Chapter 58: Chapter 58

Upon hearing the other party's words, Loren let out a cold laugh.

"Hah, you hide in a sturdy fortress underground. It's true you rarely get to see people."

His tone was dripping with sarcasm.

After saying that, Loren directly stood up and turned to walk towards the door.

Benjamin slammed the table hard, glaring fiercely at Loren.

Loren's footsteps didn't pause in the slightest.

An old fellow who had been in a high position for years, a coward hiding in a sturdy fortress.

His roar, in Loren's eyes, was like that of a clown.

Loren waved his hand dismissively.

"The Jadeite Star Domain is so vast. It's not like your branch is the only Interstellar Hunter Branch here."

"What about making sure you never leave here?!?!"

A threatening statement came from Benjamin's mouth.

Loren's footsteps stopped.

He turned his head to look at the furious and arrogant old man, asking with a smile:

"How long has it been since you've fought anyone, Mr. Benjamin?"

"As a branch chief, I don't need to risk my life for a few Spirit Stones like you beggars from impoverished star domains."

"I just need to give the order, and you'll never leave here! Tomorrow morning, your corpse will be found in some alley in the city."

Benjamin's words were filled with haughty arrogance.

"Oh, you know what? I'm looking forward to that..." A dangerous glint flashed in Loren's eyes.

The furious Benjamin, seeing that Loren held no reverence for him at all, picked up the communicator on the desk to call for people.

"I advise you to put that communicator down, Mr. Benjamin."

A revolver appeared in Loren's right hand, its dark muzzle aimed at Benjamin's head.

"What? Scared?" A smug expression appeared on Benjamin's face, as if he had long known Loren would back down.

"No, I just wanted to remind you that the communicator in your hand is broken."

"It would be more effective to use your throat and shout loudly."

A mocking smile appeared at the corner of Loren's mouth.

The moment the other party said he would make sure Loren never left here, a touch of Misfortune had already been attached to the body of that communicator.

"How is that possible?!"

Disbelieving, Benjamin frantically pressed the communicator in his hand. Unfortunately, just as Loren said, the communicator showed no reaction.

Only when white smoke started rising from the communicator in his hand did he realize Loren wasn't lying.

The communicator was thrown violently to the ground, turning into a pile of metal components.

"When?!" Benjamin asked, looking at Loren's figure, still furious.

"Want to call for people? You might need to be a bit louder, Mr. Benjamin." Loren offered him a glimmer of hope.

"You brat! You think you've got me figured out? I am a seventh-tier Psychic!!" Benjamin looked at Loren, saying unwillingly.

"Someone like you, you've probably forgotten how to fight, right? You, a seventh-tier Superhuman, your first reaction when facing me was to call for people. How ironic. Isn't it?"

After saying that, Loren fired a shot at the other's head.

Seeing Loren fire directly, a trace of surprise flashed across Benjamin's face.

Having not fought for many years, his combat reflexes were somewhat sluggish.

Facing the bullet speeding towards his head.

Only under the threat of a life-and-death crisis, at the very last moment, did he make the reaction a Psychic should have.

He erected an Energy Shield around himself.

"How dare you?!!" Benjamin, who had raised the shield, roared angrily, his tone somewhat incredulous.

"How dare you publicly attack a branch chief inside the Interstellar Hunter Branch?!"

Loren didn't answer him, instead looking with great interest at that Energy Shield.

So, how many shots can you withstand?

The bullet Loren fired seemed to have consciousness. After circling the Energy Shield once, finding a weak spot, it violently slammed into the shield.

A massive explosion swept through the office.

Black Wings appeared behind Loren. With a light flap, Loren's figure retreated outside the office, evading the explosion's damage.

Before the shockwaves of the explosion had even dissipated, Loren raised his hand and fired two more shots into the room.

Two more violent explosions swept through the room.

Flames engulfed everything.

Six burning figures, with flames from the explosion clinging to them, charged out from the blazing room.

"Brat! You've angered me!! I want you dead!!"

Six Benjamins with identical appearances roared, charging towards Loren's position.

The six Benjamins worked in unison, subtly surrounding Loren, trying to encircle and kill him together.

The wings behind Loren flapped once more. His figure vanished, disappearing from the encirclement of the six Benjamins, appearing in another open area.

"So it really is a clone-type Psychic Ability?"

"Pity, the speed is too slow."

Loren raised his hand and snapped his fingers. "Misfortune."

Then, Loren fired a bullet at one of the figures.

The six figures charged towards Loren together once again.

With a light vibration of his wings, Loren's figure vanished again, appearing in another open location. The latest_epɪ_sodes are on_the NoveI★Fire.net

Another snap of his fingers. "Misfortune."

Another bullet shot from the revolver in his hand.

Loren's figure kept disappearing until he had repeated this six times, then he finally stopped moving.

Each time he vanished, Loren would cast "Misfortune" on Benjamin's clones and fire one bullet.

"Mr. Benjamin, has anyone ever told you your combat awareness is really poor?"

After firing six bullets, Loren stopped, speaking to the six figures who were running themselves ragged.

Each time Loren moved, it drew those six figures to chase after him.

After Loren had moved six times, the six Benjamins were already scattered in various places.

The encirclement formed by the six Benjamins had become utterly chaotic.

And Loren's six bullets were now invisible in the air, circling around, descending like a large net.

"Goodbye, all you clones of Mr. Benjamin."

Six bullets simultaneously struck the six Benjamin figures.

And these six Benjamin figures always, for various reasons, failed to mount a proper defense.

Either their energy circulation suddenly became sluggish, or they sneezed in the middle of moving.

The most pitiful Benjamin even shivered because of a gust of wind, thus missing the best moment for defense.

Six bullets simultaneously hit the six Benjamin figures.

Six explosions combined into one massive blast that echoed through the basement level.

Loren also silently covered his ears with his hands.

The explosion swallowed the six Benjamin figures.

The explosive flames dissipated. Only Loren remained in the surroundings, silently watching this scene.

There was no further movement in the basement level, as if Benjamin had truly been killed by Loren.

"Does this still not count as passing, Mr. Benjamin?" Loren asked with a smile.

"A rather spectacular battle, Mr. Loren." Benjamin's voice sounded again.

The Benjamin figure that should have been consumed by the explosion now walked out smiling from the room next to number 69.

Sebastian Benjamin walked to Loren's side, looked at Loren, his face showing appreciation.

"When did you realize this was the real assessment?"

"Before entering room number 69."

When Loren looked through that large hole, making eye contact with Benjamin in the room.

Loren subconsciously activated his fifth ability, only to find it didn't take effect.

The Benjamin in the room was like a soulless phantom, lifeless.

That's when Loren sensed something was off.

"Most importantly, the fight between you and me made such a huge commotion, yet not a single person came to check."

"That in itself is unreasonable, Mr. Benjamin."