Chapter 119: Still Have to Fight (Third Update) This company primarily deals in trade, focusing on large scale operations, with impressive profits but not many personnel. Simply put, they have the ability to coordinate and allocate resources, but they don’t handle labor-intensive tasks. Such a company doesn’t show off, but the means they can employ definitely exceed people’s imagination. The company is not large, but luxuriously decorated, having a fresh air system is normal—after all, it displays strength discreetly. Qu Jianlei actually didn’t really want to take this order; it was too small, and he felt embarrassed to ask for much in travel expenses. However, Bentley suggested he take it, because this company has strong potential power and a good relationship with him. Qu Jianlei followed the advice; he wasn’t that stubborn about most things unless it was within the realm of an obsession. He even reflected for a moment: Am I getting carried away, dismissing small payments? But the result of reflection was... I haven’t gotten carried away, the money really is a bit too little! Anyhow, he trusts his partner Bentley enough to make the trip even if he’s not earning. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡~𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚~𝙣𝙚𝙩 Yet he hadn’t expected someone to rush in. The person responsible for liaising with him was a man named "Little Dot," about 1.5 meters tall, seeming very astute. Little Dot saw someone rush in, slightly raised his chin, and two well-dressed men stepped forward. They appeared classy, but both had laser pistols at their waists. One of them spoke in a deep voice, "Ladies and gentlemen, let’s talk this through, could you please remain quiet?" Big business is clearly different; even the guards seem cultured. But in the next moment, this person revealed a certificate, "I have unlimited firing permit, please show some respect." Unlimited firing permit... the dozen or so people who came in finally quieted down, looking at a middle-aged man. The middle-aged man paused, then also presented a certificate. "Hello, I’m Xue Mantian, a B-level Maintenance Master from Celestial Craft Repair Factory, here to investigate something." "Celestial Craft Repair Factory?" The guard hesitated for a moment, then looked at Little Dot, pressed his lips—that’s not my responsibility. Celestial Craft Repair Factory is quite famed in Houjing, with an A-level Maintenance Master stationed there. Little Dot furrowed his brow, "Your certificate... what do you want to investigate?" "Investigate a... a Maintenance Master named Jian Lei," Xue Mantian hesitated, ultimately not overly aggressive. He didn’t know the company’s details, but a guard holding an unlimited firing permit was surely no ordinary person. All guards can fire back, but even after legitimate retaliation, they are still subject to relevant investigations. Unlimited firing permit is different; after showing the certificate, they can fire proactively and retaliation doesn’t require investigation. So he restrained himself a bit, then looked at the masked Qu Jianlei, "Your maintenance certification may be problematic." Qu Jianlei lowered his eyelids, not responding... Initially, he was somewhat reluctant to come. Bentley said nothing, but stared at Little Dot. Little Dot originally thought Jian Lei should explain himself, yet the other party actually counted on him? But he wasn’t afraid of conflict either, cheerfully remarked, "Does your certificate... qualify you to check maintenance certification?" Xue Mantian answered solemnly, "Selta Master of Celestial Craft is the Vice President of the Maintenance Master Guild..." "He has maintenance master certification authority, also obligated to uphold the industry’s reputation, I came entrusted by Selta Master." Selta is the only A-level Maintenance Master at Celestial Craft Repair Factory. "Entrusted..." Little Dot glanced at Bentley, thought for a moment, then asked, "Any authorization documents?" Admittedly, the Celestial District is really more regulated than other clusters, even insisting on authorization documents. But Xue Mantian’s answer was quite Wasteland-style, "No one dares impersonate Selta Master." That’s somewhat unreasonable, Little Dot saw Bentley’s lack of response and spoke again, "What’s the deal with the people following you?" Xue Mantian answered solemnly, "They are all certified maintenance masters, intolerant of scams that harm the industry." Little Dot glanced at Bentley again, stepping back—I’ve done my duty. He’s not afraid of conflict, nor is the company, but he only does what he should. Bentley shook his head helplessly, then spoke in a deep voice, "Because of the Defense Team’s matter?" "Has nothing to do with that," Xue Mantian answered resolutely, "Just don’t want impostors scamming as maintenance masters." "Turns out it does relate," Bentley sighed, then lifted his leg and kicked someone flying out directly. Many behind Xue Mantian were knocked over, several turned into rolling gourds. The two well-dressed guards swiftly placed their hands on their gun handles without other actions, merely watched coldly. They are aware these were people invited by their company, slightly excessive, no need to intervene—there’s a distinction between inside and outside. "Who do you think you are, daring to investigate us?" Bentley sneered, then turned to Little Dot. "Are you really going to let them be unruly here?" Little Dot paused, then responded, "It’s a matter of the maintenance master industry, I am unqualified to intervene." "Fine then," Bentley nodded expressionlessly, then looked at the maintenance masters opposite him. Xue Mantian and the others were already up, faces flushed with anger. But the two guards stood aside, hands still on their gun handles, staring at them intently.