Felix wasn't overly concerned when he heard that his old rival wanted to challenge him.
In fact, he preferred this outcome, because once they left their comfort zone, it would be his home turf.
What Felix was most concerned about right now was the order from the military that was about to be completed.
Inside the food company's huge factory complex, the atmosphere among the workers reached its most tense and excited peak since operations began.
Today was the final delivery day for the Federal Army's million-dollar contract.
In the factory's loading area, as the last box of beef stew, bearing a blue shield logo, was steadily loaded onto a military transport wagon flying the Stars and Stripes, to the loud countdown of production supervisor Jones,
"The thirty-three thousand three hundred thirty-third box!"
Jones looked at the counter in his hand and shouted in his hoarse voice to all the workers around him.
