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Ming Rong stood there awkwardly. "You actually... handed it over yesterday..."

Huang Ji said gravely, "My people delivered it to the Tai Wei Hua office at the Galactic Police Department yesterday."

"You gave me ten days in your announcement. Other matters held me up for eight days. Is that a crime too?"

The Civilization Lords exchanged incredulous looks. What kind of joke was this? He had handed it over yesterday, and they had still come today to arrest him for refusing?

Ming Rong stared at him. "Then why did you run when you saw me?"

Huang Ji's voice rang out clearly. "I already explained. I was hurrying here, and you tried to arrest me on sight. You showed no respect for the Milky Way."

"You told me to hand it over to the Police Department, and I did. Forget the reward—are you blaming me for not putting it directly in your hands?"

Miaozun asked, baffled, "Ming Rong, it was handed over yesterday, and you only just found out? Can't you Tai Wei Hua communicate across distances through your souls?"

Ming Rong said nothing.

Huang Ji said, "This happened because you took every Heavenly Police officer under your command to wait at Zi Wei Country's border before yesterday!"

"You left no Tai Wei Hua at the Police Department because you never thought I would return the equipment. All you wanted was to wait until the deadline, invade Zi Wei Country, seize it back, and make mass arrests."

"You decided from the start that I was a criminal. So when you saw me fly toward the wormhole, you immediately assumed I was fleeing."

"Even finding the Milky Way's leaders gathered here only excited you more. You could arrest me for resisting in front of the Galactic Council and show off the might