The Deputy Manager's jaw didn't just drop. It practically hit the ground.
Wasn't it claimed to be a secret prison? Not only did they take it over, but they were also planning to recycle it?
"Borrowing? Sir, with all due respect, taking the walls, the plumbing, and the high-grade reactor cores usually falls under the technical category of grand larceny on a planetary scale," the Deputy Manager whispered, his four arms twitching in anxiety.
"Are you sure we will be fine?" he asked. "There won't be any problems in the future, right?"
"What problems? Think of it as an aggressive renovation where the original owner is permanently unavailable," Leo replied with a grin. "Besides, I hate to see good scrap metal go to waste. It's bad for the environment."
"I... I see. Environmentally conscious looting. Very noble, sir." The Deputy Manager pulled out a digital tablet, his fingers flying across the screen.
