This camp was much larger than Mo Xin had imagined.

“This is the cafeteria, and behind it is a small playground where you can play basketball and soccer,” Liang Quichi slowed down the car and introduced the facilities to him, “Over there are the shooting range and the physical training grounds. It’s too far, but if you’re interested, I can take you there later.”

Mo Xin nodded.

Along the way, there were guard posts everywhere, as well as patrols with rifles. Every guard they passed would salute Liang Quichi, as if everyone knew him.

Mo Xin couldn’t help but recall the scene back in school, where Liang Quichi was also dazzling and admired by everyone.

Even if he fell into the dust, the brilliance on him was never dimmed.

Liang Quichi glanced at him and smiled, “Why the frown?”

Mo Xin said seriously, “The Federation has held many specialized operations meetings against the Lugo armed forces.”

“Okay,” Liang Quichi probably guessed what he was going to say.

“They all say that Lugo is undisciplined, just a group of gun-wielding bandits, nothing to fear.”

Mo Xin looked around coldly, both from the environmental atmosphere and the spirit of the guards, there was no difference between here and the regular army of the Federation.

If a real war broke out, with the Federation’s underestimation and one-sided understanding of the Lugo armed forces, they might not necessarily win.

Liang Quichi smiled, “It used to be quite chaotic, but it has improved a lot in the past two years.”

Mo Xin looked back at him, “Did you organize it?”

“Mainly thanks to Yahui jie. She used to serve at the Federation’s airborne headquarters and received formal systematic training. I’m just a half-baked player,” Liang Quichi said, “At the beginning of the reform, no one was willing to cooperate. It took me almost half a year just to persuade Pei Ji.”

“But you still did it,” Mo Xin said.

Liang Quichi smiled and stopped the car at another heavily guarded checkpoint. He said to Mo Xin, “We’re here, get out of the car.”

Mo Xin got out of the car and saw a white small Western-style building about ten meters away, with a cleared area in front of it divided into plots growing various vegetables and fruits.

“These are all planted by Pei Ji himself. He picked up this hobby after retiring to the second line,” Liang Quichi took Mo Xin’s hand and walked towards the building.

Pei Ji was in the vegetable garden and heard a sound, he turned around and saw Liang Qiuchi. He put down the watering can and opened his arms to greet him.

“Liang, you’re finally back.”

The last time the two met was last year, when there was a big argument between them because of Pei Ji’s attempt to assassinate Mo Xin, and the atmosphere was quite tense.

Later, Liang Qiuchi was arrested and then rescued by Mo Xin. During this period, he only had a brief phone call with Pei Ji because of negotiation matters.

Pei Ji hugged Liang Qiuchi warmly and proactively, patting his back and shoulders, and said seriously, “I’ve been waiting for you since I received your call this morning. Now that I see you’re okay, I can finally relax.”

After speaking, he let go of Liang Qiuchi and reached out to Mo Xin, “Nice to see you again, General Mo.”

Mo Xin just touched his fingertips, which counted as a greeting.

At this moment, Mo Qi and Wu Yahui, as well as Vincent, also walked over. Liang Quichi emphasized Mo Qi’s introduction to Pei Ji.

Mo Qi’s face was pale, and he felt nauseous.

According to his usual style, he should have politely shaken Pei Ji’s hand and exchanged some pleasantries, but he had been enduring all the way, and now that he was standing on the ground, he still felt dizzy and unrelieved.

As soon as he opened his mouth, he felt uneasy. He just covered his stomach and bent down, vomiting on the strawberry seedlings that had just borne fruit at his feet.

Everyone: “…”

Mo Xin thought to himself that no matter what his brother came to talk to Pei Ji about, with such a terrible start, it might not be easy to have a good conversation.

Mo Qi felt a little better after vomiting. He smiled awkwardly at Pei Ji, “I’m really sorry, Mr. Pei, please don’t be angry.”

Pei Ji didn’t show any displeasure on his face, but he didn’t respond to his words either. Instead, he warmly hugged Liang Qiuchi and walked towards the Western-style building, “Tell me, what have you been up to during this time!”

Mo Qi, who had been snubbed, straightened his back and sighed silently.

“It’s okay, Qiuchi accidentally stepped on a pumpkin seedling before, and Mr. Pei just ignored him for half a month,” Wu Yahui patted Mo Qi’s shoulder, unable to conceal her schadenfreude, “This is nothing.”

Vincent stood awkwardly on the side and said to Mo Qi, “Sorry for driving so bumpy.”

Mo Qi waved his hand, not wanting to say a word, and reluctantly followed Wu Yahui into the Western-style building.

Pei Ji had already prepared the meal, all of which he had personally grown, pure and uncontaminated.

He poured wine for Liang Qiuchi and Mo Xin, inquired about their well-being, and treated them with a friendly attitude as if taking care of his own brothers.

Mo Qi was left hanging on the side, feeling a bit awkward.

But after soaking in the world of fame and fortune for so many years, he had seen all kinds of people and dealt with all kinds of things. Pei Ji’s indifferent attitude didn’t affect his performance at all.

He pulled out a chair and sat down next to Wu Yahui, pouring himself a glass of wine.

Wu Yahui clinked glasses with him, blinked, and signaled him to seize the opportunity.

Liang Qiuchi also timely raised his glass to Mo Qi, “Thanks to Qi ge’s care these days, here’s a toast.”

Mo Qi thought Liang Qiuchi still had some insight, so he politely accompanied him in drinking a small glass of wine.

After putting down his glass, Liang Qiuchi said to Pei Ji again, “During the negotiations in Faro Islands last time, Lugo was able to smoothly obtain the Federation’s legal recognition, thanks to Qi ge’s efforts behind the scenes.”

Both overtly and covertly, Liang Qiuchi was reminding Pei Ji to show more respect towards Mo Qi.

Upon hearing this, Pei Ji finally took a proper look at Mo Qi.

At this moment, Mo Qi poured himself another glass of wine and raised his glass to Pei Ji, apologizing, “I’m sorry for what happened just now, I’ll punish myself with a drink.”

Mo Xin, who had been silent on the side, couldn’t help but frown.

He calmly served some food into his elder brother’s bowl and said, “You’re not feeling well, drink less.”

Mo Qi smiled with relief, “It’s okay, I’m much better now.”

Seeing that he was about to pour more wine, Liang Qiuchi disapproved under the table, stepping on Pei Ji’s foot.

Pei Ji then put aside his airs and said, “Mr. Mo, there’s no rush to drink and make amends. It’s just a trivial matter.”

With his hands crossed in front of his chest, leaning back in his chair, his attitude was still subtle.

“It’s just that although Lugo is adjacent to your Danga Province, there has never been any contact between the two. Mr. Mo suddenly coming to my little mountain valley as a guest really puzzles me.”

Pei Ji looked at the two brothers from the Mo family with a heavy gaze and said solemnly, “Could it be related to your father?”

“Did you come to me to demand justice?”

Although it was normal for him to have such thoughts, Mo Xin felt a bit annoyed by his sharp tone.

On the other hand, Mo Qi smiled knowingly, as if unaffected, and squinted his eyes, “Of course not. The details of the assassination attempt have been clarified. It was just a trick by Reinis to sow discord. If I came to demand justice, Qiuchi would be the first one to oppose it. Why would he bring me to see you?”

Liang Qiuchi grunted and roughly explained the details of the assassination attempt to Pei Ji.

After listening, Pei Ji’s expression didn’t change much, but he still gritted his teeth and cursed Reinis as a “bastard.”

In recent years, it had become increasingly difficult to do business with Reinis from Lugo, and personally, Pei Ji’s tolerance for Reinis had reached its limit.

Mo Qi saw his reaction and had an idea in his heart.

“Pei boss,you are straightforward, so I won’t beat around the bush,” Mo Qi said frankly, “I’m here this time to negotiate cooperation on behalf of the Danga government with Lugo.”

Upon hearing this, both Wu Yahui and Vincent couldn’t hide their surprise. As usual, Mo Xin’s expression remained unchanged, but he glanced slightly at Liang Qiuchi.

Liang Qiuchi put down his chopsticks and stood up.

His face was calm, and no one could tell his inner emotions.

“You guys talk, I’ll take Mo Xin out for a walk.”