""So..." Samuel Thompson looked at Edward Carter and said, "You called me just to inform me that, whether I agree or not, I'll be on TV tomorrow."

Three hundred thousand— is that a lot?

Now, Samuel Thompson felt it wasn't much at all.

Every cent was hard-earned money.

Seeing his provocation, the Blood God Cult might really make a move!

"This mission, although a bit dangerous, with the Wu'an Army's protection, you can rest..." "Bang?"

Edward Carter.

Silence.

The Blood God Cult's do-or-die tactics—unsolvable.

"You..." "What I want to say is..." Seeing Edward Carter silent, Samuel Thompson spoke up, "Actually, you could have just asked me to record a video...

Add a bit more money...

Showing my face isn't out of the question."

As he spoke, Samuel Thompson opened his personal account and directly edited a post.

"This one counts as a bonus."

Having received three hundred thousand and not showing any sincerity, Samuel Thompson felt that wasn't right—mutual effort is the greatest sincerity.

After thinking for a moment, he even changed his account name.

A low-key Wu'an Army undercover for three months.

Name, post, and news—three-in-one, strongly echoing each other.

Click~ After another thought, he took a screenshot of his middle finger in the video and added it to the post.

Now it's four-in-one.

"How about it, three hundred thousand well spent, right?"

Ding~!

A little red dot appeared at the 'post' section.

Ding!

Ding!

Ding!

In the blink of an eye, the number in the red dot jumped to 23, and it kept increasing, then a small pop-up appeared.

'Little White Rabbit Good Grandpa: Taking private jobs behind my back (manually knocks dog head)' 'Little White Rabbit Good Grandpa: Didn't we agree you'd only take jobs from me?'

...

'Little White Rabbit Good Grandpa: If you quit, who am I supposed to eat? Come back, or next time I'll give you a 10% discount.'

"...

I'll give you a set of limited editions..."...

After glancing at the message box, Samuel Thompson directly closed it.

The old man has nothing to do all day, always first to like and comment.

"Come to Wu'an Camp first thing tomorrow morning."

Edward Carter also felt there was nothing more to say. Judging by the look, Samuel Thompson had agreed, so he left a dry sentence and hung up.

Whew~ Samuel Thompson let out a long breath, sat on the sofa in a daze, and looked again at the number in his account.

Sigh~ it's all about the money.

With the bronze coffin in hand, even development needs money.

Making money isn't shameful.

As a local defense force, the Wu'an Army has the right to conscript anyone to assist with tasks.

If an official order really came, he would have to go whether he wanted to or not.

The main thing is...

They offered too much.

Before, he racked his brains just to earn some merit, to feed the bronze coffin.

Now, he also needs to earn his own food.

After thinking it over, he got up and walked to the master bedroom.

Inside, on the altar, were two memorial portraits.

Though he hated to admit it, as a transmigrator, he still hadn't escaped the curse of honoring his parents after crossing over.

He picked up three sticks of incense, lit them, and placed them in the incense burner.

His parents in this life died three years ago resisting the beast tide.

Without strength, in a world overrun by monsters, it's truly hard to survive.

When the incense burned out, he put the portraits in a wooden box and wrapped them in a bedsheet.

Alright, off to the Wu'an Army camp.

Though the odds are low, with a second chance at life, better safe than sorry.

In Jiangbei City, is there anywhere safer than the Wu'an camp?

If he went now, he could even save himself a dinner.

Samuel Thompson changed clothes, put on a wide-brimmed hat, slung his parents' portraits on his back, mixed the diamond fragments he had just used to test his strength with some trash, and crushed a two-stripe talisman to scatter on the ground.

Leaving the neighborhood, he headed straight for the Wu'an Army camp, scattering the diamond fragments along the way.

...

The Wu'an Army camp, located in the northwest of Jiangbei City, covered a vast area, with high walls and watchtowers outside.

On the watchtowers, rows of Guardian 130 Vulcan cannons gleamed coldly.

Before he even got close, Samuel Thompson was covered in red laser dots.

"Stop, what are you here for?"

...

Wu'an Camp~ uh~ Deputy Commander Baldy Wood's office.

Baldy Wood leaned back in his chair, brows tightly furrowed.

Inside the office, Edward Carter had been standing for a long time.

"Letting a young man act as bait—only you could come up with that. You're getting bolder and bolder, daring to make decisions on your own. Am I the commander here, or are you?"

Bang!

A slap landed on the desk, making the whole room tremble.

"Samuel Thompson is different."

After being scolded by Baldy Wood for over half an hour, Edward Carter finally muttered a low rebuttal.

"How is he different!"

"Does he have an extra head compared to his peers, or a few more arms, or is he invulnerable to blades and bullets!"

Seeing Edward Carter talk back, Baldy Wood scolded even more fiercely.

"Seventy-plus brothers, and this is how you lead them!"

"You're fired!"