Early the next morning, Xia Fei followed Yawei into the secret communications room, where he would soon be in a conference call with the various warlords of the Black Abyss Star Region to discuss what they could offer in exchange for his ten thousand energy-shield boosters.
Xia Fei had both his hands stuffed into his pants pockets, a Hongtashan between his lips. He appeared not in the least bit anxious; he had already become an A-list supplier of the Alliance Military, so it was no longer the same as before, for now his energy-shield boosters had been recognized by the military—an organization which would forever need his new products.
These warlords of the Black Abyss were already on the brink of collapse, urgently needing something to turn the tables on their enemies. This new military hardware was tantamount to gifting charcoal in the middle of winter right now.
