Chapter 170: Chapter 170

In the night sky over Radiant Flow Main City, a figure with a pair of black wings growing from its back was flying at high speed.

After settling Ayla Morningstar, Loren left the Interstellar Hunter Association alone.

Loren's direction of travel in the night sky was quite clear; he was heading to the Gray Zone where he had previously sold the spatial storage device.

Loren landed outside the Gray Zone and walked into this increasingly active district after nightfall with a calm expression.

Loren, now an eighth-rank Superhuman, was quite satisfied with his flight speed.

The power possessed by that pair of black wings had grown even stronger.

Correspondingly, Loren's movement speed had increased significantly once again, not just by a little.

Entering this chaotic district.

These lawless individuals who operated year-round in the Gray Zone also cleared a wide path for Loren one after another.

They recognized Loren.

After Loren made a Legendary powerhouse disappear last night, his infamy had grown once more.

This was largely thanks to the significant number of high-rank powerhouses who had come to watch the spectacle last night.

Although those high-rank powerhouses watching last night didn't dare get too close, the scene of Longlair being forced to tear a spatial scroll was still spread around as entertainment by some high-rank Superhumans with keen senses.

Loren, codenamed "Night Raven," was now most famous not for the 3 billion bounty, but for using his bizarre ability to seriously injure a Legendary powerhouse head-on.

Since no one knew about the scene of Longlair being torn apart by spatial turbulence, most of the public information about Loren on the market recorded this Legendary powerhouse Longlair as being seriously injured and missing.

Apart from Loren and a very few others, no one knew for now that Longlair was already dead.

On the completely silent street, after walking calmly for a while, Loren disappeared into a weapons shop at the end of the street...

Only after Loren's figure had completely vanished did the street he had walked on gradually regain its vitality, with noise once again dominating the thoroughfare.

The interrupted "business" resumed.

There were even a few particularly curious individuals who began discussing why Loren had appeared here.

"What is a big shot like that doing in our Gray Zone?"

"Rumor has it that this big shot is a powerhouse comparable to a Lone Wolf; he doesn't seem to have any subordinates..."

"So, he might be here to do business personally?"

"Right? I think so too..."

And just as the words of these few discussing fell, they all fell into a dazed stupor.

Their bodies collapsed powerlessly onto the street.

The deaths of these few instantly scared away the criminals doing business nearby.

Immediately after, a bullet that could curve shot out from the weapons shop at the end of the street and slammed into the bodies of those who had just died on the street.

Like a claim, or like a declaration.

"Boom!" The energy bullet exploded, igniting the bodies of the few.

In the blink of an eye, the flow of people on this street decreased by more than half.

Soon, the people active on this street gradually disappeared...

The street fell silent once again.

Loren's customary method of destroying evidence and corpses had clearly frightened these criminals.

Inside the weapons shop at the end of the street.

Loren calmly put away the black revolver in his hand, then spoke to Old George behind the counter:

"Apologies, they were too noisy. I'll compensate for the window damage."

Not long before, feeling the outside was somewhat noisy, Loren silently activated his sixth ability—"Crossroads of Fate."

After dragging all those curious about him into the Illusion Space, he skillfully began destroying the evidence and corpses.

It was that very bullet used for destroying evidence that broke the window of this weapons shop.

Hearing Loren's apology, Old George's mouth twitched.

A pane of glass? Would I really dare to ask you to compensate? Your reputation in the Gray Zone is already more terrifying than the Security Bureau's, almost usable as a large-scale silencer...

He didn't dare to respond to Loren's words, instead silently updating his intelligence on Loren in his mind.

"The other party greatly prefers quiet and is willing to kill for it, and is quite proficient..."

After quickly summarizing a new piece of intelligence in his mind, Old George spoke to Loren with a smile on his face:

"Mr. Loren, it's just a pane of glass, you're being too serious..."

"The coating you sold me last time helped my status within the organization rise a bit more."

Hearing Old George's buyer feedback, Loren raised an eyebrow, a gentlemanly smile appearing on his face.

"What about this then?"

A white metal canister appeared in Loren's hand, still bearing a top-secret label.

"This is?" Old George didn't recognize what Loren was holding.

"Original, unopened Dark Matter Quantum Coating. It's been kept in this state since manufacture." Loren's face wore the smile of a profiteer.

That one short sentence made Old George's breathing grow somewhat rapid.

"Is this real?!" His tone was filled with disbelief.

Loren smiled and nodded, "Real."

Hearing Loren's confirmation, Old George's pupils contracted.

He stood frozen in place, lowering his head in deep thought.

After a long moment, he spoke to Loren somewhat nervously:

"Please wait a moment, Mr. Loren."

"This kind of thing... I'm a bit afraid..."

"May I first contact the people behind me? They will bring a massive amount of Spirit Stones and escort this item away."

Hearing the phrase "massive amount of Spirit Stones," Loren smiled quite gently and comforted the other:

"Don't be nervous, Old George. Of course you can."

Old George, having received permission, let out a sigh of relief. Then, scanning his subordinates within the shop, he directly commanded:

"From now on, none of you are to leave my sight! You are not allowed to contact anyone!"

After giving orders to the shop attendants, he pulled out a communicator from his chest and uttered only one brief sentence:

Then he hung up the communicator and began waiting anxiously.

Old George, who had handled stolen goods on this street for decades and was battle-hardened, now reacted like a complete novice just entering the trade...

"Mr. Loren, please wait, it will be quick! Someone will come soon! I guarantee, it will be a price that satisfies you..."

Ironically, the anxious and unsettled Old George was actually comforting Loren in turn.

Seeing this, the smile on Loren's face grew even more satisfied.

Mr. Marcus Rhine, it seems you've given me something quite extraordinary...

This thing, it seems, is quite important to certain groups...