Youshi Jun squinted his eyes, looking at the beret who seed to have no regard for his surroundings, his index finger pointing toward the peaceful celebrations in the hall behind him.
"This is Blue Capital Star, and right now, the political elites of the planet are gathered inside. Even if your ranks are high, without authorization, it still constitutes an unofficial military action."
The crowd's gaze locked onto these few n, where the very presence of Youshi Jun provided the nobles and soldiers a pillar to lean on.
The beret man clicked his mouth, a cigar wedged between his lips, and pulled out a Sky Communication device from his pocket, tapping it a few tis.
"Hey, lady, is this Commander Adrian's Sky Communication number correct?"
The middle-aged man smoking a cigar turned his head and pointed to the number in his hand.
"It's correct. Call like that again, and I'll lace your tobacco with Poison Fly Mushroom powder."
The strong hallucinogenic properties of Poison Fly Mushroom imdiately shut the beret man up, as the mature and beautiful female officer seed to seriously unsettle him.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the middle-aged man dialed the number and directly tossed the device to Youshi Jun.
"Kid, the Youshi Family shouldn't reach too far. This is Commander Adrian's Sky Communication. So, no matter what this kid did today, he will leave here unhard." The beret-clad man smiled charmingly.
After finishing his statent, he spotted a curious young noble lady in the distance, showing a bright smile and whistling at her.
Mu Fan watched this group with a smile, while Ruan Xiongfei's words still echoed in his ears.
These people, in both their speech and deanor, didn't seem to take this seemingly serious issue seriously at all.
Youshi Jun extended his palm, and the Sky Communication device that flew towards him landed steadily in his hand. Upon seeing the three-dinsional hologram appear on the device, his expression finally turned grave. Thank you for reading. This was brought to you by M|V|L*EMPYR.
Because the silhouette on the screen was soone he was all too familiar with.
Commander-in-Chief of Blue Capital Star's Military Departnt—Adrian.
Even tonight's large-scale banquet at Villa No.1 hadn't managed to invite Commander Adrian.
Yet the sowhat unreliable-looking beret man casually dialed the Commander's private Sky Communication.
"Do not interfere with their actions, try to cooperate as much as possible, and if that's not possible, just keep silent," the stern Commander said, before hanging up the Sky Communication device.
Youshi Wang had an unusual gleam in her eyes. Her almost omnipotent brother had, for the first ti in public... hit a wall?
She had underestimated this junior.
"This… officer," Youshi Jun began, but realized the other party had not revealed any hint of their identity, not even a na or a unit number—all he could say was the generic term "officer."
"You may call Major General," the beret man squinted his eyes, showing a mature smile, which earned him astonished looks from the surrounding crowd.
Federation Major General!
Just this title, along with the mysterious status of this five-mber team, was enough to incite wild speculation.
"I will clear this place for you, Major General. You are free to move as you like," Youshi Jun finally said calmly, uttering a phrase that shook the hearts of many.
Youshi Jun had… bowed his head here.
The opponents were of such high status that even his intervention could not resolve the situation. Then what about the instigator of all this?
The surrounding celebrities looked at the calm-faced young man as if they were seeing a monster.
The "commoner" label on him was rapidly fading.
"Mu Fan, I'll rember this," Youshi Jun said as he turned to leave, his gaze lingering on Mu Fan's face for more than fifteen seconds.
"My honor."
Mu Fan nodded slightly and then looked at Donald Natello who was leaving begrudgingly, "Master Natello, if there's nothing else, I will be going now."
The departing figure paused and gave Mu Fan another deep look before finally leaving with Youshi Jun.
The Dark Lion Army, initially out to deal with Mu Fan, now turned to function as peacekeepers.
The surrounding guests were orderly evacuated, and Rupert and Sai, embedded into the wall, were removed by the dical team.
Even Wang Nuonuo and the bearded Jika were asked to evacuate the scene.
Dressed in an elegant evening gown, Nuonuo was shocked by the extraordinary scene created by Mu Fan.
"When did the master beco so powerful? But no matter how formidable he is, he's still Mu Fan, hee hee." In her mind, Nuonuo's invincible logic automatically ignored all the incongruities.
In any case, seeing Mu Fan so formidable filled her with indescribable joy.
After everything was arranged, the group of soldiers along with the guards at the No. 1 Villa directly evacuated the venue, vaguely forming a periter under the platform.
"Kid, you seem to be quite popular with the ladies," the man in the beret winked at Mu Fan, his expression aningful.
He then spoke, "Let introduce myself, I am Falcon, the captain of the Federation S Squad. Our task as a gun is now complete, and since you've chosen to undertake the assessnt, be ntally prepared, this assessnt can be lethal."
"I am prepared," Mu Fan replied calmly, now ready to discuss formal matters.
"Nice attitude, I appreciate you, worthy of being a disciple Ruan Xiongfei selected. First, co and et a few mbers of the Flying Dragon, you are one of the few on this planet who know our identity."
Falcon gestured for his four subordinates to co forward one by one, pointing to the burly one, "Tank, close combat expert, one of the Flying Dragon's chanical Masters. As for the model of the vehicle, you will naturally know after passing the assessnt."
The man with a square face greeted Mu Fan warmly.
Then, when Falcon, wearing a beret, pointed to the mature and glamourous female officer.
"Mu Fan, right? You can call Dragon Aunt." The buxom, mature officer looked at Mu Fan with a warm smile.
As a result of seeing this woman's expression, everyone, including Tank, looked as if they had just seen a ghost.
"This woman is one of our S Squadron's brains, a cross-disciplinary expert aboard the Flying Dragon—natural sciences, energy, biology, cosmology, you na it. Oh yes, her code na: T-Rex."
Mu Fan listened to the title, dumbfounded, unable to connect it with the affable woman before him.
"Falcon, you're on your own for food these next three days. If you dare to sneak anything on this ship, I swear I'll send you to the d bay!" In a turn of the head, the woman who was tender and gentle a second ago transford into a roaring Female Tyrannosaurus.
The man in the beret retreated three ters, looking at Mu Fan warily, "But don't worry, kid. Ever since we heard you were the Bald's disciple, the Female Tyrannosaurus has been like a changed person. She won't harm you, rest easy!"
"Falcon, shut your beak."
"Wing, Flying Dragon's co-pilot, chanical expert, weapons expert, if your weapons are damaged, you can find for repairs." A seemingly ordinary man with a small mustache, who had been standing on the outskirts, spoke.
Had he not co over voluntarily, his presence could have easily been overlooked.
"I'm Light Wave, an electronics expert in charge of information warfare and combat data analysis. I'm also responsible for the surveillance room on the Flying Dragon. Senior Ruan hadn't even graduated when I did," said a young man holding a rotating projection screen, looking up with a smile.
Mu Fan's personality was very much to his liking.
"There are a few more people on the warship, you'll et them once you co aboard. Alright, follow us."
The beret-clad man ca over and casually clapped Mu Fan on the shoulder.
The gun had been fired, introductions made, it was ti to cut to the chase.
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PS: From here on, so squad forces with special ships as their mother ships will begin to appear in this book; I will try my best to flesh out their characteristics.
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