After a moment of reflection, Loren took out 5,000 Spirit Stones and placed them into a space ring with an unremarkable appearance.

Next, after putting the miscellaneous items on the ground back into a spatial storage device, Loren tucked these seven spatial storage devices back into his embrace.

“I have a few too many spatial storage devices on me now. Looks like I need to find an opportunity to sell some of them…”

Due to the principle of spatial repulsion, one spatial storage device cannot be placed inside another.

At this moment, Loren had over a dozen spatial storage devices on his person.

The “Crimson Tear”.

The three spatial storage devices obtained incidentally while robbing the three major families.

The two spatial storage devices given for free by the Security Bureau as payment for the Spirit Stones.

The spoils of war cleaned up from Councilor Osman’s manor, which added another eight spatial storage devices.

And this wasn’t even counting Councilor Osman’s own space ring, which still needed to be opened by a specialist before it could be used.

Loren shook his head. He’d deal with that later. Escaping was the priority right now…

“Master, I feel like you’re showing off. That’s a fortunate problem to have…”

The somewhat plump Raven tilted its head and spoke, somewhat puzzled.

Loren glanced at it, said nothing, bent down, and silently absorbed the Raven into his body, actively entering a possession state to help the Raven digest the Spirit Stones it had just devoured.

Afterwards, Loren, having made all his preparations, opened the door. Looking at Ryan sitting in the corridor, he calmly said:

“Ryan, tell me the address. I’ll go myself. Because I’ve brought you trouble, you’ll probably need to lay low for a while too.”

“Sir, are you sure you’ll be alright alone?” Ryan stood up, remained silent for a moment, and then replied.

“Don’t worry. I was born in the Gray Zone. I’m more familiar with the rules here than you are.”

“Moreover, compared to the trouble I’ve brought you, perhaps you should be more worried about yourself,” Loren reminded him.

“I understand, Mr. Loren. 17 Baker Street. They specialize in transporting contraband,” Ryan whispered an address.

“Thank you for your help, Ryan.” Loren gave a slight tip of his hat and took his leave directly.

As Loren was about to disappear at the end of the corridor, his footsteps halted. He turned back to look at the somewhat bewildered Ryan in the corridor, feeling he should do something.

The fate of such a gentleman shouldn’t end like this. So, turning back, Loren spoke with a meaningful tone:

“Ryan, a gift for you. Good luck.” Simultaneously, the Black and Gold Revolver appeared in Loren’s hand, and he fired an Energy Bullet towards Ryan.

After saying this, Loren activated his newly advanced seventh ability.

Because the Raven had exerted a certain degree of influence during the advancement, the manifestation of this ability was somewhat special, leaning more towards the conceptual.

“Gift the other party a conceptual ‘gift’. Once the ‘gift’ is received, it can bestow either Fortune or Misfortune upon the recipient.”

“Furthermore, this Fortune or Misfortune will remain in a perpetually triggered state.”

“Simultaneously, the cost of activating the Fortune or Misfortune is transferred, and the consumption will also be paid by the recipient, draining their energy and spirit, with energy being consumed first.”

Loren gave this ability a pleasant-sounding name—”Fate’s Gift.”

“Implies that all gifts bestowed by fate require a hidden price to be paid.”

Inside Councilor Osman’s manor, that Azure-blue Mecha was ‘gifted’ a sliver of “Fortune” by Loren as a “gift” placed inside the mecha.

Then, Loren used this sliver of “Fortune” that reached directly into the mecha’s interior as an Anchor Point to instantly apply a massive amount of “Misfortune,” thereby bypassing the mecha’s external shielding methods.

The mecha then paid the energy cost for continuously triggering the massive “Misfortune,” which directly led to the mecha’s energy core going out of control.

Bestowing “Fortune” also counts as a gift.

Of course, bestowing a bullet also counts as a gift.

The bullet Loren fired at the mecha was actually just a cover for his new ability and didn’t have much effect.

That mecha had already been hit before the bullet struck it.

But such a minor trick, with no extra significance, could very well conceal Loren’s true ability.

In Loren’s estimation, if anyone in the future tried to fight him based on combat intelligence, their outcome would be truly miserable.

At this moment, however, Loren’s activation of his seventh ability on Ryan was different.

Loren first sent this completely non-threatening Energy Bullet as a “gift” to Ryan.

After Ryan, who had closed his eyes in despair, received this gift, Loren then applied a small measure of “Fortune” to Ryan.

Of course, the energy consumption for this small measure of Fortune was within the range Ryan could bear.

This was a genuine gift, not a “gift” with ulterior motives.

This Energy Bullet, after hitting the center of Ryan’s forehead—who had closed his eyes in despair—shattered into sparkling golden light points, like a beautiful “prank.”

When Ryan, who had prepared himself to be silenced, opened his eyes again, he was somewhat dazed.

He looked towards the end of the corridor. It was empty now…

After delivering his gift, Loren had left directly.

Escape time was precious. He needed to hurry.

Loren walked out of the shop with the “Private Courier” sign alone and came onto the main street of Baker Street.

After glancing at the house number on the wall, he spread the wings on his back and swiftly headed towards the location of “17 Baker Street.”

10 seconds later.

Before the house number for 17 Baker Street, Loren’s tall figure appeared.

He retracted his Black Wings and strode into this clinic.

On the surface, this was an ordinary clinic. In reality, it was a shop that secretly sold various contraband items.

At this moment, the “doctors” inside the shop were still tallying the contraband sold the previous night, still calculating how many Federation coins they had earned.

Hearing someone enter the clinic,

the doctor who was still bent over calculating didn’t even look up, saying:

“The clinic operates at night. We’re resting during the day. Come back tonight.”

“Sorry, I’m not here to buy anything. I’m here to ask when your smuggling starship is taking off? I’d like to hitch a ride,” Loren stated his purpose with a smile.

Simultaneously, the Black and Gold Revolver appeared in Loren’s hand, pointed at the doctor doing the accounts.

At this moment, the doctor immersed in his calculations was also tugged on the hem of his white coat by a colleague on the verge of tears, signaling him to stop calculating—a big shot had arrived…

Disturbed by his colleague, the doctor, who had been immersed in calculating last night’s profits, finally lifted his head to look at the uninvited guest, Loren.

Immediately, he saw the muzzle of that ornate revolver pointed directly at him. His breath hitched for an instant.

What businessmen fear most is having money to earn but no life left to spend it.

Then, he recognized Loren, his pupils contracting in terror.

“Mr. Loren, please don’t shoot!! Whenever you’re willing, we can take off immediately!!”

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