Starting Cultivation in Wasteland-Chapter 633 - 503: Appalled

Charles has been a bit troubled lately; someone's investigating him for drinking at work.

In fact, this is quite unjust. He's very satisfied with his current situation, so how could he knowingly break the rules?

Having a couple of drinks is his hobby, but it's always after work, and he definitely doesn't drink excessively, so it doesn't affect his next shift.

It's actually Cantona's fault, another inspection assistant, also a Modified Warrior.

A few days ago, one of Bida's starships had an incident. The final inspection task was supposed to be completed by Cantona.

But this guy was playing cards with friends, lost, and wanted to recover his losses, so he had Charles cover for an hour.

So the starship that had an accident was ultimately handled by Charles.

Now someone has come down to investigate, and Cantona directly pushed the responsibility onto him, even claimed he was drinking at the time.

Cantona's a Modified Warrior, usually doesn't bully people much, but when it comes to dumping responsibility on ordinary people, it's not unusual.

Charles is a bit unclear about what happened that day, which is quite rare for him.

His memory is usually good, and it's only been a few days, so how could his recollection be so foggy?

He actually has a vague impression: he seemed to have seen a familiar person that night, but can't remember who it was.

As for that one-hour cover, he doesn't remember anything, his next memory is waking up the next day with a hangover.

He drank quite a bit that night, and had some headaches from the hangover the next day.

According to his guess, he might have encountered something that day.

Especially since he watched the video playback and saw himself during the time he lost his memory, meticulously inspecting each starship.

No matter how he looked, he felt like that figure didn't resemble himself, but he couldn't pinpoint what was off.

On a regular day, he would weigh the pros and cons and might consider reporting the situation.

Of course, there's also a big chance he wouldn't say anything; he didn't want others to doubt his sanity.

But now, he absolutely wouldn't say anything, as it'd become his responsibility.

Not to mention Cantona, who wanted to dump the blame on him—you're a Modified Warrior already, why bully ordinary people?

So he straightforwardly stated: I indeed inspected, and found no issues whatsoever.

As for drinking on the job, that's nonexistent; I only drink after work.

That's how he responded, yet the matter didn't end there; someone continued investigating repeatedly.

The thing that most annoyed Charles was that he belonged to the airport staff, but the airport only investigated once.

Other times, it was Bida and Patrol Guard people investigating, and once by the insurance company.

Charles had some complaints about this: even the airport thinks there's no problem, yet you all are meddling?

However, these entities were ones he couldn't afford to provoke, so he could only grumble silently and cooperatively assist.

But this also strengthened his resolve: I'll never tell you all about the abnormality that day.

As he was pondering, Cantona came in with two black eyes, "Old Charles, shift change."

After this incident, it did bring one benefit—Cantona really wouldn't dare to have him cover a shift on short notice again.

Charles glanced at him, couldn't help but ask, "Your eyes?"

If he wasn't too curious, he'd rather not greet this guy.

"Bida's people did it," Cantona replied sullenly, "You're lucky to be an ordinary person; otherwise, you wouldn't escape either."

Charles snorted, "Consider yourself lucky. People under Bida's hands—many have lost their lives. Just getting beaten, that's light."

As an old-timer at the airport, he was all too familiar with Bida's operations; they were far from being perceived as law-abiding.

Cantona pursed his lips in irritation, muttering again, "It was clearly your responsibility!"

"It was your shift!" Charles retorted without hesitation. Some matters must be contested when necessary.

"You didn't even pay me for covering!"

After saying so, he angrily pushed the door and left.

But the next moment, he froze, looking at the three people in front of him, "Who are you...?"

"Customs Enforcement Division," one of them flashed a badge, "Are you Charles? We have some matters to discuss with you."

"Again..." Charles frustratingly covered his forehead, recognizing the uniforms of the Customs Enforcement Division, but how was it related to them?

However, while others might fear the Customs Enforcement Division, airport personnel really didn't worry, because the Customs Enforcement Division... also had to rely on the airport!

A hundred years ago, Star No. 2 was involved in a major incident.

The Customs Enforcement Division uncovered a smuggling case; after a confrontation, the female first officer on the smuggling ship mysteriously died.

The Customs Enforcement Division claimed she committed suicide out of guilt, but no one knew she was the lover of an airport staff member.

This person then embarked on a crazed vendetta, and within five years, three customs ships set sail and never returned.

The case was eventually solved, and airport staff screening became a lot stricter afterward.

Thus, the Customs Enforcement Division usually treated airport personnel rather amicably.

Charles grumbled miserably, "I've already ended my shift; couldn't you have come earlier?"

The Customs Enforcement Division's people answered helplessly, "During work hours, we're not convenient to interfere."

The situation Charles encountered has frequently appeared recently on the four habitable stars of the Hope Star Realm...

On the second day after Xiang Xue returned, Qu Jianlei took her to Aaron's house.

Aaron's family had just resumed normal life, and they were highly sensitive to any movement outside.

Seeing a man and a woman standing across the street, pointing at their house, someone immediately started filming and called the City Guard.

The City Guard hurried over, checked their identities, but couldn't do much more.

On the street in broad daylight, how can one not be allowed to stand there?

Aaron's family heard that the man and woman were Panda and Xiang Xue, and they were scared out of their wits.

They had previously been attacked at night but were later released, and of course, they heard the reasons behind it, knowing that these two were genuine enemies.

The hatred was triggered by Aaron, but complaining about this made no sense; the family's good life was also because of him.

Having gotten used to the current life, it was truly a fate worse than death, living without dignity.

Aaron is still in hiding, but the family can certainly contact him if they wish.

Upon learning his family was threatened again, Aaron's face instantly turned extremely unpleasant.

The news of Xiang Xue about to be released, he knew as of yesterday and was somewhat happy: the matter was finally going to pass.

However, Magillen was somewhat resentful; although his family was alive, all the A-level and B-level were destroyed.

The family's social status declined rapidly, and the burden of supporting the family fell on his shoulders.

It's impossible to say he doesn't hate Panda; his hatred naturally extended to Xiang Xue.

He didn't dare to take revenge on Xiang Xue but kept instigating within the company, hoping the company would deal with Panda.

Aaron kept in contact with him, always feeling this person was somewhat obsessed.

But upon hearing that Xiang Xue was released the second day and showed up at the doorstep, he could only shake his head helplessly.

"I was happy too soon; just as well to listen to Magillen."

However, with things at this point, saying anything else was useless; he told his family to quickly buy tickets and escape to Star No. 3.

Star One was out of the question; the McGillen Family was there, and even families with A-level couldn't resist Panda's deadly hands.

Star No. 2 was unsuitable; Panda came from there.

And wanting to go to other star realms from the Hope Star Realm was very difficult, with lengthy approval processes.

So Star No. 3 was the best choice, ultimately a semi-militarily managed planet, where order wouldn't be an issue.

Not to mention, Panda suffered a setback there, and the restrictions haven't been lifted.

But things happened suddenly; there weren't many flights to Star No. 3 that day, and Aaron's family numbered over a hundred.

Stay one more night? Absolutely impossible; they had to leave immediately.

Fortunately, Aaron's many years of A-level status wasn't for nothing, and with two C-levels at home, they were also considered influential.

Delta eventually helped, coordinating seats on an evening flight.

The family marveled at Aaron's large network and good conduct; even his former subordinate from Bida acknowledged him.

However, just as the family was packing and hadn't yet left, they received a cancellation notice.

The notice was quite formal, "Received a planet government document, regrettably informing you that leaving the territory is forbidden for the short term."

Indeed, just a short message without additional explanation, but this was the usual mode.

As to why they were restricted... you'll have to check yourselves; we simply handle the cancellation.

It's outrageous; there were even two infants under a year old at home; what did they do wrong to be restricted?

Upon receiving the news, Aaron sighed lightly, "Alright, I'll handle it."

He took out his watch and directly contacted the previous number, disregarding exposing his identity this time.

"Xiang Xue was released yesterday; today she's at my doorstep, and I've already reported this to you."

"My family wants to leave, but faced restrictions; I just want to ask one thing, what have you done?"

The recipient was startled by the communication, gritting his teeth, "Using this number, are you trying to get me killed?"

"With my entire family accompanying you, you wouldn't lose," Aaron replied indifferently, "I'm asking you a question."

"Your whole family?" the recipient scoffed, thinking, could your entire family exchange my life?

However, he realized the urgency of the matter and refrained from provoking him further, "What are you talking about? Keep it brief!"

Aaron's thoughts were clear, "You released Xiang Xue, and she immediately came to threaten us; she must be planning revenge!"

"Usually, one would be afraid in such circumstances; her impatience must mean you did something!"

The recipient wasn't surprised; he wasn't aware someone swallowed the Storage Talisman.

To him, Xiang Xue getting captured and interrogated seemed normal enough.

"It was just some questioning, what could it be? I've emphasized not to act rashly…"

"You're clear who our target is; this woman has never been the focus!"