I Just Wanted to Be a Galactic Hunter—Why Am I on the Wanted List? Chapter 222: Arrival

After clarifying Loren's destination.

This small aircraft began to slowly ascend under Hunter Kuraya's skilled operation, flying towards a direction on the outskirts of Radiant Flow Main City, trailing a long plu of exhaust.

Inside the aircraft's cockpit, both n maintained a certain silence.

Sensing the flight speed of the small aircraft beneath him, a faint smile touched the corner of Loren's mouth.

"Doctor, forgive my bluntness, but you seem quite afraid of ?" Loren asked softly.

Upon hearing this, a drop of cold sweat trickled down Hunter Kuraya's forehead.

"Mr. Loren, I'm just a small fry. Constantly getting involved with a big shot like you, I'm afraid I'll die in a planned 'accident' one of these days..."

After hearing the doctor's reply, Loren gave a silent nod and chose not to continue the conversation.

20 minutes later.

The small aircraft landed within a large logistics distribution center.

It was the very sa large logistics distribution center where Loren had landed when he first arrived in the Radiant Flow Star Domain.

This ti, without any prompting, Loren quite expertly changed into clothes labeled "Ship chanic."

anwhile, Hunter Kuraya, after pulling out his communicator to contact the smuggling organization, gave Loren a ship designation number:

"Cargo Ship FA-23."

Upon learning the cargo ship he was to board, Loren reached out, pulled open the small aircraft's hatch, and jumped directly down.

"Doctor, I'm very satisfied with the service you provided. Perhaps we'll et again." Loren liked this feeling of simplicity and tight security.

Still aboard the small aircraft, Hunter Kuraya's mouth imdiately turned down at the corners upon hearing Loren's farewell.

No, it's best if we never et again...

After Loren left, Hunter Kuraya patiently waited another 10 minutes.

Estimating that Loren had already boarded the smuggler cargo ship, he used his communicator again to contact the smuggling organization's flight dispatcher.

"Beastkin Star Domain, one chanic." Hunter Kuraya's tone was remarkably calm.

"Cargo Ship FX-11." The answer he wanted ca through the communicator in his hand.

After hanging up, Hunter Kuraya stared blankly at the communicator in his hand, lost in thought.

After a long silence, he dialed another number:

"Hey, sweetheart, let's break up."

After saying this, he hung up the communicator without waiting for any response.

Once the call ended, he directly crushed his own communicator in his hand.

Only physical destruction leaves no traces and can't be tracked...

Next, he quickly changed into a set of chanic's clothes and set up a delayed-explosion bomb in the small aircraft's cockpit.

Opening the hatch, he walked towards the location of Cargo Ship FX-11...

"Goodbye, Radiant Flow Star Domain."

Before boarding the ship, he turned around and looked up at the night sky over Radiant Flow Main City, ntally cursing Loren countless tis.

Damn you, Loren, you've forced to flee again!!

You, who aren't even wanted by the Federation, going to the Central Star Domain—why not take a legitimate passenger ship?! Why a smuggler ship!

Are you going to the Central Star Domain to do sothing shady, damn it...

In fact, upon learning Loren's destination, Hunter Kuraya had reaffird his decision to flee.

Although he didn't know what Loren was going to the Central Star Domain for, years of experience in the Gray Zone told him:

When a big shot chooses to hide himself, he's probably about to do sothing very, very big...

As the one who helped Loren sneak into the Central Star Domain, he would likely get caught in the crossfire...

Thinking this, he resolutely turned and boarded the cargo ship!

"To hell with it! I'll hide for a few decades! No one will find !"

anwhile, on another cargo ship a kiloter away, Loren, who appeared to be ditating with closed eyes in the ship's cargo hold, revealed a subtle smile at this mont.

Very sharp, Doctor. I have a feeling this won't be the last ti we et...

Loren, who had been monitoring the other with his ntal power, quietly withdrew the ntal energy he had secretly extended.

What a pity. It seems he won't do anything unnecessary...

Sitting alone in the cargo hold, Loren, after withdrawing his ntal power, began deep ditation.

Unlike the last ti he took a smuggler ship, this ti, Loren was the only stowaway in the cargo hold.

Undisturbed, he peacefully began his ditation.

After all, most sane people wouldn't stow away from the Radiant Flow Star Domain to the Central Star Domain.

Unless they had ulterior motives for going to the Central Star Domain...

The Central Star Domain was the core of the entire Federation, in every sense of the word.

It was also the place where the Federation's power was strongest.

It housed the headquarters of various Federation departnts, such as the Security Bureau, the Energy Departnt, the military...

And most importantly, within the Central Star Domain was the Federation's highest authority—the Federation Council.

Over the years, Loren's understanding of the Federation Council was that it housed the Federation's most powerful Superhumans...

In fact, whether the term "Superhuman" could even describe those Federation Councilors was questionable...

If the Empire's ruler was called the "God of Gods," then as a power that had rivaled the Empire for so many years...

The "Federation Councilors," being the strongest group within the Federation, what was their Tier?

Loren had a rough guess about the answer to this question: "They are a bunch who can rival the Gods..."

"The forr, nominal leader of the Nature Sect," and "the Chief who founded the Interstellar Hunter Association."

These were the two Federation Councilors Loren knew of, and they were at least Demigod Tier, likely even higher...

Federal Calendar 7708, November 7th, evening.

Central Star Domain, central city of Habitable Planet 78, a large logistics distribution center.

A rather ordinary cargo ship landed here.

The large cargo ship designated "Cargo Ship FA-23" opened its hatch.

After the hatch opened, a tall chanic slowly walked out...

Soon, a hover shuttle bus stopped in front of this chanic.

The tall chanic stepped aboard...

The hover shuttle bus's engine started, and it drove out of the large logistics distribution center.

In the gradually darkening night, the hover shuttle bus drove into a spacious underground parking garage.