Inside this serene and extraordinary manor.

At this moment, everything remained peaceful and undisturbed.

The servants within the manor continued to calmly perform their duties.

There was no panic whatsoever.

The master of the manor was quietly reading a book on his study’s balcony.

Completely unaffected.

Even though this manor master had already learned that his activities in the Dusk Star Domain had been exposed.

Yet the expression on this white-haired old man’s face remained composed.

In fact, his reading posture remained elegant, occasionally taking a sip of the black tea placed beside him.

The butler standing nearby also stood respectfully to the side, quietly awaiting his questions.

After reading for a while.

The white-haired old man finally set down his book, gently folding a corner on the page where he had last read.

Then he picked up the black tea beside him, took a gentle sip, and casually asked:

“How was it exposed?”

“Your Lordship, someone posted the information on the Interstellar Hunter Association’s public network.”

The butler standing nearby reported the latest information he had obtained.

“Oh?” The white-haired old man made a questioning sound.

Hearing the white-haired old man’s question, the butler continued:

“That branch chief from Resource Planet 17 indeed didn’t leak the information after receiving the Spirit Stones.”

“The problem came from an Interstellar Hunter within his association.”

“That particular Interstellar Hunter is quite special—he investigated and uncovered the truth himself.”

“It’s speculated that he accepted a missing person commission, and during his investigation, he encountered the Wild Dog Gang.”

“Then Adrian, to resolve the trouble, exposed the matter about the mechas.”

“Unfortunately, even so, he still died at the hands of that Interstellar Hunter.”

“Then, that Interstellar Hunter, during his investigation, encountered that somewhat reckless Energy Department investigator.”

“He obtained information about the Spirit Stone deposits from the investigator.”

“After getting the information about the Spirit Stone deposits, he directly posted it on the Interstellar Hunter public network.”

After speaking, the butler respectfully lowered his head and fell silent.

Waiting for the white-haired old man’s decision.

“Adrian is dead?” The white-haired old man sounded somewhat regretful.

He had quite favored that young man—a rare spatial psychic ability user.

“Treat his family well. That young man paid with his life to help our family,” the white-haired old man instructed.

“Yes, Your Lordship.” The butler nodded, noting this matter.

“What is that Interstellar Hunter’s background?” The white-haired old man stood up, walked to the edge of the balcony, and looked at the meticulously crafted scenery within his manor.

The butler recalled the intelligence he had received just ten minutes ago, then selected the more important details.

He concisely answered the white-haired old man’s questions.

“Las Loren, codename Insane Raven. Age 23.”

“Strength unknown, suspected to be Third Rank, but no one knows for certain.”

“From the intelligence we’ve gathered, he was born in Federation year 7685.”

“Born in the slums, grew up there for 17 years.”

“During that time, he was completely unremarkable.”

“Both parents died when he was young, and he had no relatives or friends as he grew up.”

“His personality became withdrawn, preferring to act alone.”

“It wasn’t until he awakened his psychic ability at age 17 that he left the slums.”

“After awakening his ability, his personality became extremely cruel.”

“His actions also became illogical, following his whims.”

“At age 19, through someone’s recommendation, he joined the Interstellar Hunter Association.”

“He is currently a Third Rank hunter in the Interstellar Hunter Association.”

“Oh, and his reputation within the association is quite poor.”

“Most of his clients have died.”

“According to investigations, he only has two hobbies: killing people and gifting revolvers.”

After hearing his butler’s report, the white-haired old man let out an extremely arrogant scoff:

“Hah, merely Third Rank, yet he can throw his weight around on a semi-abandoned resource planet.”

“He should pay the price for his recklessness.”

Hearing this, the butler lowered his head and agreed: “Yes, Your Lordship.”

After resolving this matter, the white-haired old man’s expression returned to calm.

Adjusting his posture, he then began inquiring about another matter:

“What’s with the Energy Department’s massive operations?”

The butler standing behind the white-haired old man spoke in a grave tone:

“Our people discovered the Energy Department investigator’s body in a small alley.”

The white-haired old man turned to look at the butler, his gaze somewhat cold:

“What happened? I remember giving orders that when dealing with Energy Department personnel, we only capture them alive, erase their memories afterward, and then release them.”

The butler lowered his head and explained:

“It wasn’t our people who did it. Our people also died in that alley.”

“You mean that Interstellar Hunter killed the investigator and then framed us?”

“Based on current evidence, yes, Your Lordship.”

The white-haired old man standing by the window waved his hand wearily.

“Dismissed.”

“Without surprise, after this incident, the Energy Department will continue acting like mad dogs, biting anyone they see.”

“The plan hasn’t started yet. Patience is a virtue.”

“Abandon all our publicly known personnel in the Dusk Star Domain.”

“Make it clean. The Energy Department isn’t easy to fool.”

After receiving the white-haired old man’s command, the butler slowly bowed and retreated.

“Yes.”

He went to carry out the orders given by the white-haired old man.

As a butler, he was extremely diligent.

Resource Planet 17, outside the Upper District.

At the border between Clear Mine City’s Upper District and Lower District.

Here stood the planet’s only maximum-security prison, with exceptionally strict security.

This prison was built after the Upper District government was established.

Any criminal imprisoned here has been sentenced to life imprisonment under Federation law.

Any criminal who enters here can forget about ever getting out.

Whether you’re a superhuman or not, once you enter here.

It means this will be the final destination of your life.

“Penitentiary Prison” is its name.

And its name also means that prisoners entering here will face lifelong labor.

Not far from this famous prison.

Loren stood in a shadow, carefully examining this heavily guarded prison.

“How to get in?” Loren stroked his chin, murmuring to himself.

Although the previous Loren, as an experienced Interstellar Hunter, had completed many commissions.

This was his first time dealing with a maximum-security prison like this.

For a moment, he found it quite challenging.

“Dear master, are you planning to turn yourself in?” The raven on his shoulder spoke.

“Quite the opposite, I want to blow up this prison.”

“Do you have any good suggestions?”

Loren’s tone was somewhat excited—he had never blown up a prison before.

And this novel experience was exactly what Loren had been seeking.

“Master, I’m very happy that you’re finally respecting my intelligence.”

It seemed the raven was quite satisfied with its master consulting it.

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