“No.” Loren’s brows furrowed tightly.

He was currently pondering whether he could last until the evening awards ceremony while sitting in such a conspicuously positioned seating block…

It was only 7:45 AM on November 21st of the Federal Calendar, still over ten hours before the awards ceremony began…

The middle-aged uncle beside him continued asking:

“If you’re not with the Star Traveler Society, you wouldn’t happen to be with the Fire Thief Cult, would you?”

“Also no.” Loren’s reply remained just as straightforward.

Please don’t tell me that by the time the evening awards ceremony rolls around, I’ll be the only person sitting in this entire section…

“So, when do you all usually go up on stage to preach your organization’s ideology?” Loren asked the question he was most concerned about.

“Well… that’s not fixed. You go up when you feel the opportunity is good, when you can get a few more words in… that’s the right time.”

“Generally speaking, the best opportunity is right after a particularly exciting performance on stage ends, before the next performance begins. That’s when the live stream viewership is highest.”

“Oh, right, absolutely do NOT rush on stage while a singer is in the middle of their performance. It’ll damage your organization’s image in the public’s mind…”

“Of course, if your organization’s ideology is already pretty messed up and you’re aiming to recruit terrorists, then it doesn’t really matter…”

This middle-aged uncle from the Sculptors’ Mutual Aid Association, assuming Loren was a first-timer at such events, was imparting his experience to Loren.

After all, they were all Superhuman organizations under strict crackdown by the Security Bureau; of course they should stick together…

“Aren’t you all afraid of getting arrested by the Security Bureau?”

Seeing how enthusiastic this chatty middle-aged uncle was, Loren pointed out the most contradictory aspect of this entire situation.

“Brother, didn’t your organization’s higher-ups tell you? Or are they testing your loyalty by deliberately not telling you?”

“Those who participate in the preaching events are only nominally arrested by the Security Bureau.”

“In reality, every organization has captured Security Bureau Agents before. None were killed; they were all kept alive.”

“After the arrests, the organizations arrange prisoner exchanges.”

“This is the tacit understanding between our organizations and the Security Bureau.”

“Otherwise, do you think we could buy tickets and actually get them checked to enter? The Security Bureau is just turning a blind eye.”

“We get a chance to spread our organization’s ideology, and the Security Bureau gets their captured Agents back…”

After listening to the explanation, Loren nodded with a dark expression, muttering to himself in a low voice:

“Really know how to play the game, Security Bureau…”

So, this is essentially a prisoner exchange conference?

*Online waiting: Is it still too late if I go catch a few Security Bureau Agents now?*

Loren internally mocked the Security Bureau’s utter lack of bottom lines.

“Master, our plan seems to have completely fallen apart…” Raven reminded Loren in his mind.

“Don’t rush, Raven.”

“There are still over ten hours. We’ll play it by ear from here on out! Also, I wouldn’t mind using the resurrection opportunity here!!”

“That Councilor Huck is definitely dying tonight!”

No one! Can break my one hundred percent commission success rate! Loren emphasized in his heart.

Clearly, one of the few obsessions Loren still held onto was his commission success rate…

“Brother, we’ve been chatting for so long. So, which organization are you actually from? I get the feeling you’re like a new recruit who just joined…”

That enthusiastic and talkative middle-aged uncle still hadn’t given up his curiosity about which organization Loren belonged to.

“Nature Sect.” Loren said softly.

“Hmm, as expected, hmm?! Nature… Sect?! Are you serious?!”

The middle-aged uncle’s tone carried a hint of distance and disbelief.

After all, people from the Sculptors’ Mutual Aid Association had once been blockaded at their door by the Nature Sect.

Their Chief was also forced to issue a public apology to the Nature Sect.

The relationship between the two organizations wasn’t exactly one of deep hatred, but it was close enough to ‘never interact again’…

“Of course it’s fake.” Loren shot the other man a disdainful glance.

“That’s good… I thought…” The middle-aged uncle’s tone became much more relaxed.

“Uncle.” Loren called out to him.

“What’s up, brother?”

“I prefer quiet. Could you please be a little quieter?”

After getting the answers he wanted, Loren’s attitude turned quite cold.

“Uh, I’ll try. You know, people from our organization don’t usually get to see many others. When we do meet someone, we tend to like talking a lot…”

Loren recalled the Sculptors’ Mutual Aid Association from the Interstellar Hunter Forum.

Hmm… apart from being quite aggressive, everything else seemed pretty normal…

So, the excessive aggression… is it because they’ve gone crazy from not talking to anyone for too long?

Loren felt he had stumbled upon some kind of truth.

After a while, under Loren’s clearly disinterested and cold attitude.

That middle-aged uncle from the Sculptors’ Mutual Aid Association, showing good situational awareness, turned his head and started bothering the young man from the Angelic Knights sitting to his right.

Loren silently glanced at that young man from the Angelic Knights, sizing him up.

Hmm… his complexion really is quite fair… really does look like a pretty boy…

The young man from the Angelic Knights noticed Loren’s gaze. He nodded at Loren quite amiably.

Loren was taken aback for a moment, then silently nodded back in response.

Quite polite, these Angelic Knights… interesting…

Next, Loren quietly released his mental energy, letting it spread towards the seats near him.

Loren used his vast mental energy to transmit a very concealed thought: “Anyone there?”

This was a probe.

Loren wanted to see how many people could detect his mental energy.

He wanted to see which Powerful Individuals these cult organizations had deployed…

And whether anyone wanted to stir up even bigger trouble…

Soon, his mental energy sensed several thought replies transmitted via mental energy in return.

“Young man, you’re being somewhat impolite.”

“Hey, so curious about me? Want to join the Empire?”

“We meet again, sir. Our last encounter was in the Radiant Flow Star Domain.”

Loren followed the directions from which those mental thoughts came, looking over one by one…

The first mental thought came from that white-bearded old man from the Arcane Research Society. Sitting in the fourth row from Loren, he gave Loren a slight smile, nodded gently, and offered a greeting.

Loren returned a smile to him as well.

The second mental thought was transmitted by that intelligence personnel from the Empire’s Military. His seat was quite far back.

Loren and this Empire’s Military intelligence personnel locked eyes across the numerous people between them.

The third thought came from a middle-aged man with a scholarly demeanor sitting in the corner of the first row.

The man wore a pair of silver-rimmed glasses, was dressed in a white vintage robe, and held a copy of “Federal Literary History” in his hand. He nodded towards Loren, revealing an elegant smile.

Interestingly, Loren only felt the man’s aura was somewhat familiar, but he didn’t recognize him…

Yet this scholarly middle-aged man claimed to be meeting Loren again.

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