Light Shuttle·No. 1 Hangar.
Su Ming operated the V Generation Biological cha, Ilyas, charging through the entry passage at incredible speed.
Inside the cockpit.
Beneath the symbiotic armor, Su Ming’s skin was covered with black, twisted bloodstains, his face showing an expression of extre pain.
Yet he gritted his teeth and held on, controlling the V Generation Biological cha, Ilyas, to stop, reaching his hand to the ground, retracting the black tumor-like tentacles.
At this mont, Prince Murtle the Third, clad in symbiotic armor, lay unconscious on the ground.
After completing these actions, Su Ming forcibly cut off the ntal connection, and his vision spun wildly. Suddenly, he heard the anxious shouts of Celeste in his ear.
"Su Ming..."
Su Ming felt utterly exhausted, his eyelids could not help but close, the world darkened instantly, and he fell into a deep coma.
At this mont, Irelia and a few others, along with Dr. Blakes, hurried over.
When they saw that Su Ming had successfully disconnected the neural link and the Biological cha had shut down, their tense expressions relaxed slightly.
At this ti, Su Yuan and others also flew in through the entry port, controlling their chas.
Irelia imdiately shouted to Su Yuan and the others.
"Quick, get Su Ming out!"
Upon hearing Irelia’s words, Su Yuan and the others were shocked.
They imdiately piloted their chas towards the V Generation Biological cha, Ilyas.
At this mont, they clearly saw the entire appearance of the cha, each heart shook, and they took a deep breath.
The V Generation cha before their eyes gave people a very terrifying feeling, like a monster that could wake up at any mont.
However, Su Yuan and the others suppressed the strangeness in their hearts, quickly reached out, opened the cockpit of the V Generation Biological cha, Ilyas, and carefully rescued the unconscious Su Ming, gently placing him on the ground.
At this ti, two doctors hurried forward with portable dical equipnt to remove the symbiotic armor covering Su Ming for examination.
As soon as the instrunts in their hands touched Su Ming’s body, a red alert sound popped up, and the pollution value imdiately turned red.
"Lord Blakes, Sir Su Ming’s body has been severely polluted."
The two doctors reported fearfully.
"Hurry, take him to the dical room!"
Blakes imdiately instructed the doctors.
"Yes!"
The doctors quickly responded.
Su Yuan and the others hurriedly stepped forward to help and sent Su Ming to the dical room.
.....
Five days later.
Inside the slender tal corridor of the Light Shuttle.
Su Yuan was leading Omid and Shadler forward, followed by a group of subordinates.
Shadler excitedly said to Su Yuan.
"Su Yuan, your brother is truly incredible; he intimidated the entire scene by himself, leaving those guys speechless and fleeing with their tails between their legs."
"Of course, consider whose brother he is."
"You are sothing else, not introducing him to sooner."
"Ahem, the timing wasn’t right before."
Su Yuan replied awkwardly.
In fact, he knew Su Ming was strong, but who could have guessed he was so monstrously powerful.
At this mont, Omid saw the two talking so enthusiastically and also chid in.
"Mr. Su Ming is indeed formidable; if not for him, we would be dood."
"Indeed."
Shadler also followed with a cheerful expression.
They then arrived at a solitary confinent room door.
Alist and Martha guarded the door, giving Su Yuan and the others a cold glance.
Su Yuan coughed and said.
"Could I trouble you to open the door?"
Alist said nothing more, took out a key, and directly unlocked the tal door.
"Lord Omid, the person is inside; I won’t go in."
Su Yuan respectfully said to Omid.
"Alright, wait for at the door."
Omid then walked into the confinent room alone.
Inside, Prince Murtle the Third, stripped of his symbiotic armor, bound with special chanical handcuffs and shackles, sat on the ground furthest inside, with his head leaned against the tal wall.
Upon hearing movent, he slowly lifted his head to look at Omid approaching, his expression very calm.
"Third Brother."
Omid spoke with a deep voice.
"Seventh Brother, have you co to laugh at ?"
"I’m not here to laugh at you; the reason you’ve ended up like this today is entirely your own doing."
"Spare , the victor is crowned king, the loser is vilified. I’ve got nothing to say. I only regret miscalculating and not eliminating you first back then!"
"I never intended to contest with you at first, but you went too far, even sparing no thought for Eighth Brother."
"Hmph, to accomplish great things, one must be ruthless and unscrupulous in tactics. You are unfit to rule the Shabask Kingdom!"
"And you’re fit? True, you’ve got strategy and ans, and your heart is ruthless enough! But you lack a heart of kindness and love. In your hands, the Shabask Kingdom will have no future!"
"Haha, I’d like to see what future the Shabask Kingdom will have under your rule!"
Prince Murtle the Third laughed heartily.
"Then wait and see!"
Omid replied with a deep voice.
After laughing, Murtle took a deep breath, lifted his head, and looked at Omid saying.
"Third Brother, you don’t need to pretend to spout a bunch of morals here with . I know what you want to do, you want to create an ’accident’ to kill , right? No need for such trouble, do as you wish!"
"I won’t kill you; I will personally take you to Father, publicly expose your accumulated cris, and let you receive due punishnt!"
"Haha, you’ll regret not killing !"
"I won’t stain my hands with a brother’s blood. Moreover, you’ll die under the judgnt of your cris!"
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