The two boarded the plane. An Wuyang took out various documents from his bag. "Here, Lu Ding. These are what we'll need for this trip." Military officer credentials for the Weigao garrison of White Eagle, identification papers, and special Weigao National Defense documents. Looking at these items. Lu Ding didn't doubt their authenticity. He was just thinking. Lu Ding reached out to take them. A scanning interface flashed across his sunglasses. [Our nation has reached cooperation with White Eagle. They will recognize your identity. Meanwhile, our specially assigned Weigao National Defense Special Department Minister, Jiang Qiandou, will assist your work] ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ NovelHub(.)net [Deputy Director Lü's note: With this White Eagle garrison officer identity, you can cause as much trouble as you want - they'll take responsibility. But Jiang Qiandou will only assist secretly and won't show himself] [Note: White Eagle agreed to bear consequences on condition they send their own people to this unrestricted battlefield in Weigao to compete with you. Please control yourself and try not to kill their personnel] Lu Ding had thought he'd be restricted. Didn't this mean he could act completely lawlessly again? And this wasn't even his own country. Now he didn't even need to pretend to be legitimate. In this shithole called Weigao, a White Eagle garrison officer was practically more privileged than the Celestial Dragons. Hadn't there been news recently about a White Eagle garrison soldier randomly beating a Weigao citizen to gain ten thousand followers? This showed just how arrogant White Eagle was in this territory. To summarize in one sentence: In Weigao, I can beat whoever I want. And White Eagle will take the blame. Lu Ding guessed they'd probably send some geniuses or something. Looking at the credentials. Lu Ding almost laughed imagining what he might do in Weigao. Who said this mission was dangerous? This mission was absolutely perfect. It was basically a free vacation to relieve stress. Noticing Lu Ding's raised lips, An Wuyang looked at his own credentials: "Is there some special significance to these?" Since they were now partners. Lu Ding wouldn't view others with prejudice - that would affect mission efficiency and mood. "Let me put it this way - having this is like wearing a foreigner's skin during the late Jing Dynasty period, more useful than being imperial nobility." This comparison stabbed at An Wuyang's heart. He had wanted to introduce his own identity - at least he was of royal blood, a prince. But now how could he mention it? Turning away, he silently wrote in his diary to complain to his mother: [Dear Mother, I've met and talked with Lu Ding. He's not bad, just says things that make me uncomfortable sometimes.......] In the office of White Eagle's Weigao garrison commander. A White Eagle youth looked at the figure by the window. Complaining with some confusion: "Why must we go through all this trouble? Why not just challenge Lu Ding directly on the battlefield? Why come to Weigao for this roundabout approach?" The blonde girl beside him nudged him. "Wilson, thinking isn't your strong suit. We follow orders as given." "This battle won't involve White Eagle directly - at most we'll provide covert support to Weigao and Tai Island." "If we appeared on the battlefield, it would change everything. If Lu Ding died, Great Han would go berserk. And if......" Here, she glanced at the figure by the window. The young man turned around. His sky-blue eyes were the first thing one noticed. This was one of White Eagle's two Divine Sons - the Angelic Divine Son, Louis. "If I died on the battlefield, White Eagle would also go berserk." "Great Han is our rival, not our mortal enemy. We oppose each other, but we also cooperate at times." Now that Louis had spoken. Wilson showed reverence. "Thank you for enlightening me, Divine Son." Louis smiled gently: "No need for thanks, Wilson. How long until Lu Ding arrives?" The blonde girl answered: "He should arrive soon. The garrison has sent people to receive him." Louis looked at himself: "Pity we arrived around the same time. It would be too impolite to greet him in travel-worn clothes. Otherwise I should have welcomed him personally." Walking out, he said: "I'll change into more appropriate attire to show proper respect." "Wilson, you change too. Sili, bring out the ingredients I prepared. Later I'll cook personally to celebrate our first meeting. Don't forget the wine I selected." Louis waved a finger: "We'll share a drink." Then paused to add: "Check the carpet at the entrance - no wrinkles or dust. And prepare the flowers." "One more thing - ensure Lu Ding has clear roads and green lights all the way from the airport." Only after saying all this did Louis finally leave. Wilson and Sili exchanged glances, seeing mutual resignation. The Divine Son was perfect in every way - gentle, powerful, tolerant. He displayed inexplicable OCD, cleanliness obsession, and need for ceremony. Wilson realized something. Panicking, he said: "Quick, Sili! Contact the garrison officers! Tell those picking up Lu Ding not to show their damned racial prejudice!!" "Or I'll shove their heads up their grandmothers' asses, I swear I will!" Don't ask how he thought of this - obviously because he himself was somewhat racist. Though his dislike was for black people. Sili also recognized the severity. The garrison troops here had long grown lawless. They might cause some incident seeing Lu Ding's skin color that would upset the Divine Son. Though they realized. Having just arrived themselves. It was already too late. Two White Eagle garrison officers in casual clothes lazily held up a pickup sign. The strange looks from people around. Made them extremely uncomfortable. "Fuck! Why do we have to stand here like idiots holding this damn sign for two Great Han people!" "I feel like a monkey in a zoo being stared at! This is so fucking stupid!"