“Idiot master, you’re becoming more and more like an anti-human, anti-social terrorist!!”

“I’m certain that after this commission, the Security Bureau will go absolutely insane looking for you!!”

Raven silently covered its eyes with its wings in Loren’s mind, almost unable to bear watching…

“Stupid bird, look, you’ve misunderstood me again.”

“It’s precisely because I love humanity, love it so deeply, that I feel genuine joy at such a spectacle!!”

The smile on Loren’s face became utterly brazen.

“What’s rotten is only the Federation, not humanity.”

After mentally conveying this sentence to Raven, Loren opened his eyes.

He stood upon the stage, happily scanning the entire stadium plunged into frenzy!

His spiritual energy expanded to its maximum in an instant, completely enveloping the entire venue!

A moment later.

Loren raised Councilor Huck’s bloodied left arm, selected a direction, and hurled it with great force!

At the spot where the arm landed, several audience members began fighting over it!

In the end, this arm was snatched by a man of extremely robust build, who clutched it to his chest!!

In Loren’s spiritual perception, this man was a sixth-rank Martial Artist.

“It seems pure Martial Artists aren’t entirely useless. At least in close-quarters grabbing, a powerful physique naturally holds an advantage…” Loren silently thought.

After seeing the arm find an owner, Loren turned his gaze back to Councilor Huck lying on the stage floor.

He stepped forward, placed his left foot on the other’s chest, and gently bent down.

Loren extended his large hand, grabbed the other’s right arm, and yanked hard!

Councilor Huck on the ground trembled involuntarily once more.

Excruciating pain assaulted his consciousness again!

Just as he was about to lose consciousness, Loren once again channeled his spiritual energy, gently striking Councilor Huck’s head…

The soul-piercing sting jolted this Councilor Huck awake once more.

“Councilor, don’t fall asleep. Learn to enjoy this performance, understand?”

Loren’s tone carried a hint of amusement.

Then, Loren raised this bloodied right arm, sweeping his gaze across the audience seats, and loudly shouted:

“Now, tell me, who wants this arm?”

Inside the Giant Stadium, that unified and frenzied cheering erupted once more!

“Give it to me!”

…

Three seconds later, Loren threw Councilor Huck’s right arm towards the direction with the loudest cheers!!

Soon, this arm also found an owner.

Yet another physically powerful Martial Artist had snatched this special “gift”…

Loren smiled, bent down again, and grabbed Councilor Huck’s right leg with his hand!

Violently tore it off!

It’s worth mentioning that the physique of a high-rank Martial Artist is truly remarkable. Even like this, he still hadn’t died from excessive blood loss.

This time, after confirming the other hadn’t fainted from the agony, Loren paid no further attention to the reactions of Councilor Huck beneath his foot, instead continuing to ask his question.

He raised that bloodied right leg with his hand!

“Who wants it? Councilor Huck’s gifts are running low…”

Five seconds later, Loren selected the direction with the loudest cheers and threw out this sturdy right leg.

And after Loren threw the right leg in his hand, this throwing motion seemed to act as a signal.

Two figures moving so fast they blurred suddenly charged up from the front-row audience seats of the inner field.

Two high-rank Superhumans wearing Security Bureau uniforms were rushing towards Councilor Huck beneath Loren’s feet!

It appeared they had come to rescue Councilor Huck.

Loren, who had been maintaining his spiritual perception the entire time, showed a hint of genuine confusion on his face upon seeing Security Bureau Agents still coming to the rescue.

“So brave?”

Loren withdrew his left foot from Councilor Huck’s body, lightly tapped the stage, and his figure instantly vanished from the spot.

The two sprinting Agents exchanged a glance, tacitly split apart, and charged towards Huck lying on the stage from two different directions!

Unfortunately, after a sharp, explosive sound erupted on the stage.

These two high-rank Agents who had come to rescue were caught by Loren’s large hands gripping their necks.

His two large hands each gripped an Agent’s neck.

Both struggled violently in his grasp.

All this happened in the blink of an eye.

So fast that the ordinary audience members on-site didn’t know what had happened, hadn’t even seen anything clearly, before the fight was over.

The current Loren, with no weaknesses, could nearly resolve battles instantly when facing these ninth-rank Martial Artists.

The physique and speed these two high-rank Martial Artists took pride in were, in Loren’s eyes, like two slow, fragile, oversized insects.

He could control them with utter ease.

“Why come to your deaths?” Loren softly asked.

“The Security… Bureau… won’t… let… you… go!” the Agent in his left hand struggled to say.

“He… even if… guilty! That’s… no… reason… for… a thug… like you… to… carry out… vigilante justice!!” the Agent in his right hand managed to utter with effort.

Hearing this, Loren shrugged his shoulders and exerted force with both hands simultaneously!!

Two simultaneous “CRACK” sounds rang out!

Loren shook his head and flung the two corpses in his hands, throwing the Agents’ bodies to an area in front of an audience section.

There were still a few low-rank Agents maintaining order there.

“A pity…” Loren softly sighed.

“A pity for what?” an elderly voice sounded from the edge of the stage.

Loren turned to look. The white-bearded old man from the Arcane Research Society was smiling at him, having already dealt with his own opponent and returned.

“Wasn’t the plan to wait for us to finish our opponents and then help you?” Loren asked with a smile.

“Ah… It’s been too long since I’ve fought anyone. It turns out after all these years of cultivation, this old man has become different…” the white-bearded old man couldn’t help but sigh.

Hearing this, Loren glanced at the hem of the other’s robe. There wasn’t even a speck of dirt.

This old man doesn’t seem like a proper person…

Loren ignored him further. With a light tap of his foot, his figure returned to Councilor Huck’s side.

After being interrupted by those two high-rank Security Bureau Agents, Loren looked at Councilor Huck on the ground, tears and snot streaming down his face, and suddenly lost interest…

“Happiness is always fleeting.”

Loren mentally complained, silently bent down, and extended his large hand.

After quickly tearing off the other’s left leg, Loren casually threw this bloodied left leg towards the audience seats…

Then, Loren clenched his fist and directly smashed it towards Councilor Huck’s head.

Mottled white and red liquid splattered across the ground, like a beautiful flower of crimson adorned with pure white.

Madam Carnina’s first commission was completed.

This member from the House of Representatives ended his life under Loren’s fist…

On the stage, only Councilor Huck’s lonely torso remained.

As Loren stood up, he casually picked up Councilor Huck’s torso and threw it towards a section of the audience with a higher concentration of Martial Artists…

“Young man, what grudge did you have with that councilor? To be so ruthless?” The white-bearded old man walked to Loren’s side, asking with considerable curiosity.

Loren shot him a disdainful glance and uttered a very simple word:

“Secret.”

Keeping a client’s information confidential is a basic quality of an Interstellar Hunter.

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