You really don't need to do this; you've already searched me, haven't you? I pose no threat to you.
Mr. Li, please don't misunderstand. This is just a personal habit. Twirling a pair of walnuts in my hands can prevent senile dementia. There are no walnuts in this remote place, so I have to make do with something round.
On the first floor of the base vehicle, Li Yangcheng and Jiang Ye sat facing each other, a roaring fire beside them.
Li Yangcheng had removed his sunglasses, his eyes possessing a peculiar look, the kind unique to those who have experienced many life-and-death events. Jiang Ye was twirling a blood grenade in his hand, the pin looped around his thumb, ready to detonate at any moment.
Li Yangcheng shook his head helplessly, a smile that conveyed "your territory, your rules."
What kind of organization is this mercenary association that Mr. Li mentioned? Jiang Ye asked with a smile.
I've looked into your background; you're an ancient person, but mercenaries already existed in your era. Li Yangcheng said, pausing before continuing:
The Mercenary Association is a legitimate organization within the Galactic Empire, established to manage high-level mercenaries. The work of mercenaries is varied: military operations, exploration, escort, assassination, intelligence gathering, and so on. As interstellar development is in full swing, various races require military strength. Battlefields can be handled by armies, and occupied territories by police. Outside of battlefields and occupied territories lies a vast gray area, which is the primary domain of mercenaries. Therefore, mercenaries are also a high-paying and highly respected profession.
Are you also a mercenary? Jiang Ye narrowed his eyes, gripping the grenade tighter.
I used to be. Now I've retired from that line of work and started a mercenary company. It's still in its early stages, Li Yangcheng said.
Every piece is a valuable borax mine with scarce water!
Jiang Ye's piloting skills were now honed. He steadily aimed at the runway. Landing!