for everything to fall apart at the most crucial step.
"Jiang Chen, you can't be like this! Our military has always offered you the best terms, and our cooperation has always been smooth!"
On the screen appeared a man in uniform, his hair streaked with gray—the supreme commander of Jiangnan Base City's military, the God of War, Li Dawei.
Apparently unwilling to linger on the topic, Li Dawei quickly shifted the conversation: "Here's the thing. Your friend Luo Feng got into a conflict with a martial artist's family member today and has been detained..."
"Luo Feng?"
Jiang Chen paused, suddenly recalling that d