"We interrupt this broadcast with an urgent announcement. Just moments ago, His Highness Lei Saiyin, the empire's Third Prince, had his Palace burglarized."
Chen Luo had barely arrived on a planet when he heard the broadcast overhead.
That was fast. Chen Luo snorted. What burglary?
Was I stealing? How undignified. I was robbing you, right in front of your face.
"According to reports, the criminal used his spatial abilities to approach undetected while the Third Prince was away from his Palace, stealing the precious blood-melting grass the Third Prince recently acquired, along with a large quantity of various valuable herbs."
"Furthermore, the criminal vandalized the Third Prince's Palace and brutally murdered two of his maids."
"The depravity of his methods, the shamelessness of his actions, and his sheer audacity are shocking. The Imperial Security Department has issued an S-Rank Wanted Order for the criminal."
"The criminal's entire theft was captured by communications satellites. His information is as follows."
At that moment, Chen Luo's photograph appeared on every large screen on the planet.
The photo showed Chen Luo turning toward the Third Prince with a shit-eating grin after beating up Violet Eagle.
The blood covering him made him look vicious beyond measure.
His obnoxious grin perfectly illustrated what a sneaky bastard looked like.
He did not merely resemble the villain everyone imagined-he was the spitting image.
The Third Prince had been edited out of the photograph.
What else could the Third Prince do? Did he not have a reputation to protect?
Was he supposed to admit that Chen Luo had stood right in front of him and cleaned out his home while he could only rage helplessly on the sidelines?
If word got out, he would instantly become the empire's laughingstock. His authority and reputation would be ruined, and everyone would