Poverty makes me capable of anything.

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The proud woman sneered and said to An Ran, "What, want to beg for mercy?"

An Ran shook her head: "I haven't done anything wrong, why should I beg you for forgiveness?"

Heda didn't take it seriously: "Speak up if you have something to say, or shut up. I don't have time to waste with you here."

"Sigh." An Ran sighed, "Although I know you have a bad temper, we still need to improve our manners in front of the people of Eternal Star Road."

Heda's hair stood up and then quickly fell back down.

She asked coldly, "Who is it?"

An Ran tapped the intercom and asked, "I'm asking for your name."

“Reeves,” Reeves said firmly, “I’m telling you, no matter who you bring in, none of them can quell my anger!”

Heda looked at An Ran for a long time, then burst into laughter: "No, you actually want me to stand up for you?"

This is absolutely a huge joke.

She should be grateful to An Ran for not adding fuel to the fire.

An Ran shook her head: "Do you think I'm such a shallow person? This Reeves from the Radiant Mercenary Group..."

Heda curled her lip in disdain: "Never heard of it."

"But he just arrogantly said, 'Is a mere Heda so powerful?' He didn't take you seriously at all," An Ran reported.

Reeves' expression changed.

Could it be that the person speaking to An Ran right now is really Heda?

"You're trying to lie to me?"

"Reeves said in a deep voice."

Anran said, "Didn't you look down on Heda?"

“I was…” Reeves immediately swallowed his words, “When did I ever say such a thing?”

An Ran shrugged at Heda: "See, this is what shameless people are like."

"..."

Anran then said to Reeves, "Give up, I've recorded this!"

Reeves was a little guilty, but he still forced a smile: "You're a mechanic, isn't it easy for you to frame me with a recording?"

An Ran sneered: "You say I'm framing you? I'd rather you're framing me! If you're so capable, come and confront me here yourself!"

Reeves remained silent.

If that is the real Hedda.

"I will produce evidence, and I hope you won't try to deny it then!" Reeves hung up the phone.

After that, if his subordinates hadn't intervened in time, the hotel he was staying at might have been vandalized.

Anran, on the other hand, was in a fairly good mood.

“That kind of person,” An Ran shook her head. “How about this, I’ll take care of him for you, and you won’t have to do it yourself. How about we use that resurrection crystal as payment?”

Heda continued to sneer.

Look, this is what shameless people look like.

It's short and flat!

After a buzzing sound, An Ran was left alone in the small room again.

Anran glanced at the TV series that hadn't finished airing yet, and finally informed Cherny.

“Investigate what happened to those strangers when they went out.”

The report was submitted quickly.

An Ran could clearly see the video recorded by a player.

As the representative of the Flora Consortium said, the strength of the Feathered Civilization is indeed not to be underestimated.

One person alone shattered two fleets.

Although Anran couldn't see Winston's stats, she figured he was a boss-level character above level 185.

It's hard to say whether there's a level 195.

"Sending out large numbers of players again is pointless."

However, it's a different story for small player-controlled armies.

An Ran temporarily put the matter of the Radiant Mercenary Group out of her mind.

I heard that Huiyao and Sawyer have some connection, wouldn't that be even better?

Anran's current focus is solely on how to send players into the territory of the Feathered Civilization.

It seems we should play one match first and then see how things go.

……

After successfully returning to the outer harbor of his home planet, Derrick dismissed everyone on the ship and then found Winston.

"I'll go to the tower now to report the situation. You can handle these information processing modules."

Winston nodded and smiled, "Don't worry, sir, I'll let you know as soon as there are any results."

"Then trouble you."

After Derrick finished speaking, he turned and walked towards the tall building in the distance.

Winston still had a smiling face.

He didn't care about Derrick's attitude.

After this report, he will definitely not stay under Derrick's command.

If that's the case, why bother with such things?

On his way to the intelligence center, Winston was stopped by a gentlemanly-looking man.

"Isn't that Winston, who went on a mission to seek help?" The man tapped his cane lightly, successfully attracting Winston's attention.

Winston turned his head away, his eyes flashing slightly.

He recognized the man; he was a relative of one of the elders in the tower.

They possess astonishing wealth and connections that are unimaginable to ordinary people.

He can be considered one of the decision-makers of the Feathered Civilization.

Winston didn't dare ignore him and quickly went over, a smile plastered on his face: "I just came back from the Veil of Light, I don't know this..."

The man raised his long cane and pointed it at the small box Winston was holding, saying, "And what is this?"

He felt no remorse whatsoever for interrupting others.

In fact, he had nothing to feel guilty about; Winston didn't care about such things at all.

He explained, "This is an information processing module that I took from a foreign spaceship that I encountered on the road."

"Oh?"

The gentlemanly-looking man immediately became interested.

This wasn't mentioned in his intelligence report.

Winston said, "I'm currently planning to send these modules to the intelligence center."

"If you don't mind, could I take a look first?"

Winston hesitated slightly.

Do you... know what this thing is?

But he didn't dare say it aloud; instead, he simply handed over what he was holding: "Take a look."

"Hmm, not bad, really not bad."

The person pretended to look at it for a long time before finally handing the processing module back.

He patted Winston on the shoulder and said, "Forget about the intelligence center, those people are too inefficient. Just send it to my research lab, I guarantee I can decipher it quickly!"

“But…” Winston’s heart skipped a beat.

Is this someone trying to steal the credit?

The man saw through Winston's thoughts.

"Don't worry, I'm not so interested in such things. You need to have a long-term vision."

Winston nodded repeatedly and followed him away.

……

In the distant tower.

After several briefings, Derrick finally arrived before the high-ranking cabinet members.

"Let me report on the situation."

Derrick nodded: "Yes."

He then recounted his journey to the Veil of Light to contact the unbelievers, as well as his experiences on the return voyage.

"These faithless people are really asking for the moon."