In the end, Loren, who felt somewhat unable to keep up with the times, quietly used his psychic energy to check the number of Spirit Stones inside his spatial ring. Then, pretending he had accepted this newfangled thing, he calmly bid farewell.

“Until next time.”

After giving a slight tip of his hat, Loren turned and walked out of the weapons shop, taking the 2.16 million Spirit Stones with him.

After Loren’s figure disappeared, everyone inside the shop secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

“Good, this deal went smoothly…”

“The intel on the black market can also be updated. Although this one is a crazy Superhuman, when it comes to business matters, the other party still maintains a certain degree of orderly characteristics.”

“At the very least, during the transaction, I didn’t detect even a hint of the other party wanting to ‘double-cross’ us.”

“The threat level can be downgraded by one rank.”

After Loren had gone far enough, Taylor spoke in a low voice, giving his own judgment.

After habitually finishing his information summarization and analysis, he glanced sideways at his partner and teased in a good mood:

“What’s wrong? Did that one make you so nervous? That’s not your usual style.”

Hearing this, the young man wearing a gray robe glanced expressionlessly at his companion and the others in the weapons shop. He then instructed Old George, who was standing dumbfounded to the side:

“I don’t want anyone else to know about tonight’s events. You understand what I mean, right?”

Old George nodded calmly. “I understand, sir.”

The gray-robed young man nodded, then glanced again at his companion whose smile hadn’t stopped since earlier.

“Let’s go, I’ll tell you on the way…”

Seeing the other’s grave expression, Taylor put away his smile and nodded silently.

He knew his partner wasn’t joking with him…

After exchanging a knowing look, the two swiftly left the weapons shop.

After the two had left the shop, Old George, who was standing not far from the shop entrance, walked directly to the door and silently closed the shop’s main gate.

Turning around, Old George swept his gaze over the shop assistants inside who were all looking at him nervously. He spread his hands open with considerable regret.

“Sorry, lads. You should know, this is how the Gray Zone is…”

Not long after.

From the weapons shop at the end of the street, screams rang out one after another.

A thick smell of blood wafted out from the shop’s shattered glass window, lingering for a long time…

In the Radiant Flow Main City at night.

A hovercar without Federation license plates was driving slowly and unremarkably along the road.

Here in Radiant Flow Main City, a hovercar *with* license plates was actually the more novel sight.

Inside the vehicle, Taylor was driving the hovercar. Sitting in the passenger seat was his partner, that young man who habitually wore a gray robe.

“There is no karmic existence on him…”

The young man in the passenger seat suddenly spoke these words.

“What?” Taylor, who was driving, was somewhat puzzled.

“That ‘Night Raven’… there is no karmic existence on him…” the gray-robed young man said again, looking out the car window.

Silence fell inside the car.

After a long while, a voice finally sounded.

“Huh? And then? What does that mean?” Taylor, who didn’t understand divination and fortune-telling, was even more confused.

“Sigh, forget it… You just need to know that my divinations don’t work accurately on him…”

At this point, the gray-robed young man closed his eyes with a hint of lingering fear and continued:

“Any hexagram that involves him… probably won’t be very accurate…”

“What’s the big deal? Wasn’t everything smooth tonight…”

Taylor, on the other hand, seemed indifferent. Having obtained the thing he had pursued for so long, his mood was quite good at the moment.

“This means… the hexagram I cast before we entered the shop… might not have been very accurate…”

The gray-robed young man’s voice drifted faintly from the passenger seat.

Silence descended inside the car once more.

“Are you trying to say… we almost died just now?” A somewhat strained voice sounded from within the car.

“Congratulations, you’ve finally realized this. And you even wanted to downgrade his threat level…”

“…”

“Then… do we still deal with him in the future?” Taylor asked again after a long silence.

“You decide. However, I don’t want to appear in that one’s line of sight again…”

“Alright. I’ll handle the relationship with that one carefully…”

A long time later, Taylor’s voice came from the driver’s seat.

———–

Federal Calendar, 7708, October 22nd, early morning hours.

Loren returned to the lounge where he was staying. And just five minutes earlier, he had picked up the little one from Retab Collin’s office, where she had been staying up late browsing the forum.

Because Loren had waited for a long time inside the weapons shop, the little one had stayed in Office 001 for about four hours.

This also led to Retab Collin’s mouth twitching slightly when he finally saw Loren coming to pick her up.

“Four hours… I should have been off work long ago… No one told me that becoming a branch chief meant overtime…”

Perhaps because this mutter was too soft, Loren deliberately chose not to “hear it clearly,” pretending nothing had happened.

The little one’s spirits were quite good. Perhaps because her Psychic Ability was rather special, Loren always felt a kind of human child’s vitality whenever he saw her.

Quite healing.

Especially when Ayla Morningstar saw Loren and called out “big brother” with a giggle.

After taking the little one back to Lounge 104, Loren returned to his own Room 105.

Entering the bathroom, he washed up, then lay down on the large bed in the bedroom with a pleased mood.

470,000 Spirit Stones, plus the freshly acquired 2.16 million Spirit Stones, had brought Loren’s assets to a new peak.

A full 2.63 million Spirit Stones had once again transformed him into “Wealthy Loren”…

This matter visibly improved his mood.

“Anything that wastes my time deserves to be blown up. Don’t you agree, Dusk Star Domain…”

After completing his daily task of insulting the Dusk Star Domain, Loren logged into the Interstellar Hunter Forum with a satisfied expression.

Due to the past few days where Loren had to strictly protect the little one, he hadn’t logged into the Interstellar Hunter Forum for several days, nor had he interacted with those interesting people for days.

This made Loren miss the people on the forum for the first time.

Loren could finally understand how Raven felt.

“Internet addiction truly is a terrifying thing…” Loren thought silently, stroking his chin.

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