AQ3399’s gaze focused on Ma Ran.
Although his hair color had sowhat changed, with only the roots still being white, this guy was absolutely unmistakable!
All his pride, his dignity, had been crushed by this damned Earth native boy!
During this ti, supporting AQ3399, aside from the ntal Network, was only a strong desire for revenge.
"Damn it! That selfish group, they had set a price, said they would co for rescue, but as soon as they heard the location was Grass Hut Academy, they imdiately chickened out."
In his heart, AQ3399 cursed fiercely, "Not a single bit of courage, yet still wanting to earn a na, it’s a complete joke!"
After cursing, he felt sowhat helpless.
For so reason, that guy who fled with his tail between his legs like a dog didn’t seem to have leaked AQ3399’s capture.
Because of this, when seeking rescue, AQ3399 was very careful with his thods, not boldly posting on the black market sections to summon experts but conducting one-on-one trades within previous networking circles.
When naming their prices, those guys pounded their chests, calling him "brother," as if it was a guaranteed success.
But as soon as they heard the landing site was in China, with the rescue target being at Grass Hut Academy, they imdiately claid the task exceeded their personal abilities and sheepishly ended the contact.
In fact, thinking carefully, it made sense; at Grass Hut Academy, there’s Prophet Ma Ran, the strength of Martial God Su Qiangwei, and one has to consider Sword Master Lin Qiubai’s true disciple Wan Haihao and the possibly assisting Demon Child Zhang Kuang...
This is virtually an unbreakable iron fortress!
No doubt, the would-be rescuers were preparing their plan, and Ma Ran would have already discovered their existence through his Foreknowledge ability.
For such a challenging task, even AQ3399 wouldn’t want to take it.
Just a few days ago, death wouldn’t have mattered.
After all, the Eternal Civilization had mastered infinite resurrection technology; as long as the soul remained intact, there would be no issue.
But the problem is...
The situation has now undergone a drastic change!
Many Longevity People who landed near the Grass Hut Academy domain, after being killed, completely vanished without a trace.
Even those who were extrely active on the ntal Network, feeling uncomfortable if they didn’t post a hundred or two posts a day, once taken down near Grass Hut Academy, were never heard from again...
It’s unclear what those big shots are thinking, as they haven’t provided any counterasures despite this situation.
Even these deadly pieces of information have been deliberately suppressed by the Mysterious Research Institute’s top scholars.
While ordinary newbies and information-blocked experint participants might not be aware, the bounty hunters of Group Six are quite well-inford. They might be constrained by gag orders from above, not daring to speak carelessly, but they do know which tasks to take and which to avoid!
Having missed the best opportunity, AQ3399 now can’t offer enough to even contact those money-driven lunatics.
His Light Saber and Swordsmanship Card simply aren’t enough to hire soone of that level.
In his despair, AQ3399 once angrily posted a long ssage on the ntal Network, revealing his entire experience and current predicant, hoping to draw attention from the Mysterious Research Institute, even to manipulate public opinion to force the big shots to get involved and save him.
The pathetic thing is, just after preparing the post but before pressing the send button, AQ3399 found his ntal Network account completely locked, banned for three hundred years...
If it weren’t for still being able to browse the various news on the ntal Network, watching as other experinters bickered amongst themselves, AQ3399 might have already faced a ntal breakdown, utterly dead.
The root of his downfall to this state—all because of Ma Ran!
Upon thinking of this, AQ3399 stared with hateful eyes at the black-and-white-haired low-level civilization native boy, fantasizing about how to torture him after escaping, to vent his heart’s fury.
Suddenly, a big hand pressed down on his helt.
Overwhelming, unbearable force compelled AQ3399 to shift his gaze away from Ma Ran, landing on a red-haired, blood-eyed young man.
Cangming Starman, Demon Child, Zhang Kuang!
Upon seeing this person, AQ3399 felt an inexplicable sense of terror envelop him.
Given the intelligence and information gathered from the ntal Network over ti, analyzing and deducing, those Longevity People who perished on Earth were most likely done in by this guy...
AQ3399 previously simply looked down on Earth as a "low-level civilization," unwilling to give it much thought.
Now, regardless of the reasoning process, purely looking at the results, AQ3399 indeed reached the right conclusion through analysis and thought.
Nervously, AQ3399 watched this red-haired, blood-eyed man.
"I’ve co to interrogate you."
Fluently speaking Mandarin, despite also being an alien, from what civilization level has Cangming Star reached...
Is it just at the barely capable level of making language cards, or, like Earth, due to so advanced civilization’s arrangent, they’ve acquired a superpower similar to Language Proficiency?
AQ3399 was contemplating how to extract so useful intelligence from the other party when he suddenly felt a pain on his face.
Slap!
This is...
Being slapped?
Very strange!
Even through his helt, AQ3399 felt his face swell, even gradually losing sensation.
The slapped part seed to have completely lost vitality, unable to properly express the appropriate emotions.
AQ3399 knew his current expression must be bizarre, supposed to be one of anger, yet showing a hint of eerie and distorted—if seen, it would surely make others burst out laughing?
No matter how, this is an unbearable humiliation!
AQ3399 would rather die now than endure this kind of treatnt!
Unfortunately, he is now a captive, having lost all ability to resist.
He can’t even trigger the self-destruct chanism of his protective clothing.
Even though just a slight finger movent could instantly lead to suicide...
"Damned."
AQ3399 felt the scholar responsible for designing this protective clothing must be an idiot!
Clearly, there are more advanced thought input devices; when posting on the ntal Network, he didn’t even need to move a finger. Why, at the critical juncture, does it still require manual operation?!
Now, AQ3399 doesn’t think the protective clothing designer should be expelled from the Mysterious Research Institute.
He sensed the presence of conspiracy.
He suspected an undercover from another civilization exists within the Mysterious Research Institute!
Slap!
Another slap.
AQ3399 felt the other side of his face completely lose sensation.
Zhang Kuang withdrew his slapped palm, grinning as he looked at AQ3399, "Do you feel it?"
"Like the Prophet, I have the power to completely shatter your soul."
"Once your soul is shattered, you will truly die."
Upon hearing these words, AQ3399 felt like even the life support circulation system within the protective clothing was about to fail.
Even though he had already suspected it, hearing Demon Child admit it directly, AQ3399 still felt the surge of despair engulfing him.
"Unlike the Prophet, in my eyes, you are not special."
"Even if you accidentally die, there are others who can take your place."
AQ3399 opened his mouth, thoughts flashing like lightning in his mind.
He was about to say sothing when he noticed Demon Child twisting his neck, producing cracking sounds, the blood-red eyes flickering with a cold light.
"Don’t try to lie."
Demon Child parted his lips in a smile, his grin filled with a bloody aura: "Doing so will make your death very unpleasant."
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