Why did you provoke me?

Nangong Tianshou felt no joy upon receiving Secretary Wu's message.

What does it mean that so many people from the Yu Meng faction came?

This shows that the fourth battlefield is very important, and she has a reason to protect it.

Nangong Tianshou paced around the room a few times, still unable to figure out what was going on. After a pause, he turned and went to Mr. Feng's room.

Mr. Feng looked at Nangong Tianshou who had just entered, somewhat puzzled.

"It's so late, is something wrong?"

"Well, didn't you say we were short-handed? Yu Meng sent someone over."

"Oh, how many were sent?"

"They sent three people from the Jing generation, and Niannian came too."

Mr. Feng remained silent for a long time. He then brewed the tea and pushed it in front of Nangong Tianshou.

"Shall we sit down and have a chat?"

Nangong Tianshou did not refuse and sat down accordingly.

"I've only met Jing San among them; the others are the same as him." Mr. Feng was still somewhat curious.

"Yes, they're different."

"Is she stronger or weaker than him?"

Nangong Tianshou picked up his teacup, took a sip, and put it down before continuing, "You really can't judge them by strength or weakness."

"Is it that complicated?"

"Sigh, I can't really explain it. You'll see when you get here. They're all troublemakers. I'm just here to warn you: don't mess with them unless it's absolutely necessary."

Mr. Feng put down his teacup, his brow furrowing slightly. "Weren't you here to help us guard the gate?"

Nangong Tianshou shook his head. "That's the reason, but they've never been people who follow the rules."

"Do you think they'd trip me up, kick me out, and then take my place?" Mr. Feng's words had a joking tone.

Nangong Tianshou glanced at him. "You are the highest-ranking administrator of the Fourth Battlefield. This position was given to you by Yu Meng. Why would they want your position?"

"What will they do? They can't possibly go against me!"

Nangong Tianshou sighed. "You know they've been inside the First Battlefield. And the First Battlefield is sealed off inside."

Mr. Feng sat up straight. "You mean, when they come here they'll also enter the battlefield, which is full of aliens."

Nangong Tianshou nodded. "That's what I wanted to talk about."

"If that's the case, should I let them in or not?" Mr. Feng asked, adopting a very humble attitude.

"I don't know," Nangong Tianshou answered readily.

"You don't know?" Mr. Feng's voice rose considerably.

"You are the highest-ranking officer here." Nangong Tianshou held his teacup and leisurely took a sip.

He really missed it; it had been so long since he'd had tea. Back at the guild hall, he never had any contact with tea leaves. He drank a cup of spiked honey water every day, and he was almost sick of it.

Mr. Feng nodded, agreeing with him. "You're right, everything here is under my control."

Nangong Tianshou nodded, "Let's talk about that Nian Nian too."

"Niannian? I've seen her before. She was with Yu Meng and seemed to be a very well-behaved girl."

"Yes, she's very well-behaved in front of Yu Meng. And she's already a spirit medium, so she's very capable."

"Yes, I've heard about it. Could she have a problem too?" Mr. Feng asked cautiously.

"His abilities are fine. He just sometimes throws a little tantrum," Nangong Tianshou said calmly, sharing his impression.

Mr. Feng sat there silently for a long time. He tapped his fingers on the table. "I just want to know, how did Yu Meng manage to subdue so many troublemakers?"

Nangong Tianshou looked at him seriously, "Without Yu Meng, they would still be a bunch of lunatics, parasites that would be dealt with."

At that moment, Mr. Feng understood. Why did Yu Meng need to subdue them? He would be willing to pay these people or their families.

He gave a wry smile. "There's really nothing I can do about it. Brother Nangong, this isn't exactly good news for me."

"Why not? Aren't you short-staffed?"

"But would I dare to hire this person?"

Nangong Tianshou chuckled softly. "What kind of relationship do we have? I'm just reminding you to be careful with these people. But there are ways to use them."

"Please enlighten me, Brother Nangong." Mr. Feng stood up, almost bowing to Nangong Tianjing.

Nangong Tianshou coughed lightly, "I will not acknowledge these words once they enter your ears or leave this room."

Mr. Feng nodded, "I'm also a person who keeps my promises."

Nangong Tianshou then spoke in a low voice, "If you absolutely have to make them do something, you can use Yu Meng's name. Or..." Nangong Tianshou paused, "I heard they really enjoy gambling."

"A bet? You want me to bet against them?" Mr. Feng was a little confused.

Nangong Tianshou coughed again. "I'm not asking you to gamble. Gambling requires resources. When you ask them to do things, find a suitable reason to give them some resources. Maybe many things will be much easier to handle."

After hearing these words, Mr. Feng looked at Nangong Tianshou with some suspicion.

"Is this last sentence the real reason you came to me today?"

Nangong Tianshou choked on his tea. "Am I that kind of person?"

"It wasn't like that before, but it's hard to say now."

Nangong Tianshou put down his teacup. "If that's what you're saying, then I really have to have a serious talk with you."

Mr. Feng waved his hand, "No need. Your method is quite good."

Nangong Tianshou was displeased. "But you doubt my character?"

"Oh dear, I misspoke in a moment of impulse, Brother Nangong, please don't take offense," Mr. Feng apologized with a smile.

"However, even if you're thinking of them, I understand."

Nangong Tianshou was truly angry. "I'm really thinking of you. Do you think they lack resources? After so long on the First Battlefield, do you know how many aliens they brought back? The really dead ones!"

Mr. Feng was genuinely surprised this time. "A dead alien?"

Nangong Tianshou glanced at him. "No, they're going to die. I don't know how Yu Meng taught them, but every time they bring out an alien from the alien battlefield, the aliens are alive but have lost their ability to parasitize. I've tried it myself."

"If that's the case, then it's very valuable!" Mr. Feng changed the subject.

Nangong Tianshou snorted, "You think I'm lying to you? They enjoy the feeling of making money, not because they're greedy."

"Yes, yes, I misunderstood Brother Nangong," Mr. Feng apologized again.

"Brother Nangong, if they want to go to the battlefield, I promise to buy back the aliens they bring with them at a high price. Will their impression of me be better then?"

Nangong Tianshou was stunned for a while before he reacted. He really couldn't compare to this businessman's shrewdness.

Mr. Feng looked at him and smiled sincerely, "Brother Nangong, thank you so much for telling me all this, otherwise I really wouldn't know how to get along with them."

Nangong Tianshou stood up. "You know that's good. Don't wrong me again next time."

"That was all a misunderstanding. Brother Nangong, won't you stay a little longer?" Mr. Feng urged.

"Hmph, I would have been asleep by now at this time," Nangong Tianshou muttered before leaving the house.