So, if anyone dared to threaten Li Tianxing's safety, they would undoubtedly die, implicating their entire family!
He shook his head, suppressing the killing intent. What was it lately? Had it really been too long since his last mission? Was this some form of post-war syndrome from not having human blood on his hands?
However, each act of restraint made him stronger internally. Abiding by the law was his duty, but making those who could break the rules follow them was sticking to his principles, a mark of an extraordinary person.
Flexibility and rigidity were essential. Thus, he fetched a folding stool to sit on. There was a table before him where, upon inquiry, there was actually alcohol prepared for the bosses, possibly for use during meals.
The alcohol was internally supplied, and spending on travel expenses was not against the rules, especially since this was in the wilderness.