"Leaving room for maneuver?"
Xu Wen reached out and crushed Wu Litian's skull: "You can't always talk about leaving room for maneuver when your side is losing."
He turned, his gaze falling on a hidden camera in the ceiling, which to the naked eye appeared as just a plain, patterned coating.
"Alright, now you can leave me some leeway."
"..."
There was a moment of silence at the conglomerate headquarters, then a slow voice said, "From today onwards, there will be no place for you on this planet."
"You'll soon find out that Wu Litian has far too little power at his disposal..."
Before he could finish speaking, Xu Wen raised his middle finger and then kicked several nearby security cameras, shattering them.
At the same time, on the other side of the world, in a peaceful and tranquil town.
This town is filled with an ancient and natural atmosphere, completely different from the wastelands, garbage, prosperity, and technology of other places. It's as simple as a medieval country town.
"It must be a beautified version of a game or a Western fantasy novel."
[On the abandoned mining planet, almost all cities and population centers are crammed into the gaps between various garbage dumps. No matter where you choose, the furthest distance from any garbage dump is no more than 120 kilometers.]
However, there are no other cities within a 200-kilometer radius of this town, and no garbage disposal area within a 300-kilometer radius.
This is a paradise on earth, an environmentally friendly zone purchased from high-ranking beings in the airspace by a conglomerate at a considerable cost. It appears peaceful and tranquil, but in reality, every resident here is one of the highest-ranking beings on this planet.
Some were, and some are now.
At this moment, more than a dozen elderly people in this small town are playing chess, enjoying the cool breeze and warm sunshine.
[Communication message arrives: "Elders, he has chosen to reject our goodwill and is determined to be our enemy."]
Some elderly men shook their heads, some waved their hands, and some continued playing chess; they couldn't be bothered to pay attention to any of this.
"But whether you manage it or not, all major decisions have to go through you."
Yun Shou said while gnawing on the hind hoof of a Qilin at the banquet.
"Such a refreshing texture! Is this hoof from that Ice Gate place? (Chapter 509)"
The rest of the people all received the same instruction.
"The bounty for the kill will be... fifty million credits. This should be made public to all 'trash kings' globally, including those fugitives also wanted at the same time."
"Those three kids, each worth ten million, but the one piloting that red special exoskeleton is worth fifty million."
"Let's publish it, so he knows the price of rejecting our goodwill."
[One of the elderly men lay in the arms of a young girl, enjoying a massage while issuing commands with his wrinkled eyelids slightly narrowed.]
From the perspective of these elders, they had indeed shown great goodwill previously.
[—They restricted some of the authority of branch secretary Wu Litian.]
Otherwise, the intensity of the pursuit that Xu Wen and his group would face would increase more than tenfold!
[This is Wu Litian's punishment: "You provoked a genius, so you have to pay the price. We will reduce your strength. If you can use this reduced power to deal with the three of them, then this matter will be over."]
[This was also a gesture of goodwill towards Xu Wen: "We've reduced the intensity of our pursuit of you, from a certain death to a slim chance of survival. If you can grow and survive in this environment where ninety-nine out of ten chances of death are attainable, you should be grateful to us."]
The rest is easy to understand.
The conglomerate isn't simply supporting one side; it's merely training them.
They wouldn't let Wu Litian be killed; instead, they'd let Xu Wen beat him half to death, and then that would be the end of it.
Xu Wen, in return, would have to repay them by sparing Wu Litian's life and joining the conglomerate as their lackey.
Both of them were treated as the private property of the conglomerate, and their conflicts had to be kept within a certain scope; it should be a win-win situation for everyone.
However, Xu Wen killed Wu Litian, rejecting their offer of help and causing them to lose a key talent at the branch chief level, thus demonstrating their hostility.
"Then, the only option is to crush this clueless little bug."
[When Xu Wen returned to an area outside the city and saw you and your sister, just as he was about to speak, his communicator and a nearby broken loudspeaker simultaneously began broadcasting.]
[The contents of this document constitute a kill order against you.]
[Three people, each of whose head is worth at least ten million.]
Xu Wen smiled wryly: "Boss, this looks like we're in a bit of trouble."
To be honest, he started to back down when he heard that the pursuit was only being carried out by a small portion of the conglomerate's forces, and that it was only a branch whose forces were being restricted.
[However, the hatred for his parents' murderer is irreconcilable; he could not possibly let go of his immediate enemy, or he would truly become a tamed dog.]
"You know now, so hurry up and get down!" You slapped the thigh of the 11th generation War Dragon, which was thicker than your waist.
"Huh?" He didn't react for a moment.
[“What I mean is—” Your bright yellow manipulative power surged into the back door left on the exoskeleton, wresting control of Xu Wen, who was driving inside.]
The armor's chest cavity opened, ejecting him.
"You've fought the monster, avenged your grudge, and grown and matured as a person."
You leaped up, entering the battle armor you had meticulously crafted and upgraded ten times, and looked down at the youth who had been ejected.
"All causes and effects have been resolved."
[The breastplate closed, and as your immense, powerful manipulation surged in, the crimson battle armor emitted a roaring, dragon-like engine hum.]
"It's my turn to play!"
You laugh loudly, raise your hand, and unleash a powerful energy cannon, blasting apart an oncoming exoskeleton hundreds of meters away, creating a rain of metal fragments—the prelude to a world-class spectacle.
You raise your heavily armored right arm and clench your steel fist: "I'm sorry you had to suffer. Under that weak pilot's control, you probably didn't even get to use one-tenth of the power, right?"
Xu Wen, who had just collapsed to the ground, didn't even have time to get up. He was dumbfounded, because the eleventh generation War Dragon, under his control, had never made such a violent and powerful sound.
Something about this sentence feels off.
"Now protect your sister." You tossed aside a spare mech with a 30-level capability, then charged out of the area alone, flames erupting from your feet, a crimson cloak billowing behind you.
...
(Four o'clock? (ˉ﹃ˉ?))
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