Half an hour later.

Xinghai Company, mecha construction factory.

"What? There's a spy invasion?"

Fang Xing had just finished beating the flesh and blood offspring when he came back and heard news that made him frown.

"Yes."

Wei Jiali adjusted her glasses: "Fortunately, it was discovered in time and Ms. Nangong came to help... The spy did not cause any damage."

"Where are the people?"

Fang Xing looked at Nangong Xue.

"Killed himself."

Nangong Xue frowned: "Do we need the security department of our Nine Swords Academy to intervene and investigate?"

"Thank you, but I don't need it at the moment."

Fang Xing waved his hand.

He intuitively felt that this incident of the Evil God's Children had something to do with the spy invasion, and it seemed too much of a coincidence.

‘If it’s just a new inhibitor, the background of Wu Sheng and two super-first-class universities is enough to protect...'

'But if you add in the unknown extraterritorial evil god material, isn't it a bit eye-catching?'

'No, with the current level of confidentiality in the laboratory, it should be just suspicion, right?'

'In this case, if the soldiers come to block it, the water will come and the soil will cover it...'

…

at the same time.

Dragon star, wormhole.

A spaceship that looks like a dark dragon slowly flies out of the wormhole.

Inside the ship, in a hall.

A warrior with very thin hair and a look similar to a little old man was sitting cross-legged.

He has a big head, a thin body, looks very old, but his eyes are very bright.

Martial arts energy gathered around, causing the void to faintly fluctuate.

"Martial Saint Wu Yong, you will serve as the prosecutor this time and go to the White Bird Star in the Evil Dragon Galaxy to confirm the materials and military exploits."

The mechanical voice of the ‘Omniscient Brain’ came out.

Every time there is an attack at the level of the descendants of the evil god, it doesn't end with everyone sharing the flesh after killing them.

In fact, according to the orthodox process, it must be reported first, then the federation will confirm the results, and finally, after deliberation, rewards will be given and distributed.

Grace and power come from above, and rewards and punishments are in the hands of the federal governor, which is a sign of the stability of the regime.

If the people below just divide the spoils privately, then there is obviously something wrong with the foundation of the rule.

Of course, special cases will be treated specially.

When the person who performed the meritorious service was a martial saint, ordinary federal civil servants did not dare to say anything.

At this time, a new balancing force needs to enter the scene.

Considering that Zhou Ye Hua Martial Saint must be stationed in the Evil Dragon Star, the one traveling this time became Wu Yong Martial Saint.

"Fang Xing, he broke through to the Martial Saint level in his fifties, he is truly a genius..."

Wu Yong looked at Fang Xing's resume with an incomprehensible expression on his face: "During college, did you kill your mentor Wei Shentong?... Xiao Wu Sheng is a rising star in our department. Although he is stuck at the Wu Sheng mark, he has been unable to break through.

, but with his Vajra body, once he breaks through, he will become a powerful martial saint. Now that he is dead, there will be nothing left..."

With the Federation's technology, it is certainly possible to clone another Wei Shentong easily.

But it is hard to say whether the other party can cultivate to the Vajra state again.

What's more, it requires a lot of resource investment, which seems very cost-effective.

Moreover, cloning is not resurrection.

Therefore, even high-level powerful people are truly dead when they die.

"It's my turn to review this time. It's a very strange thing... No one from our faction is making efforts, so it's other factions who want to fish in troubled waters?"

A gleam of light flashed in Wu Yong's seemingly cloudy old eyes.

It is naturally extraordinary that he can cultivate to the level of Martial Saint. Although this kind of task is claimed to be randomly arranged by the 'all-knowing brain', whoever believes it is stupid.

"Do you want me to weigh in on the newly promoted Martial Saint? It's really... interesting."

The joints on Wu Yong's palm crackled, with a hint of anticipation.

…

"The federal prosecutor is coming?"

On White Bird Star, Fang Xing also obtained this news from various channels.

"It feels like it's not for that flesh and blood offspring."

He sighed deeply and rubbed his eyebrows.

However, this is a routine temptation and should not be responded to too harshly.

"It seems that your factory has attracted a lot of people's attention."

Nangong Xue was beside him and took off his glasses: "How about it? Do you want to kill that person?"

"What are you losing your mind about? That's a Martial Saint."

Fang Xing glared at Nangong Xue.

The sword master of Nine Swords Academy has something wrong with his brain.

"That's really boring..."

Nangong Xue yawned, put on her glasses, and suddenly turned into an earthy school girl again, sealing her charm.

…

A few hours later.

Star River Island.

A spaceship that looked like a black dragon docked slowly.

The spaceship door opened automatically, and a figure walked down, it was Wu Yong!

"Wu Wusheng, welcome!"

Fang Xing greeted him with a smile on his face.

"Fang Wusheng!"

Wu Yong also showed a smile and took the initiative to reach out.

The two sides held their hands together, and the void seemed to be shaken!

‘A show of force?’

Feeling the powerful force coming from his palm, Fang Xing smiled slightly and started to circulate the mystery of fire.

Click!

The ear-piercing sound of bone cracking was heard.

Wu Yong's expression changed, and he withdrew his palm without leaving a trace, while his heart stirred up a storm: 'How old is he... to actually be able to defeat me?'

Through this time of joining hands, Wu Yong knew that he was definitely no match for Fang Xing.

Among ancient martial arts, there is a way to differentiate between superior and inferior by joining hands.

The grip just now made him know that if it was a life and death fight, he might be beaten to death by Fang Xing!

When I think about my own age and the age of the other person, I suddenly feel like I have lived my entire life like a dog.

"Wu Wusheng please... I have prepared a banquet."

Fang Xing had a smile on his face, as if he was not the one who had committed the murder just now.

"Um."

Wu Yong nodded in agreement.

For Wu Sheng's physical recovery ability, the bone fracture is not a big deal, he has almost recovered.

At this time, I weighed it in my mind and immediately quit.

'If this Fang Xing is very weak, maybe I can force the factory to be inspected... As for now? Let's get business done.'

The upper echelons of the federation do things like spring breeze and rain, with a lot of unspoken rules.

It's like this time when I received the mission, I didn't mention anything about the mecha factory at all.
To be continued...