"The latest investigation results are out." Ye Xuan opened a docunt. Only then did Sun Hang notice that they had logged into Zhong Ling's account; no wonder they could access these internal information. "The second figure in the research team: Professor Fan Peinan is suspected of misappropriating research funds, embezzling a great deal of valuable resources originally ant for subsequent research plans for personal gain, accepting bribes using his own authority, with a substantial amount involved... Moreover, his purpose in joining the 'Reform Faction' was not to expel the infected from the Federation, but to use the Reform Faction's na to accumulate wealth..."
"He deserved to die." Sun Hang comnted, "Although Mr. Deng shooting him may have been too much acting on her own, if Fan Peinan was such a rotten figure, then even if they find out that she's the one who killed him, both the Federation Governnt and Dubhe Tower would likely choose a more lenient approach, right? Most probably they'll continue to let her lead the team research special ammunition, achieving rit by redeeming faults... For a talent like her, imprisoning her would be too wasteful, wouldn't it? Then why did she commit suicide?"
"Fan Peinan had a dispute with her before he died, and the laboratory's monitoring equipnt recorded this argunt," Ye Xuan said. "Essentially, Fan Peinan believed the follow-up work on special ammunition was utterly aningless, that 'Li Fire' was rely a product born out of pure chance, and even with a successful example, the actual application scope of 'Li Fire' is pathetically small... As for the subsequent types of special ammunition, they simply cannot be developed with the current level of technology..."
"Committed suicide over a few words? Such a fragile heart," Sun Hang muttered.
"The difficulty in developing special ammunition, Mr. Deng is likely more aware than anyone else... The things Fan Peinan said were probably truth," Ye Xuan said expressionlessly, "Because of her childhood experiences, Mr. Deng has an extrely radical personality... She most likely chose to end her life because she couldn't accept this reality, thinking her life had lost its aning... Of course, these are just my conjectures."
"Life's aning? Her life's aning was to drive all the infected into the Surrendered Area?" Sun Hang looked once more at the coagulated blood on the ground in the screen, "Then such a life's aning is better left never realized."
"She probably forged her psychological assessnt report," Ye Xuan said. "Otherwise, with her psychological state, even if she obtained work permission, she would be under strict surveillance, let alone getting weapon carry permission."
"Your analysis is quite objective," Sun Hang said.
"Pitiful people must have their detestable sides, this saying might not always be correct, but it's quite fitting for her," Ye Xuan said. "Her life was a tragedy, but I won't sympathize with her because of it."
"Indeed worthy of wanting to inherit a Federation council mber seat, Lady Ye Xuan's cold deanor, if Mr. Pei saw you, he'd certainly like you very much," Sun Hang applauded, "But to go back, why did all of you gather at my place today? Decided to have a spontaneous dinner gathering?"
"Not just a dinner gathering," Yang Qi ca out of the kitchen holding two dishes, "From today onward, they will be staying here."
"Huh?" Sun Hang looked at Yang Qi, then at the two ladies sitting on the sofa. Clearly, this wasn't a poorly thought-out joke.
"There are indeed quite a few empty rooms in the villa..." Sun Hang muttered, "But I'm still curious why."
"Because you ntioned Chira 17 might co back for revenge," Yang Qi said, "And as the bait in the last luring operation, these two are likely the targets for revenge... I've thought it over, and within Tianfu City, this might be the safest place."
Wang Xiyi's current condition remains unknown, so among Hunters stationed in Tianfu City, the strongest might be Candle Dragon and Sun Hang. Candle Dragon resides in the villa behind, less than a hundred ters away.
"Alright," Sun Hang said. "Speaking of which, Candle Dragon? Since there are so many people now, why not call him over; it's just an extra pair of chopsticks anyway."
"I sent Wraith to find him," Zhong Ling whispered, "He's not at his place, just left a string of phone numbers on the door."
"Probably went sowhere to enjoy... This guy still holds quite grudges for his holiday being canceled," Sun Hang said, "He's probably chatting up young, pretty ladies in so authorized open bar."
"What? Your tone sounds sowhat envious?" Yang Qi heavily placed a bowl of noodles on the dining table edge, "You want to go chat up young, pretty ladies too?"
"Confucius said, food and attraction are innate..."
"Don't say it, the ran is ready, co eat," Yang Qi interrupted Sun Hang's excuse, "Add whatever seasoning you want."
"Had I known there would be this many people today, we should've had hotpot," Sun Hang rushed to the dining table, instantly sitting down.
"Next ti then, the applied ingredients haven't been delivered yet," Zhong Ling sat in a seat near Sun Hang, her face and hands appearing particularly delicate in comparison to the large ran bowl, with a clear blush on her face, and a fine sheen of sweat on her forehead.
"Thanks for your hard work, Chef Zhong," Sun Hang picked up chopsticks, and directly delivered the noodles into his mouth.
The noodles were springy, the soup was rich and fragrant—Sun Hang rembered very clearly, his house didn't have concentrated soup cubes, aning this broth was likely pieced together by Zhong Ling with the fridge's scant ingredients.
But in terms of taste, it was no less impressive than "technology and ruthless craft."
A master chef's prowess probably lies in this miraculous transformation, even if it's just a simple bowl of ran...
Sun Hang's exclamation hadn't been completed when the group heard a "bang" sound, as if a heavy object had fallen, from the second-floor balcony.
"What was that?" Yang Lian was stunned, instinctively turning towards the sidearm thrown on the coffee table.
"Could it be your wraith?" Yang Qi looked at Zhong Ling.
Zhong Ling shook her head: "No."
Only Sun Hang, feeling that familiar aura, said to himself in confusion: "No way?"
"What 'no way'?" Yang Qi imdiately asked.
"It's Mr. Wang," Sun Hang didn't tease, directly said.
"Wang Xiyi? She..."
"I knew you'd be surprised!" Wang Xiyi's voice ca from the second floor. Dressed in tight armored combat gear, long hair swept up high, a two-ter-long tail swayed back and forth behind her.
The next mont, she lifted her long leg and easily crossed the second-floor railing, lightly landing beside the dining table, "After unanimous discussion by Dubhe Tower and the forr director, they decided that rather than keeping at the testing ground, it's safer to have beside Sun Hang... After all, there's nothing there that can restrict my power."
"So, you're still in an observation period?" Yang Qi asked.
"Kind of," Wang Xiyi quickly moved beside Sun Hang, picked up the ran bowl Sun Hang had just had two mouthfuls from, and without any concern for image, devoured it voraciously, "I'm starving... They said the highest standard of living conditions, but the food delivered was nutrition bars that tasted like soap..."
"Hey, that's my ran..."
"You sucked so much blood from , why can't I eat a bowl of your noodles? Don't be so stingy." Wang Xiyi set down the empty bowl, wiped her mouth with her hand, "More?"
"Sun Hang... Go imdiately modify the material application form, change the application quantity for all materials to fifty... no, a hundred tis," Yang Qi said to Sun Hang, "Also, have them bring over a portable icebox."
"Huh?"
"Night Slayer, do you know why the testing ground only gives you nutrition bars?" Yang Qi asked sowhat helplessly.
"Why?"
"Because your current body requires energy daily at more than seventy tis the normal human level. Only those compressed energy bars can allow you to 'eat enough' in the shortest ti."
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