Counterfeit Hero

Tian Xingjian was summoned to Jose’s office that very day. When Jose handed him a new contract, Tian’s teary-eyed expression of gratitude made Jose feel like a saint, not only discovering a talented Fatty but also realizing that this Fatty had clearly not been well-fed before coming here. Otherwise, would a contract with a mere mid-level mechanic salary make him so emotional?

Fatty threw himself even more diligently into his work, seizing this opportunity to truly integrate into the company and the team. Only by doing this could the company become his shield and support when needed. His training in the Reconnaissance Camp had long taught him that the key to survival behind enemy lines was always being ready with an escape route and cover.

"Who’s the boss of this Holy Knight Company? Why has nobody ever mentioned it?" Fatty chatted with another mechanic named Ax while swiftly dismantling the electronic speed control board of a [Fire] Mecha.

Ax was a handsome young man from the Vibo Clan, a civilian. Fresh out of school and still in his internship, he was working here to prepare for future employment with a giant Mecha company. Practical experience is crucial for a mechanic. Only through extensive repair work, observation, and hands-on practice can one accurately diagnose faults—rather than opening up the engine casing to check the wiring when the issue is clearly with the leg’s transmission shaft.

Ax watched, mouth agape, as Fatty’s nimble hands deftly manipulated the electronic speed control board with mechanical arms, unable to utter a word.

Seeing Ax’s lack of response, Tian Xingjian waved his hand in front of him. Ax came to his senses and quickly said, "I don’t know either. Ever since I got here, it’s mostly been the managers running things. I’ve never seen the boss. My guess is it’s some aristocrat. With the system in place and competent managers, they just leave it alone."

"Oh..." Fatty replaced the parts on the electronic board, put it back in its place, and reconnected the wiring. He clapped his hands and said, "Done." He stepped on a control pedal, and the steel doors of the repair station opened. The [Fire] Mecha was conveyed to the completed Mecha warehouse by an automatic transporter.

"I heard civilian repair shops are being forcibly acquired by the Military Department and converted into military repair factories, is that true?" Fatty asked as he tapped on the computer, selecting the next Mecha.