When the Customs Enforcent Team mbers turned pale with fear, Qu Jianlei's face was expressionless, but his heart was full of helplessness.
Not only was the smuggling blocked, there was even a Supre among the passengers, which really made things lively.
The Customs Enforcent B-level's expression changed several tis, and he finally sighed, "Which Supre master is so fond of joking?"
As he spoke, he put his gun away and nodded at the B-level man opposite him.
"I apologize, I really didn't expect your background to be so significant."
The man shook his head and murmured softly, "I did say it, sigh..."
The Customs Enforcent B-level didn't respond further, thought for a mont, and then instructed the four team mbers with him.
"You guys stay here first, I'll go up and take a look."
He went up for about ten minutes. The B-level man couldn't hold back and looked at the Customs Enforcent team mber, "We also need to go up and take a look."
His grandfather was up there, and even if it was a Supre, he needed to show so concern.
Several Customs Enforcent team mbers exchanged glances, and one C-level answered solemnly, "Sorry, one of you going up is enough."
They certainly didn't dare to obstruct the kin of a Supre, but if both of them went up, their side would lose its ans of control.
The woman at C-level glared, "Why can't I...?"
"Alright," the man glanced at her, stopping her from speaking further, "wait here for my news."
Then he casually glanced at Qu Jianlei before turning to head towards the stairs.
The woman frowned, thought for a mont, and moved a couple of steps towards Qu Jianlei but didn't get too close.
It was clear she understood the man's intention; if sothing unexpected happened, this was the relatively more reliable option.
It wasn't that Qu Jianlei looked harmless, but this person had nothing to do with the Customs Enforcent team and seed confident.
If he really was involved, he should have left earlier instead of hiding quietly.
As she approached, Qu Jianlei unexpectedly found the woman wasn't very old, looking just over twenty.
At her age, reaching C-level wasn't easy, and her foundation was quite solid.
No wonder she could be looked after by a Supre, truly a promising talent.
About five minutes after the man went up, he ca back down to the woman's side without speaking.
A couple of minutes later, the Customs Enforcent B-level also returned.
He signaled to the four team mbers and spoke expressionlessly, "Let's go!"
A snakehead got anxious, "Sir, what about us?"
The Customs Enforcent B-level gave him a cold glance, then slowly shook his head, "Stay here!"
Another snakehead also got anxious, "Sir, we've already paid, you can't just leave it at that, right?"
"I told you to stay!" The Customs Enforcent B-level snorted coldly, answering impatiently.
Then he glanced at Qu Jianlei before leading his team away.
That glance had a complicated taste, with suspicion, fear, warning, and a trace of... resentnt?
As the Customs Enforcent team left, the starship began to slowly accelerate.
The cargo hold returned to peace, and the bright lights were not turned off. Clearly, the starship already knew there were people in the cargo hold.
Qu Jianlei leaned against a cargo box, eyes half-open, casually watching the B-level who had reported him.
That B-level only felt his scalp tingling, feeling very uncomfortable, but didn't dare to act out.
He knew very well he had provoked a formidable enemy he shouldn't have, and from two different parties at that.
At this mont, he felt boundless regret: Why was my mouth so quick?
Even others stayed away from him. Besides wanting to clear themselves, no one liked soone who tattles.
The grandson of the Supre, however, wasn't interested in paying him any attention. After a mont of silence, he looked at Qu Jianlei, "Go up together?"
The smuggling had been discovered, and there was no point in hiding anymore.
Why invite ? Qu Jianlei felt a bit helpless inside.
He just wanted to keep a low profile and didn't want to go near the Supre, wasn't that just asking to be watched?
But refusing now would still make him seem odd, and he was also curious about what happened up there earlier.
He did have Perception, but leaving aside the monitoring equipnt inside the starship... playing with Perception in front of a Supre?
So he nodded slightly, following the other person silently.
As they ascended the stairs to the passenger cabin, the man said, "Didn't I tell you? I do have connections."
The other guy didn't seem to like talking much, and Qu Jianlei wasn't interested in saying more, "Indeed, but there are also many dangers around masters."
The C-level woman heard this, turned her head to glance at him, eyes showing so displeasure, "You're... "
But she didn't continue, and the man snorted softly, without saying more.
The Supre had booked a single room, about thirteen or fourteen square ters.
In interstellar travel, except for those special rooms, this was the highest standard.
The Supre looked like a middle-aged man, dressed elegantly, at first glance, giving off a bit of a business elite vibe.
There are seats in the room, but he does not stand up, rely nods to indicate for the three of them to sit down.
Then he sizes up Qu Jianlei from top to bottom, nodding slightly, "So young... Do you really feel like you're just B-level?"
Qu Jianlei droops his eyelids and softly replies, "Sir, you can just consider as B-level."
"Hmm?" A trace of displeasure flashes in the Supre's eyes. He feels he's lowering his own status, and yet you seem so clueless?
But in the next mont, he smiles, "It's good to know how to conceal your talents. Young friend, you seem to have quite the pedigree, don't you?"
A young A-level with Wind Attribute usually can only be nurtured by significant forces.
Why do you keep staring at like that? Qu Jianlei feels more and more helpless inside, answering wearily.
"Sir, I've fallen to the point of smuggling. Just take for soone with no roots."
The Supre is montarily stunned, then speaks thoughtfully, "Seems you have indeed been through so things, and even the Supre cannot be trusted?"
Qu Jianlei ponders for a mont, lowering his eyelids as he softly replies, "My power is too weak to dare approach great opportunities."
"Hmph," the Supre scoffs. He has clearly understood and chooses to be blunt.
"You speak of opportunity, but perhaps in your mind, it's the eye of the Storm?"
Qu Jianlei remains silent, evidently acknowledging it.
The Supre shakes his head, speaking with dwindling interest, "So young yet so old-fashioned, not good!"
"I know what you're thinking. I stay in this kind of room, letting them smuggle, there must be trouble... Right?"
Qu Jianlei still droops his eyelids without uttering a word.
Seeing his deanor, the Supre shakes his head and speaks helplessly.
"Since you boarded this Starship, you should know what's happened recently on the Star of Hope... I just don't want to get involved with that committee."
Qu Jianlei lifts his eyelids, giving him a surprised look.
No way, you're fleeing because of ? "Sir, are you referring to... the Research Committee?"
"Indeed," a bitter smile appears at the corner of the Supre's mouth, "Seems you are indeed well-inford."
"Everyone knows I am the Supre, but who can understand even the Supre has helplessness... I boarded the Starship under a false identity."
Then he points to the man and woman, "These are my most accomplished grandson and great-granddaughter, being with puts them in danger."
Qu Jianlei's mouth twitches slightly, then he smiles wryly, "Sir, I didn't an to know all this... Please spare ."
"Too late," the Supre looks at him with great interest, "I've spoken so plainly, do you think you can still escape?"
"If others knew they could et the Supre, they'd be eager to approach, yet you clearly understand the stakes…"
Qu Jianlei sighs and answers helplessly, "Sir, I don't even know who you are, why make things difficult for a nobody like ?"
The Supre's expression turns serious, "Knowing to avoid the Supre, you may not be a nobody."
"It's not that I want to harm you, but now... you're already swept into the Storm, understand?"
Qu Jianlei shakes his head, sighing in frustration, "This restroom... unclear."
"Unclear? Then I'll explain. Do you know what just happened?"
This Supre is quite frustrated as well; his ability to suppress his aura is strong, posing as an ordinary wealthy passenger should be no problem.
But his grandson and great-granddaughter were exposed, and not asking wouldn't do, so he released his pressure.
Thankfully, they are now in the Celestial Hook Star Realm; as long as the Starship doesn't return, everything is manageable.
His demands are not high; as long as the Customs Enforcent Team lets his two juniors go, it can be considered as nothing happening.
He has lived a long ti, witnessed many ugly things, and knows the Customs Enforcent Division's people are ruthless.
So he requires the Customs Enforcent Team to leave a B-level, accompanying him for the Star Port landing to complete this matter.
Speaking to this point, he asks, "Do you know what I'm worried about?"
Qu Jianlei responds gloomily, "Those forty-plus smugglers... are involved in the Customs Enforcent Division's grey industry chain."
"Yes," the Supre sighs, "forty people aren't many, but it's an industry."
"I worry they'll fire a few shots at the Starship. Leaving a B-level for company, isn't that too much?"
Upon hearing this, the three nodded in agreent that it's not too much.
The situation the Supre fears does not have a high probability of occurring, but these days, people's hearts... can be utterly unscrupulous.
He just wants to leave behind a B-level from the Customs Enforcent Team to slightly raise the cri costs for the opponent. Is this excessive?
The B-level man's face darkens, "And yet they are unwilling?"
"Alas," the Supre clicks his tongue in frustration, "They are wary of holding onto the witnesses, planning sothing."
The female C-level hears and can't hold back, "Who would bother with those sordid matters? Grandpa, you should have just detained them!"
Coming from the Gao Family, indeed, they act without much fear.
Upon hearing, the Supre nods, "I have indeed directly detained them and won't allow them to take those forty-plus smugglers away."
When the Supre gets angry, he doesn't bother reasoning—are you trying to disrespect ?
The B-level man thinks for a bit and asks, "Among those smugglers, none are noteworthy... Why keep them?"
The Supre glances at him and then at Qu Jianlei, "Young friend, help my foolish grandson understand this matter."
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