I Just Wanted to Be a Galactic Hunter—Why Am I on the Wanted List? Chapter 395: Obstruction and Choice!!

The local powerhouses of Canbera City had made an extrely uncanny exit.

It was sowhat baffling.

Everyone present had witnessed the interaction between Jessistan and the Beastkin City Lord.

Among those still on the scene, only Loren, who knew so of Miss Silver Dragon's background, had vague, fuzzy guesses.

Had she scared them off?

Miss Jessistan, your past seems quite eventful...

Faced with such an uncanny turn of events on the scene, Davi Cafer quietly swept his sidelong gaze toward that beautiful figure.

"Dragon, your origins seem rather extraordinary, don't they?"

A probing question ca from Davi Cafer's lips.

As a high-ranking Security Bureau official, he was very interested in learning about unknown powerhouses within Federation territory.

Faced with his probing, Jessistan had no interest in revealing her origins.

She simply mimicked Loren's mannerism, smiling as she snapped her fingers.

The next mont!

A brand-new "Federation Citizen Passport" appeared in Jessistan's hand.

Then, she shook the little blue booklet at Davi Cafer, her lips parting slightly:

"Federation legal citizen. Does my origin seem grand enough?"

Seeing this uncanny scene, Davi Cafer fell silent.

His expression was indescribably strange.

You, a dragon of unknown origin, actually went and applied for this thing?!

And succeeded at that?!

First, tell who issued it to you! I swear, when I get back, I'm throwing them into an interrogation room!!

Damn it!

Those goddamn leeches at the Immigration Bureau!!

What kind of person's money are they bold enough to take? And what kind of thing are they bold enough to process once they've taken money, right?!

After a bout of impotent roaring in his heart, Davi Cafer darkened his face and stopped looking at Miss Silver Dragon.

He knew he wouldn't get any valuable information out of her.

In response to his deliberate probing, she had chosen an extrely mocking way to deal with it...

This was both a clear refusal and a subtle reassurance.

While mocking him, Miss Silver Dragon was also reminding Davi Cafer that her earlier guarantee still held.

She was a "Federation legal citizen" and wouldn't obstruct him, who had co alone to arrest Loren...

After sorting out the situation on the scene, Davi Cafer once again looked at his mission target for tonight—Loren, who had been spacing out ever since his arrival.

"Las Loren, you seem especially quiet tonight."

"I've been stalling this long, waiting for backup from the Bureau."

"And you, what are you waiting for?"

At this mont, faced with his provocation, Loren still remained silent, as if trapped in so extrely strange state.

A sowhat gleeful voice sounded from beside Loren.

"I'll tell you what he's waiting for, Agent Cafer."

The one who had just spoken was Cook P. Jones, standing right in front of Loren.

It was worth noting that ever since Davi Cafer's arrival, most of his body had been "conveniently" blocking Loren's front.

And now, the expression on his face was extrely punchable.

"A turning point."

Cook P. Jones's tone was filled with a certain extrely malicious sarcasm.

An indescribable sense of mockery, cranked to the max.

Hearing this!

Davi Cafer's face darkened!

The very next instant!

He recklessly charged toward Loren's direction!

"Damn it, absolutely cannot let him advance at this mont!!"

"A Legendary-tier Rule-Based Psychic! That's a moving natural disaster!!"

He had seen the shimring glow beginning to emanate from behind Cook P. Jones!!

The mont he saw that Advancent Glow light up, Davi Cafer decisively resolved to stop waiting for Bureau backup!!

He would do whatever it took to kill Loren here!!

The reason this operation plan to arrest Loren had been approved was precisely because it was based on the premise that Loren had not yet reached Legendary tier!

Whether in recorded human history or in Security Bureau intelligence, one terrifying fact was clear:

"A Legendary-tier Rule-Based Psychic is absolutely not sothing an ordinary Demigod can handle!"

"So particularly powerful Rule-Based Psychics can even face certain weaker Gods head-on!"

In fact, the New-school Faction within the Security Bureau also knew that opportunities like this to directly arrest and kill Loren were running out.

Perhaps this was the last suitable chance!

It wasn't just the Nature Sect and the Interstellar Hunter Association, those two behemoths, that had been blocking them all along.

Even their Bureau Director's attitude toward "arresting Loren" was extrely ambiguous!

Not to ntion the idealists within the Security Bureau who believed "Loren is one of us"!

After reviewing Loren's intelligence, the Old-school Faction within the Security Bureau had almost unanimously agreed that he was a person worth winning over!

In fact, so terrifying voices had even erged within the Old-school Faction suggesting that "Loren would beco a Federation Councilor"!

If not for Loren publicly declaring his intention to take revenge on the Federation during yesterday's live interview,

the New-school Faction of the Security Bureau would probably still be squabbling with the legal departnts of the "Nature Sect and Interstellar Hunter Association"!

And right after Loren made those terrifying remarks during the live interview, the resistance from the Interstellar Hunter Association and the Nature Sect quietly disappeared...

The Old-school Faction within the Security Bureau also quietly slowed down the frequency of their "backstabbing" of the New-school Faction.

This finally gave the recently troubled New-school Faction a mont to breathe!

Moreover, the funding that the Energy Departnt had allocated to the New-school Faction of the Security Bureau yesterday was no longer deliberately restricted.

Even the military departnt's covert "knife-passing" behavior had quietly stopped since yesterday.

Everyone had maintained a strange, tacit understanding.

It was as if Loren, in a fit of willfulness, had touched so unspeakable bottom line.

And Davi Cafer, as the executor of this operation plan, understood better than anyone how hard-won tonight's opportunity was.

An opportunity like this—where most of the Federation's top factions were quietly waiting for the New-school Faction of the Security Bureau to take revenge—was like a non-replicable "miracle"!

This was a silent, collective murder.

So chose to watch from the sidelines, others chose to strike...

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Federal Calendar 7708, December 30th, late at night.

Outside the Central Star Domain.

A dazzling, mysterious streak of light was flying toward the Beastkin Star Domain at an indescribably terrifying speed...

Along the path this mysterious streak of light traced, it was like a void!

All objects floating in space, upon touching the streak of light, vanished in an extrely uncanny manner, as if ruthlessly erased by so unknown force!

And at the center of this mysterious streak of light was a curly-haired man whose face was indistinct.

The man had his eyes tightly shut, his aura sacred and profound!

Even while traversing long distances between star domains, this curly-haired man could not be made to open his eyes.

As if nothing in the starry sky was worthy of making him open his eyes for even a glance.

After an unknown amount of ti had passed.

Perhaps seconds, perhaps minutes, perhaps hours...

Ti seed to lose all aning near this mysterious streak of light.

All that was known was that when this mysterious streak of light passed by a desolate planet,

it suddenly stopped.

A massive, verdant green tree projection blocked the path ahead of him.

Above the projection of the verdant green tree, a colorful butterfly projection fluttered...

The curly-haired man in the streak of light quietly opened his eyes.

He looked at the verdant green tree projection blocking his way ahead and calmly transmitted a thought:

"Why have you co?"

"Shh, a seed of nature is sprouting." A thought also ca from the verdant green tree projection ahead.

"Your Majesty Akahiti Flora, is he the Chosen One you have selected?"

"No, it is he who has chosen ..." A pleasant, ethereal female voice rang out.

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