I Just Wanted to Be a Galactic Hunter—Why Am I on the Wanted List? Chapter 268: So fast?!

After briefly answering the white-bearded old man, Loren stood quietly in the center of the stage, calmly watching the chest of Councilor Huck, which he had just thrown into the audience.

It was being violently snatched by multiple Martial Artists.

Under Loren's serene gaze, it was soon torn into several pieces during the violent struggle.

Many Martial Artists, through their own efforts, managed to secure a share of fresh ribs for collection, for commoration, or to sell at a high price.

The ribs of a councilor were quite valuable in the eyes of so discerning collectors on the black market.

Especially the ribs of a councilor who had provoked public outrage among the Federation's citizens...

Countless viewers watching the Silver Radiance Festival live broadcast on their screens only wished they were present at the scene.

Seeing the scramble in the audience finally co to an end, Loren looked up at the sky and softly asked in his heart:

"Ms. Carnina, I wonder if you are satisfied with the way I completed the commission?"

"This is already the best I could do..."

"If you are satisfied, rember to give a good review up there in heaven."

"I hope your soul will not fall into the Abyss because of this..."

The Raven deep within his mind, upon hearing Loren's thoughts, silently covered its small eyes with its wings once again.

"Master, while I admire your professional attitude, you might want to consider the Security Bureau's fervent affection for you next."

"Our risk of being blockaded by the Security Bureau has just reached an unprecedented new high..."

Hearing the Raven's reminder, Loren unconsciously raised his hand to stroke his chin and fell silent for a long ti.

Clearly, the Raven's warning made Loren realize sothing—he had caused quite a stir this ti...

"Don't worry, Raven. Have faith in the power of 'Fortune'."

"We'll just keep a low profile for a while..."

In the end, Loren chose to trust his Psychic Ability.

The "Fortune" that was always attached to him gave Loren a great sense of security...

"I hope so, you idiot master," the Raven said gloomily.

In the ti since I gained Wisdom, the longest you've ever managed to keep a low profile lasted less than half a month...

Believing you? I might as well go believe in the devils of the Abyss...

Loren wisely didn't say anything more, pretending not to understand the aning behind the Raven's words. He himself felt a bit guilty.

I'm still short by nearly two million Spirit Stones. There should be so more low-profile commissions, right?

Hmm... there should be. Have faith in my Psychic Ability...

Thinking this, Loren finally showed a relaxed smile on his face.

Also, I won't accept such high-profile commissions next ti, no matter how many Spirit Stones they offer...

Just then.

A spatial rift appeared in the air above the stage, interrupting Loren's thoughts.

The Spatial Type powerhouse from the Empire's Military walked out from this dangerous spatial rift.

His clothes still bore traces of battle, with so charred spots visible.

This Spatial Type powerhouse from the Empire's Military, upon arriving on the stage, glared fiercely at Loren without saying a word, the atmosphere heavy.

"What's wrong?" Loren asked, completely unaware.

"You didn't say you were going to brutally murder a mber of the House of Representatives!!" The Spatial Type powerhouse from the Empire's Military spoke with a sowhat hostile tone.

"Is there a difference?" Loren asked again with a smile.

"Of course there is!!" The other party's voice carried anger.

"A thug assassinates a Federation House of Representatives mber!"

"The Empire's Military assassinates a Federation House of Representatives mber!"

"The Empire's Military and a thug join forces!! To brutally murder a Federation House of Representatives mber!"

"Do you really think these three things are of the sa nature?!"

By the end, this Legendary Spatial Type powerhouse was getting increasingly agitated, spittle flying, almost on the verge of cursing.

Although the great Empire was not afraid of taking the bla, this particular black mark was simply too big...

After listening to the other party's words, Loren smiled sowhat sheepishly.

Then, Loren seed to rember sothing!

He raised his hand and pointed towards the countless audience mbers below the stage, signaling the other to look at the audience seats.

The spectators in the stadium were looking at the three people on stage with confusion.

They didn't understand what was happening on stage now.

Why did the voices suddenly stop?!

What 'What's wrong?' and 'Is there a difference?'—what did all that even an...

Why can we only hear one big shot's voice??

What on earth are the three big shots on stage talking about??

Due to the understanding of the portly man in the gray-green vest backstage, although the various audio equipnt on stage had been operating throughout, it had only recorded Loren's voice.

Therefore, the voice of the Empire's Military Spatial Type powerhouse could only be heard by Loren and the white-bearded old man on stage...

At this mont.

On stage, Loren's seductively hoarse voice sounded at the opportune mont:

"In this incident, the Empire's Military stands on the side of justice."

"The Empire's Military tore off the Federation's last fig leaf!"

"You should receive comndation from your superiors."

"The Federation citizens who have been kept in the dark should thank the Empire's Military!"

Loren's words continuously echoed throughout the entire stadium.

The live broadcast equipnt near the stage also completely transmitted Loren's voice!

As Loren's words fell, cheers erupted from countless audience mbers throughout the stadium!

"Empire's Military!!"

"Empire's Military!!!"

Countless voices, gradually unifying, grew louder and louder!

Until they completely resounded through the sky above Silver Radiance Main City!!

The audience's anger and disappointnt towards Federation politicians all transford into cathartic shouts!

Unified, resonant, fierce, and spirited!

"Listen, sir. What are they shouting?"

Loren looked at the Empire's Military powerhouse and asked with a smile.

The Empire's Military Spatial Type powerhouse, upon hearing the massive, enthusiastic shouts from the live audience, rapidly processed thoughts in his mind!

The frown on his forehead gradually relaxed from its initial tightness, and then, the corners of his mouth even slowly revealed a smile.

The smile grew larger and larger until it spread across half his face!!

He turned to look at Loren and gave him a firm nod!

"The great Empire fears nothing!"

"Right! This matter was our doing!!"

"You are a friend of our Empire!"

Loren spread his hands and tilted his head slightly.

You said that yourself. I didn't say anything...

Just as the cheers at the scene reached their peak, an anomaly suddenly occurred.

On the stage, a strange gray mist rose.

A golden-threaded black robe bearing a stellar imprint manifested within the gray mist.

Chadi Lac Fwens, wearing a wide black hood, calmly stepped out from the gray mist.

Seeing this, the expressions of the three on stage imdiately turned serious.

After a long silence.

The white-bearded old man from the Arcane Research Society couldn't help but speak up first:

"You... you dealt with that Demigod from the Security Bureau that quickly??"