Flying Dragon

Right Master Lord narrowed his eyes, looking at the utterly unconcerned Beret before him as he pointed toward the inner hall behind him, where music and dancing carried on in peace.

"This is Landu Star. Right now, the planet's political dignitaries are gathered inside. No matter how high your ranks may be, without authorization, this is still an unauthorized military operation."

The gazes around them locked onto the group. Right Master Lord's bearing gave the nobles and soldiers present something to rally around.

Beret smacked his lips, a cigar clenched between them, and pulled out a Sky Communicator with his right hand. He tapped it several times.

"Hey, lady, this is Commander Adrian's Sky Communicator number, right?"

The middle-aged man with the cigarette turned and asked, gesturing with the number in his hand.

"That's right. If you call me that again, I'll put powdered poisonous fly agaric in your tobacco."

The strongly hallucinogenic poisonous fly agaric immediately made Beret shut his mouth obediently. Clearly, he was quite wary of that mature and gorgeous female officer.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, the middle-aged man made the call and casually tossed the communicator to Right Master Lord.

"Kid, don't let the Right Master Clan's hands reach too far. That's Commander Adrian's Sky Communicator. So no matter what this kid did today, he'll be leaving safely." Beret Uncle smiled, still rather charming.

After saying that, he spotted several noble young ladies in the distance looking curiously at him. His face broke into a radiant smile as he whistled several times.

Mu Fan watched the group with a smile on his face, Ruan Xiongfeng's words still echoing in his ears.

Whether in their words or expressions, these people did not take this seemingly grave matter seriously at all.

Right Master Lord held out his palm,