Southern Martial

Jiang Muzhou compiled the decrypted data into a report and delivered it to Xu Wuyi. Standing beside the training mat, he watched Xu Wuyi turn the pages one by one before speaking.

"There are several things in the chip. First, complete records of nearly a hundred assassination missions. The personal information of every target, combat data, timing of the strikes, and retreat routes are all in there. The records span nearly a century."

"Second, the combat data Yi Huainan recorded while observing your battle outside the Feathered Human Homeworld. The explosive force of every punch, the fluctuation frequency of the power of Order, the shift in your center of gravity when throwing a punch—everything was quantitatively analyzed."

His finger tapped the report, pointing at a line of data marked in red ink.

"Third, a distribution map of Southern Martial Star Realm's intelligence network around the Federation. The locations of informants, communication frequencies, encryption protocols for transmitting intelligence, the codenames of those in charge—all the details are in there."

Xu Wuyi lightly tapped a finger against his knee.

For an assassin to carry such data on him, he was either too confident, or the data was crucial to carrying out his mission.

Yi Huainan probably had both.

He had never imagined he would fail, so he kept all the materials at hand for instant use. And now, those materials had fallen into the Federation's hands.

Xu Wuyi set the report on the table, rose, and walked to the window.

Outside, transport ships from various civilizations were still landing one after another on the airfield. Another group of visitors had arrived. He temporarily set those thoughts aside, turned, and left the room for the conference hall.

Halfway through the afternoon meeting, the Federation Intelligence Bureau sent an urgent communication.

Yang Shuyan's voice