Chapter 113: Chapter 113

After losing the Raven, without its assistance the atmosphere between the two fell back into silence.

“Why did you show me lethal intent earlier? You know psychic ability can’t be stolen, right?”

Seeing the awkward quiet settle between them again, Daisy Wendy brought up another topic.

“I know. At the time I thought, if I can’t have it, no one else can.”

Loren honestly voiced what was on his mind at that moment.

Daisy Wendy’s expression darkened.

What exactly is your psychic ability? Why does it affect you so extremely?!

Perhaps Loren’s answer had offended Daisy Wendy in some way, because silence returned between them.

“The Security Bureau is stirring trouble.”

“I know.” Loren replied as he scanned the orphanage far ahead.

“I have no ill intent toward you.”

“I know.” The orphanage occupied quite a bit of land, no wonder somebody important wanted this spot to build a manor...

“My family bears you no ill will either.”

“I know.” Such a large place being used as an orphanage—what were the city planners thinking back then?

“My feelings for you are pure fondness, a kind of liking between the same type! I’m at the age to find a suitable partner.”

Loren’s steps halted.

“I... understand now.”

Another silence followed.

You understand, and then what??

Is that how you respond to a woman confessing her feelings???

Clearly, Daisy Wendy was seething inside.

In that quiet stillness, Loren and Daisy Wendy had already reached the orphanage gate.

“We’re here, Daisy. While we’re here, introduce me—who’s the big shot interested in this orphanage? I have to say, he has good taste.”

Loren glanced at Daisy Wendy, and seeing her stunned expression, he broke the silence.

Working with people really is troublesome...

Raven was simpler and cuter. It talked a lot sometimes, but at least it knew what mattered...

Daisy Wendy: “......” Don’t pretend nothing happened, you jerk Loren!!!

Loren looked puzzled at Daisy Wendy’s complicated expression.

Sharing mission intel with your partner is basic protocol—didn’t you memorize the Interstellar Hunter Operation Manual?

Under Loren’s puzzled stare, Daisy Wendy suddenly read his meaning and her face darkened again.

Having known Loren so long, this was the darkest her face had ever been.

After a long moment she sighed.

From now on, I will equally discriminate against everyone who comes from Rotten Star...

“It’s Councilor Osman from the Jadeite Council who has his eyes on this land.”

In the end, she answered Loren’s question.

“The Skull Gang casino you visited had his backing. He’s a councilor who’s used to sticking his hand into the Gray Zone.”

After hearing the full intel, Loren silently assessed the mission’s difficulty and nodded to himself.

A Jadeite Council councilor? That’s definitely a major player...

Seeing Loren make no move to knock, Daisy stepped up to the orphanage’s big iron gate and rapped on it.

“Who is it?” A wary voice came from behind the gate, sounding like an older woman.

Since learning someone wanted to forcibly reclaim the orphanage, the staff had been on high alert.

“Interstellar Hunter Association. We were commissioned by your director, and we accepted the request.”

Daisy Wendy’s tone had returned to calm.

Her thinking was simple.

There’s a long time ahead. As long as Loren stays in the Jadeite Star Domain for a day, she still has a chance.

For now, finishing the mission is the priority...

“Please wait, I’ll notify our director!” The voice from inside returned through the iron gate.

She couldn’t confirm whether Daisy’s words were true, and didn’t dare let them in without checking.

The iron gate of the orphanage opened from the inside.

An older woman with graying hair, accompanied by a group of women of various ages, looked at Loren and Daisy with anxious expectation.

Because of the Federation’s “simple customs,” and under the Federal Child Protection Act, male presence is not allowed in child-care institutions orphanage.

Even the security guard at the gate was a middle-aged female superhuman.

Every face inside the gate showed deep bewilderment and barely concealed exhaustion; almost every one of them bore dark circles under their eyes.

A group of low-rank superhumans, under the pressure of a Jadeite councilor’s power, had barely lasted this long—they were close to their limits.

This had been sustained largely with help from many superhumans who had come out of this orphanage.

Their suffering was written plainly on their faces.

Loren looked calmly at the orphanage staff, quietly setting aside the worries in his heart.

If this isn’t a good deed, then what is?

“Thank you for your help. Please come in quickly.”

The gray-haired woman politely invited Loren and Daisy in once the gate opened.

All the while, she covertly studied Loren.

Is this a strong person, someone who came from the Gray Zone...

That conclusion eased the anxiety in her heart.

Compared to Daisy Wendy, whose energy waves were masked by spatial fluctuations, the dangerous aura around Loren was something any perceptive superhuman could sense.

As the orphanage director, she had seen many people and many superhumans in her life.

Those who abandoned children, the abandoned children themselves, well-off adoptive parents, reporters, Federation officials, university professors, merchants, gang members, religious figures...

She had dealt with compassionate people from all walks of life as well as unscrupulous figures who drifted through the Gray Zone.

This unique experience told her one thing.

The silent, cold man at the gate wearing an elegant hat was among the most dangerous superhumans she had encountered.

That kind of temperament, forged in countless battles, carried such pressure that only facing him directly revealed how suffocating it could be.

Amid the group’s welcome, Loren and Daisy Wendy exchanged a glance and then walked side by side through the orphanage gate.

Behind the gate stretched a very large lawn covering more than ten thousand square meters.

In the middle of the lawn stood a somewhat old three-story building. Though not very tall, its footprint approached a thousand square meters.

Beside the three-story building was a modest lake, on which a few white swans drifted.

A railing ran along the lakeshore to prevent children from accidentally falling in.

Not far from the lake grew some sparse trees, and between them hung several swings; near one swing a few children were playing.

Behind the three-story building stood a well-equipped playground, equally spacious.

As Loren was taking in the orphanage’s sight,

the gray-haired older woman introduced herself to the two of them:

“I am the orphanage director, Vero Belinda. Thank you so much for extending your help to our orphanage...”