Inside the Main Control Room of the fleet's Capital Ship, Zhao Heng looked utterly melancholy. Just what sin had he committed to run into such a petty wanted criminal?
"Phew—"
He let out a deep breath of stale air, hoping the Noble Hunter would not intercept and kill him for a third time halfway there. If he really did come... Zhao Heng turned and swept his gaze around. Looking at the dozens of towering mecha over ten meters tall, he felt utterly secure.
Of course, He Zhao, who had been constantly watching the red dot on the minimap in the upper-right corner of his vision, revealed a cruel smile.
"Sigh. I'll put in a little effort and send you away one more time."
Killing the same person over and over really was sinful.
He actively activated Hunting Teleport, and vanished from where he stood with a whoosh.
"Pop—"
The feeling of slipping free from a narrow pipe welled up in him. The next second, his feet landed on a cold, hard metal floor. At the same time, a layer of invisible cloak draped over his body.
He swept his eyes around. In the vast room stood dozens of towering mecha over ten meters tall. They were different from the video footage that had leaked onto the Virtual Network World.
There were no savage, terrifying cannon muzzles. All they had were the most primitive "cold weapons."
Beam Swords, huh? Cold weapons of the interstellar age.
"Bedrock, any abnormalities?"
Protected by a group of mecha warriors, Zhao Heng elegantly sipped the brown hot drink widely popular throughout the Star Empire as he asked.
"Respected Speaker, the indoor scanning system has not detected any abnormalities."
Well now. This guy had been killed twice in a row, and he had actually become so cautious