Chapter 121: Chapter 121

In reality, even this Viper Gang leader had only received a slight hint from the Law Enforcement Department before he eagerly rushed off to blockade the orphanage.

He hadn't even met Councilor Osman's subordinates, let alone Councilor Osman himself.

As one of the Star Traveler Society members hidden within the Jadeite Star Domain, he was very willing to get a connection to a Jadeite Councilor.

Even if this connection was fake, it didn't matter. Just being able to use the title of "the Jadeite Councilor's Black Glove" would allow him to accomplish many things the Star Traveler Society normally needed to do in secret.

Fortunately, this connection was indeed real. The Law Enforcement Department personnel were genuinely working hard based on the hints from Councilor Osman's subordinates.

Unfortunately, he never imagined that he would attract the arrival of a bizarrely powerful individual like Loren just after establishing this connection.

What he couldn't understand was how anyone within the Jadeite Star Domain would dare challenge Councilor Osman's authority.

This was something a minor character like him couldn't comprehend.

After this Viper Gang leader begged Loren to spare him, his soul was pulled into a strange illusory space, standing at a crossroads in a field.

"Sorry, compared to the Star Traveler Society, I actually prefer the Nature Sect more."

Loren looked at the other's corpse and spoke with considerable regret.

He turned back to glance at this quiet abandoned warehouse, nodding with satisfaction. Everyone was arranged neatly and orderly.

Loren rather liked this kind of tidy and silent atmosphere.

Loren turned and walked toward the warehouse exit, stepping over one corpse after another on the warehouse floor with a pleased mood.

After walking out the door of the abandoned warehouse, Loren raised his hand without looking back and snapped his fingers. "Misfortune," attached to the entire abandoned warehouse, and he fired a shot toward the night sky.

After the energy bullet shot into the sky, it bizarrely curved and shot toward the abandoned warehouse.

The abandoned warehouse at 67 Iris Street began to collapse.

Simultaneously, the explosion's flames conveniently ignited the entire abandoned warehouse.

Loren turned to look at the warehouse engulfed in a sea of fire, the burning flames illuminating Loren's somewhat excited face.

This feeling of soul-deep pleasure caused a sincere smile to appear at the corner of Loren's mouth.

"Master, you??" Raven's voice sounded again in Loren's mind.

Why does it feel like Master's psychological symptoms have worsened again??

"Shh... don't disturb me, Raven." Loren's eyes flickered with firelight, somewhat intoxicated.

The abandoned warehouse located at 67 Iris Street had turned into a pile of ashes.

Along with it turned to ashes were the hundreds of corpses with scattered souls.

The destruction of evidence and art achieved harmonious unity at this moment.

The flames gradually extinguished, and at 67 Iris Street, there was nothing left to burn.

Loren's amusement had ended.

Feeling somewhat unsatisfied, Loren once again took out his portable computer from "Crimson Tear."

"Agent Norton, do you know Councilor Osman's address?"

Such a sentence appeared on the screen of Loren's portable computer.

Abel Norton, who had just finished his interrogation, was about to get up to report the interrogation situation to his superior.

A somewhat distinctive raven cry sounded from his chest.

Abel Norton's movement to rise paused, then he unhurriedly sat back down on the chair and took out his private portable computer.

This was the special notification sound Abel Norton had specifically set for Loren.

To avoid missing Loren's messages, he had set a meaningful ringtone to ensure he wouldn't miss messages from this dangerous individual.

When Abel Norton saw Loren's message, his expression changed from relaxed to extremely grave.

He directly initiated a video call to Loren.

"Mr. Loren, are you going to cause trouble for Councilor Osman?!" The moment the video connected, Abel Norton immediately asked his question.

"Don't be nervous, Agent Norton. I'm just going to do something I enjoy." Loren answered calmly.

Abel Norton stared at Loren's placid face on the screen, his own expression becoming extremely unpleasant.

"Attacking a member of the Jadeite Council will result in being hunted by the entire Federation. I originally thought you'd be more interested in those old nobles."

"You misunderstand. I just suddenly want to go meet that Councilor Osman."

Loren's face still showed no expression, as if going to meet Councilor Osman was as casual as going shopping.

Meanwhile, Abel Norton inside the interrogation room, upon hearing Loren's calm response, wore an even more unpleasant expression, his eyebrows tightly furrowed.

Abel Norton, this veteran agent, didn't believe a single word of what Loren said.

He had seen intelligence on Loren from childhood onward. He understood very well this powerhouse who emerged from the slums and his operational style.

Wherever Loren went, high-intensity battles would inevitably occur without exception.

This person... is he still... going to stand against the Federation? Has he completely lost hope for the Federation's future?

Abel Norton still felt somewhat regretful in his heart.

After all the effort I've made...

The silence between the two persisted for nearly a minute.

Abel Norton's brain spun rapidly at this moment, trying to find a solution.

Should I just let this go? Allow this person to stand against the Federation?

Holding great respect for Loren's power and future, he was still trying to resolve Loren's hatred toward the Federation and wanted to turn Loren into an ally.

Yes, in Abel Norton's view, Loren, this powerhouse who emerged from the slums, had become so crazy only because of past experiences that created hatred toward the Federation.

Just as both sides remained silent, a voice suddenly came from within the interrogation room, breaking the silence.

"Agree to him, and tell him Councilor Osman's address, Agent Norton. I'll bear all consequences."

The voice came from beside Abel Norton, spoken by that precognitive psychic from the Central Star Domain.

Abel Norton turned to look at this colleague, his eyes revealing confusion and shock.

Betraying a member of the Jadeite Council—this is the crime of treason against the Federation?!

You'll take responsibility?! Do you know what you're saying??!!

That precognitive psychic just slightly shook his head and made a series of internal Security Bureau tactical gestures to Abel Norton off-screen.

The meaning of that series of gestures was simple:

"Battlefield command transferred to me," "target extremely dangerous," "do not provoke target," "agree to target's conditions," "we'll discuss in a secure location."

After seeing his colleague's series of gestures, Abel Norton fell into brief contemplation.

Abel Norton steeled his heart, turned to Loren on the screen, and spoke an extremely secretive address:

"Jadeite Main City, central district, the largest manor near the Jadeite Commercial Building is Councilor Osman's residence. That manor doesn't appear on any maps, and publicly it's only the residence of an emerging wealthy individual."

In the end, Abel Norton, this veteran agent, chose to trust his colleague's judgment and believe in his colleague's loyalty to the Federation.

This was the judgment made by a high-level precognitive psychic.