novelraw Chapter 1341 674: Just Need Hands_4
Chapter 1341 674: Just Need Hands_4
Is this specification really meant for catching a big fish?
Those who came, whether male or female, old or young.
But ultimately, for craftsmen, appearance and looks don't matter at all. Everyone alters and refashions themselves into bizarre forms countless times, but at best it's just a classic skin.
When you've dealt with someone a lot, you can recognize them by smell, not to mention the signature tools they bring to work.
As everyone glanced at each other, their expressions gradually grew serious, similarly predicting that the depth behind this assignment might be a bit outrageous.
The Captain silently puffed on his pipe, sitting at the head, while scribbling on the briefing, and the others had already begun to look each other over and exchanged greetings.
Ji Jue didn't even have a chance to exercise his social skills and lighten the mood, before noticing a middle-aged man across the table staring at him with his eyes almost bulging out.
An inexplicable change in expression.
Disgust and endurance.
This familiar smell...
Ji Jue raised an eyebrow, racking his mind but couldn't recall, momentarily puzzled: "Sorry, do we know each other?"
Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man's eyes bulged, his expression twitched momentarily, but ultimately, he said nothing.
He closed his eyes, took a deep breath.
Indifferent and unresponsive.
Hey, quite a temper!
Ji Jue couldn't help but chuckle, indifferent, turned to look beside him, at the familiar acquaintance who stood over two meters tall, muscles all over, with a mass of golden beard.
Winking.
Yellow Beard the Great Craftsman, it's been a long time since we've seen each other!
Did you miss me?
Great Craftsman, I've missed you terribly!
Even if you didn't miss me, at least think about that batch of alchemy bullets and firearms I smuggled to you last month...
Yellow Beard was silent, closed his eyes, trying to pretend not to see... Yellow Beard felt someone nudging his arm with an elbow, like passing a note in class... grabbed a handful of sunflower seeds, handed them over.
Brother, want some?
Yellow Beard didn't want to eat, he just wanted to hit him!
At this moment, he couldn't help but raise his eyes, glaring at the Captain—why did you bring such a scoundrel here?
The old Captain shrugged helplessly while smoking his pipe.
He tapped out the ash, interrupting the weird atmosphere of winking and mutual scrutiny, a well-respected Punishment Team task, why is it turning into something like a mobile game's offline meet-up?
"Alright, since none of us are in the habit of wearing masks, let's skip it, and come up with codenames, consider it our introduction," he said. "I'm the Captain."
Yellow Beard obviously didn't care about this kind of superficial disguise, casually following up with: "Carpenter."
The middle-aged man who had been fiercely glaring at Ji Jue for a long time parted his lips slightly, sighed silently, "Negative Bureau."
Holding a dachshund in her arms, the craftsman, looking like a girl, smiled sweetly: "Veterinarian."
"Emmmm..."
Ji Jue hesitated, almost blurted out Lu Changsheng's alias, thought about it, hesitated again, considered using the title of Factory Director, but felt it overlapped with the Captain, after brief deliberation recalled the skills he relied on years ago...
"Bricklayer."
He smiled faintly: "Just call me Bricklayer."
It's practically a craftsman's offline gathering, all that's missing is a couple of rounds toasting each other.
Under the cold lighting, the Captain handed out the briefings to each person.
Ji Jue had just opened it when he heard a sound of chairs scraping.
Across from him, Negative Bureau's expression suddenly changed, unable to control himself rose, wanted to speak, the briefing in his hand nearly crumpled into a ball.
But ultimately, amidst everyone's gaze, he didn't utter a word.
Collapsed into the chair.
Looking desolate.
Ji Jue couldn't hold back his curiosity any longer, scooted over slightly, whispered: "Great Craftsman, who is that?"
"..."
Yellow Beard glanced at him, expression indifferent, disinclined to respond.
Yet noticing the genuine confusion, was unable to hold back a suspicion: "You really don't know?"
Ji Jue nodded.
Thus, Yellow Beard grew even more silent.
His expression became increasingly complex.
Just last month you nearly beat him to death at the Association, and now you're telling me, Hu Jian's been sitting right across from you all this time and you didn't recognize him at all?!
I thought you were putting on an act the whole time!
That's just absurd!
Unable to get an answer, Ji Jue helplessly lowered his head, opened the briefing in his hand, and looked at the mission target.
Suddenly, unable to hold back, he gasped in shock.
Dust Workshop?
Wait, Dust?
Ji Jue was dumbstruck, rubbing his eyes—confirmed, it's Dust, one of the major workshops within the Association, once the leader of the Void faction... the very Dust that even had an executive eighty years ago!
Just the other day they were praised by the agreement!
Damn, today's matter is quite significant!