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"I don't need it."

Raymond Lam brushed the snow off his armor.

"This place is now under your jurisdiction."

Old Duan was stunned. He looked at the mothership in the sky, then at Lin Feng.

"Are you really going with them?"

Chen Guoliang used his only remaining hand to push Baron aside and strode forward.

"You're going alone? Isn't that like throwing yourself to the wolves?"

"Don't worry, trust me?"

Lin Feng's words calmed Chen Guoliang down.

"They saw my talent, I'll be fine."

Lin Feng looked at the mothership in mid-air, making no attempt to hide the calculation in his eyes.

"These people are rolling in money; they could feed the entire planet for hundreds of years just by showing a little bit of their wealth."

"I'll go check out their hideout and borrow some local specialties while I'm at it."

Old Duan understood.

This isn't some kind of Imperial Guard officer position; he's using the guise of genius to procure goods from the Silverfrost Empire.

Be careful.

Old Duan gripped the terminal tightly, saying, "With us old bones watching over Blue Star, we can hold it up even if the sky falls."

Lin Feng nodded.

He turned around and his gaze fell on Baron, who was bent over studying the shield module.

"You, come with me."

Barron froze, then plopped down on the ground, his fat jiggling.

"Dude! I'm just a tech guy! I'm not that tough!"

"Outer space is too dangerous! I want to stay on Earth and work on development! Earth needs me!"

Barron clung to a cable, refusing to let go.

"We need someone to do odd jobs."

Lin Feng walked over, grabbed Baron by the back of the neck with one hand, and lifted him up like a chick.

"Just lead the way and identify the equipment honestly, and stop talking nonsense."

A blue beam of light descended from mid-air.

Lin Feng, carrying the howling Baron, bathed in beams of light, slowly ascended towards the mothership.

The hundreds of thousands of soldiers below raised their weapons in perfect unison.

The sound of weapons clashing was deafening.

No one felt this was a humiliation.

Because they knew that the man wasn't going out to become an imperial slave.

He went there to be a living ancestor.

The bottom compartment of the mothership.

The tractor beam had barely dissipated when Herman, accompanied by a squad of high-ranking guards, greeted them with a broad smile.

"Your Excellency, welcome aboard."

Hermann was extremely respectful and gestured for her to proceed.

"I have arranged for you to have a top-of-the-line luxury hibernation pod, and during the voyage, you will have an unlimited supply of various interstellar delicacies and recovery potions."

Lin Feng casually tossed Barron onto the metal floor.

"lead the way."

The interior of the mothership was indeed more luxurious than the dilapidated warships of the Skyhorn Clan.

The passageway is entirely paved with rare energy crystals.

Barron lay on the ground, his eyes almost bulging out of their sockets, his hands pawing at the crystal clasp on the ground, as if he wanted to bite it off with his teeth.

Lin Feng stepped on Baron's butt, kicking him several meters away, and walked straight ahead.

along the way.

Hermann led the way himself, his back ramrod straight and his steps brisk.

The adjutant followed behind, speaking in a low voice.

"Sir, we not only lost a level four shield array on this trip, but we also lost the tax on Earth. How are we going to explain this to our superiors when we get back?"

"Explain my ass!"

Hermann snorted coldly in a voice only the two of them could hear.

"What do you know! A nineteen-year-old Star Lord! If he has that kind of talent, those old monsters in the capital will fight tooth and nail to get him!"

"As long as he's on my recommendation list, I can afford not just one shield, but ten!"

Herman glanced at Lin Feng, who was looking around behind him, and felt overjoyed.

"The more arrogant this kid is now, the better. Once he gets to the capital and witnesses the true power of the empire, he'll naturally know whose coattails to cling to."

Both of them harbored ulterior motives.

Herman was plotting how to use Lin Feng to advance his career.

Lin Feng pondered where the mothership's resource depot was located.

A few minutes later.

Lin Feng was assigned to a room equipped with a small gravity simulation chamber and a private energy bath.

"Please rest well, Your Excellency. No one will disturb you until we reach the capital."

Herman backed out of the room.

The alloy hatch closed perfectly and was also thoughtfully secured with external access locked.

The door had just closed.

Lin Feng walked to the panoramic porthole.

The main engines at the bottom of the mothership emitted a deep roar.

The massive ship rose higher, tearing through the atmosphere of the blue planet and plunging directly into the boundless space.

Inside the main control room of the bridge.

Hermann plopped down in the large command chair, unbuttoned his uniform collar, and let out a long sigh of relief.

"Notify the pilots to lock onto the coordinates of the Imperial Central Starfield."

"Main engine at full load."

"Tear open the spatial barrier, prepare for the first faster-than-light jump!"

The adjutant's fingers flew across the control panel, swiftly executing orders.

A blinding blue light burst forth from the front of the mothership.

The surrounding cosmic vacuum was violently distorted, and a spatial tunnel slowly took shape.

The ship trembled slightly, about to sink into the tunnel.

"warn!"

The large screen on the main control panel suddenly flashed a blinding red light.

The entire bridge was instantly enveloped in flashing alarm lights.

Herman suddenly jumped up from his chair.

"What's going on!"

The adjutant stared at the rapidly fluctuating data on the screen, his face turning deathly pale, his hands trembling.

"grown ups......"

"Access to the heavy weapons arsenal on the lower deck has been forcibly compromised!"

"The backup power blocks in the power room are disappearing in large numbers!"

Herman grabbed his adjutant by the collar, his eyes bulging out of their sockets.

"Who did this?!"

The adjutant, trembling, switched the surveillance footage to the main screen.

On the screen.

The nineteen-year-old genius star lord was breaking the central lock cylinder on the C-grade titanium alloy defensive vault door with one hand.

He kicked open the warehouse door.

The short, fat man next to him was pushing a hovercart that he had taken advantage of, and deftly shoved the latest antimatter grenades from the shelf into the cart.

His skillful looting techniques were so adept that even space pirates would be impressed.

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