Munitions Empire

The location of Tang Mo's meeting was not a spacious and bright conference room, but a rather small cabin.

At this very moment, they were sailing on the ocean, waves slapping against the hull of the huge ship, and the massive port of Brunas was beginning to loom hazily in front.

Accompanied by a Wolf-class warship, the two Wolf-class warships, one in front and one behind, displayed Great Tang Group's unassailable naval dominance.

Just these two Wolf-class warships alone were enough to destroy the entire fleet of any naval power in the world.

"Principal! We've arrived at Brunas!" The captain personally came over to report to everyone in the meeting, "General Tagg is already at the port to greet us."

"I said there was no need for all this fuss..." Tang Mo felt it was unnecessary for his people to make such a big deal, and he said so.

"Basic respect must be maintained, rules are rules—it's a way for subordinates to show loyalty to you. If they become negligent, over time resentment might arise," Li'ao spoke up to explain on behalf of Tagg.

Tang Mo nodded helplessly. Great Tang Group was growing ever larger and, even if it was just for show for some of the grassroots level, they still had to make a grand display of it.

This time, Tang Mo was returning to Brunas to attend the World Industrial Expo, an important event that he naturally took very seriously.

He was to personally preside over the meetings and attend banquets, to meet certain individuals he had to meet, and to maintain his network of relationships.

Moreover, he needed to manage the entire Expo, and if he didn't come over in advance to set up and command, he would feel somewhat uneasy.

Another reason was that Brunas had always been Great Tang Group's stronghold; if he, the boss, disappeared for too long, it's inevitable that the people here would begin to feel uneasy.

Therefore, he had to come and solidify his presence, to let everyone know that Brunas was still a focus of Great Tang Group's operations and remained an impregnable hub of the world economy!

These weren't things he could just talk about or plan—they required his presence and his oversight!

After much thought, Tang Mo did not let Roger retire in the southern part of the Endless Sea. Instead, he kept him in Dragon City to be its mayor.

There was no helping it—Tang Mo still trusted this uncle who was not his biological uncle the most. Dragon Island was critical, and he always felt it was safer to assign someone thoroughly tried and tested.

Consider, after all, that it involved thousands of tons of gold, and possibly tens of thousands in the future. If it wasn't placed into the hands of someone truly loyal, it could indeed create serious trouble.

Moreover, what Dragon Island had was not only gold. It also housed Great Tang Group's secret weapons research base, the advanced students from all three branches of the military, as well as the manufacturing facilities that Tang Mo relied upon most.

This was truly Great Tang Group's most valuable asset, the most expensive jars and bottles. If these were smashed, Tang Mo really would be distressed for a while.

Therefore, with Winterless City, Tang Mo was more relaxed, directly letting Dino go and give it a try—which is why this 19-year-old lad, along with a few of his junior classmates, headed off to Winterless City.

Tang Mo didn't mind failure, or if his subordinates took some detours. After all, he now had the capital to support a certain level of failure.

Winterless City belonged to a more peripheral industry, even if Dino couldn't handle it, Tang Mo could still send people over in time to clean up the mess.

Next to it was the Dorne Kingdom, Dino's two junior classmates, Strauss and Bolton, were both there—close at hand, so they wouldn't be able to cause much trouble, right?

Soon, the two warships entered the port of Brunas. On the dock, military music played, the honor guard was neatly arranged, and a red carpet was laid along the smooth road. As Tang Mo descended the gangway, Tagg was already standing upright with his chin raised, saluting and waiting by the side of the gangway.

"You've worked hard," Tang Mo said as he walked down the gangway, followed by Wes and Yulin, with cranes working in the distance and a forest of various types of tall buildings even farther away.

"It's all part of my duties," said Tagg, whose spirits were high because he had been reassigned to Brunas, affording him time again to continue his studies at the Great Tang Military Academy.

As a senior commander, he had to maintain a keen sense of the latest combat situations. His judgements often determined the life and death of the most elite soldiers of the Tang Army.

Thus, whenever he had the time, he'd go to the academy to get hands-on with the latest weapons and learn the most advanced tactics.

Detailed maps of various locations, along with high-precision sand table exercises created in the Great Tang Military Academy, were his favorite things.

After finishing training and teaching some of the students, Tagg would either be in the secret library studying new tactics or in the sand table room with a group of staff officers, wargaming scenarios—he was fully engaged with his work.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

The steward stood on the other side, waiting until Li'ao disembarked the ship before reporting in a low voice a few pieces of intelligence that didn't require Tang Mo's attention.

Li'ao nodded slightly, casually gave some suggestions, and continued to walk forward.

After discussing official matters, the tall and burly steward brought up a personal issue related to Li'ao: "There's one more thing."

"Hm?" Li'ao continued walking without slowing his pace, leaning on his cane and uttering a question.

Without hesitation, the steward continued, "Recently, Silver Fox's personal guards have found an interesting beggar in Brunas."

"An interesting beggar?" Li'ao's expression did not change; he simply repeated the steward's words.