Faced with Loren’s shamelessness, Fwens and that spatial-type powerhouse from the Empire’s military had already begun silently facepalming.

How has a guy like this not been beaten to death yet?!

And after saying those words, Loren used the fastest speed of his entire life to charge toward the outside of the stadium!

Simultaneously, he shouted in his heart:

“Raven, the fun’s over! Time for us to run!”

“Stack my Fortune to the max!!”

“I have a feeling we’ve thoroughly pissed off the Security Bureau this time!!”

Along with Loren’s internal shout, a nearly invisible, blurry figure vanished into the vast sea of spectators in the audience…

That heart-pounding, thrilling feeling once again appeared in Loren’s heart!

“Hahahaha! Raven, I absolutely love this feeling!!”

“Idiot master, you really should go see a psychologist!!”

In his mind, Raven’s helpless voice of complaint rang out.

It took Loren only one second to rush out of the enormous stadium!

No one tried to stop Loren.

The unknown powerful individuals who had come to watch the Silver Radiance Festival in the audience, and the severely injured powerhouses of the Security Bureau, simply watched silently as Loren’s back disappeared around the corner…

Among the four cult powerhouses who had caused the ruckus at the Silver Radiance Festival, Loren’s strength was the most intimidating. The speed at which he had taken down that Legendary powerhouse from the Security Bureau was too fast…

Most importantly, the commotion from Loren’s fight this time was also too small.

That Legendary powerhouse from the Security Bureau seemed to have died at the hands of this strangely dressed, unfamiliar powerhouse without even using his full strength…

With his Spiritual Power fully activated, Loren, after rushing out of the stadium, quickly sprinted toward a dark, narrow alley…

Within mere seconds of Loren’s figure plunging into the dark alley, his aura and energy fluctuations strangely vanished from the perception methods of the many powerful individuals.

As a Demigod artifact, the Pure White Mask was quite effective in concealing one’s aura.

And the severely injured Security Bureau powerhouses stationed not far from the stadium, upon sensing this, once again deeply furrowed their brows…

“Such a unique concealment method… is this a powerhouse from the Shadow Brotherhood?” A conjecture arose in the heart of that Demigod-level powerhouse from the Security Bureau.

An unknown, unfamiliar powerhouse. Brutal methods. A remarkably stealthy fighting style. Highly skilled concealment techniques.

Coming to participate in the Silver Radiance Festival was only to assassinate that Councilor Huck in a bloody manner.

Not wanting to reveal any information about himself, nor promoting any ideology.

These characteristics and style Loren displayed at the Silver Radiance Festival clearly led this Demigod-level powerhouse from the Security Bureau to misunderstand something.

“Has the Shadow Brotherhood already digested the fallout from that conspiracy years ago?”

“Well then, you’ve really gotten yourselves into trouble now…” that Security Bureau Demigod powerhouse murmured softly to himself.

Under the unknown workings of “Fortune,” another beautiful misunderstanding was born…

Logically speaking, if Loren weren’t so desperately short on Spirit Stones, a Commission for an assassination of this style should have been transferred by Retab Collin to the Shadow Brotherhood.

This style of business was clearly not within the scope of the Interstellar Hunter Association.

It was a beautiful “misunderstanding” that could withstand anyone’s scrutiny.

In every detail and point of logic, it pointed extremely cleverly toward the Shadow Brotherhood…

At the same time.

While Loren was fleeing toward the stadium exit after throwing the blame.

On the stage, Fwens and that Empire’s military powerhouse also nodded to each other and similarly began their withdrawal.

From the hem of Fwens’s gold-trimmed black robe, a mass of gray mist rose up, enveloping and coiling around his body.

Amidst the billowing gray mist, his figure vanished from the center of the stage.

As for that Empire’s spatial-type powerhouse, his body simply fell backward.

As he fell, a subtle spatial fluctuation gently appeared behind him.

Space, like a calm body of water, rippled in waves, swallowing his body…

On the now-empty stage of the Silver Radiance Festival, only Councilor Huck’s blood remained on the ground.

———

Federal Calendar 7708, November 21st, late at night.

Outside a large-scale material distribution center in the Main City of the Silver Radiance Star Domain.

Stood a lady with a fiery hot figure, her feet clad in a pair of black high heels with red soles.

On her slender, straight legs were a pair of semi-transparent black stockings.

And covering her enticingly long legs was a form-fitting black professional short skirt.

Accentuated by the professional skirt, her ample buttocks outlined a rather perfect curve.

Her perfectly proportioned slender waist, her impressively sized chest, paired with a white blouse, caused this lady’s beauty index to skyrocket.

Finally, this sexy-figured lady also wore a luxurious, form-fitting black wool coat, making her aura even more unique.

Her fair, delicate neck, her nearly flawless facial features, pale and coolly elegant.

At the back of her head grew a head of smooth, waist-length long hair, dancing in the night breeze.

The only slight imperfection was that perhaps this lady had considered her beauty too ostentatious.

This lady with a powerful aura also wore a pair of moderately sized sunglasses over her eyes.

These sunglasses rather cleverly concealed part of her beauty.

Yet, even so, outside this large-scale distribution center, passing men would occasionally be captivated by her beauty and aura, momentarily losing their senses.

These men who fell in love at first sight wanted to step forward and strike up a conversation, but were intimidated by the lady’s aura, silently giving rise to feelings of inferiority.

Forget it, just looking is enough. She wouldn’t be interested in me. We’re not from the same world…

And this extremely sexy lady, after arriving outside this large-scale material distribution center, used her slender fingers to retrieve a small communicator from between her breasts.

Her slender fingers, painted with pink nail polish, skillfully dialed a string of numbers.

“Radiant Flow Star Domain, one repairman.” A sexy, alluring female voice sounded.

After a moment of silence.

A rather cautious inquiry came from the communicator:

“Sorry, Madam, who is this?”

“Loren.” A somewhat flat female voice sounded.

Inside the communicator, there was another long silence.

“You… could you provide some proof?”

Hearing this, the beautiful eyes beneath the sexy lady’s sunglasses unconsciously narrowed.

“Sir, speaking more nonsense will get you killed…” The female voice carried a hint of dangerous tone.

“Sorry!! I’ll contact them for you immediately!! Loren… sir… Madam!”

The voice from the communicator was clearly somewhat flustered.

“Call me sir. This is just my disguise.”

The female voice fell silent for a moment, then seriously corrected the other party’s form of address.

“Yes! Honorable Mr. Loren!!”

Hearing this, the sexy lady said nothing more, patiently waiting.

A few seconds later.

A starship designation came from the communicator.

“Mr. Loren, cargo starship fk-14.”

After obtaining the answer she wanted, this coolly elegant, sexy-looking lady calmly hung up the communicator in her hand.

“Oh, my dear master, can I interpret this as the type you like?” Raven’s voice carried a teasing tone.

“No, it’s just because this disguise won’t make those well-trained Agents from the Security Bureau make the association that I was the one who assassinated that Councilor Huck.”

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