I Just Wanted to Be a Galactic Hunter—Why Am I on the Wanted List? Chapter 219: A Game

After flying through the night sky for a while, Loren reached his destination for this trip.

Due to his Tier advancent and the epic enhancent of his physical body, Loren's current movent speed was no longer what it used to be.

A journey that originally required 30 minutes of flight now only took him a few minutes to complete.

Upon reaching his destination, Loren landed outside a Gray Zone. He retracted the Black Wings behind him and walked into this district, which gradually grew more active after nightfall, with a calm expression.

This was the Gray Zone where Old George was located. Loren was already quite familiar with this place. Since he had so private matters to attend to, he habitually walked in here.

When Loren entered the Gray Zone, the people who frequented this area for their activities all fell into an eerily complete silence...

The people operating in this Gray Zone were also familiar with Loren.

This important figure with the alias "Night Raven" had an extre preference for quiet...

After all, in this Gray Zone, it was only a major figure like Loren, who operated alone, who would personally co here.

Other important figures similar to Loren would choose to send their subordinates instead...

Through his activities over the past half month, Loren had finally made his reputation resound throughout the entire Radiant Flow Star Domain.

"Inflicted heavy damage on the leader of Gray Moon," and "jointly besieged the Digital Currency Bank with the Security Bureau."

These two events had elevated Loren's fa to a new height, especially within the Gray Zones and the underground black markets.

The most obvious evidence was the 3 billion bounty hanging over Loren's head, which to this day, no one dared to co and claim...

When a bounty and the target's strength were completely mismatched, the bounty beca a joke...

Seeing the quiet atmosphere in the Gray Zone, Loren nodded with satisfaction.

"It seems I don't need to clear the area. Everyone has learned to be sensible..."

Next.

Loren began to wander aimlessly through the Gray Zone, like a sowhat bored tourist.

He wasn't here to find Old George this ti. He intended to co here to find a suitable Revolver holder.

In the over half month since arriving in the Radiant Flow Star Domain, in all this ti, Loren had not given away a single Revolver...

And throughout the past half month, Loren had completely forgotten about giving the little one a Revolver.

Perhaps it was a subconscious feeling that the little one, also being a rule-system Psychic, most likely didn't have extra Spirit Stones to feed a Revolver.

Perhaps "Fortune" did not approve of this decision, as within this half month, Loren had not once felt the desire to give away a Revolver...

If nothing unexpected happened, Loren would head to the Central Star Domain tomorrow to complete a commission with a rather high level of danger.

For Loren, if he were to be cornered by a large number of Federation powerhouses in the future, resurrecting in the chaotic Radiant Flow Star Domain was a good option.

This was a place where Federation power was not strong.

This made him feel that it was necessary to make so preparations in advance.

It was very necessary to leave a resurrection Anchor Point in a complex place like the Radiant Flow Star Domain...

As Loren's current perspective had risen, the few Spirit Stones others could use to feed a Revolver were sothing he could no longer really look up to.

40 million Spirit Stones—if he had to rely on others to feed them, who knew how long he would have to wait...

Loren's advancent speed was simply too fast, so fast that most of the Revolver's functions had completely failed to keep up with Loren's pace.

The combat power boost the Revolver provided Loren now boiled down to just one addition: using Energy Bullets as "gifts."

For the rest, only the functions of "being able to manipulate Misfortune and Fortune within a certain range of the Revolver" and the "resurrection Anchor Point" still held Loren's favor.

It must be said that the reason Loren could be this reckless up to this point was partly due to the courage granted by "Fortune," but a large part was also because of the safety net provided by that "resurrection chance"...

10 minutes later.

Loren's eyes lit up. "Found it!"

While idly wandering the Gray Zone, Loren had also fully unleashed his ntal power, scanning everything within his perception.

After finding his target, the Black Wings behind him spread open once more. With a gentle flap, Loren's figure vanished without a trace...

As Loren's figure disappeared, the lawless elents active on this street regained their vitality.

This street once again beca noisy and lively, and the interrupted business transactions resud...

When Loren's figure reappeared, it was outside an alley not far from the Gray Zone.

Strictly speaking, this place no longer belonged to the Gray Zone, but fell within its radiation zone.

Or, it would be more appropriate to call this a district derived from the Gray Zone.

Of course, from Loren's perspective, this place looked more like the Slums on Resource Planet 17 in the Dusk Star Domain.

When Loren entered this street, he inexplicably felt a familiar atmosphere perating the place.

It was the scent of blood derived from poverty...

The Federation was vast, but so things were always the sa.

Standing outside the alley, Loren, sensing everything happening within the alley, inexplicably revealed a smile.

"Seems I've found a pretty good candidate..."

Loren stepped into the dark alley.

He walked calmly deeper into the alley, occasionally sidestepping the crude traps soone had set up inside.

So sharp glass shards, so rusted sharp iron pieces, and so toxic chemical substances.

The components of the traps were quite crude, yet rather effective. From Loren's perspective, these crude traps filled with clever little ideas could deal with most ordinary people.

Even so careless Tier 1 Superhumans might fall victim to them if they were montarily inattentive...

In Loren's perception, a resilient and sowhat dangerous youth lived here.

Rather than saying this was a dark alley filled with various traps, it was more accurate to call it a youth's "ho."

And the Revolver holder Loren had selected this ti was precisely this dangerous youth.

As Loren continued forward, the original resident of the alley finally noticed this uninvited guest.

Clearly, Loren's appearance frightened this "original resident."

He hid in a dark corner piled with miscellaneous items, nervously closed his eyes, and held his breath.

Hoping Loren would not discover him.

This youth had keenly judged one thing from Loren's pace of advancent: he was no match for Loren no matter what.

Therefore, after assessing the gap between them, he chose to hide himself as his first course of action, praying in his heart that Loren was just a passing Superhuman.

Sensing this scene, a hint of mischievousness suddenly arose in Loren's heart.

"If you're going to keep hiding, how about we play a ga?"