But he never reacted to this kind of news. Who Lucas was with was his own choice, and it didn't stir any emotion in Chris.

But now Chris suddenly cares. What right does Lucas have to hurt Jora? If he can't keep his promise, why did he make it in the first place?

Chris's brows furrowed slowly, his fingers gently stroking the boy's face without applying the slightest pressure. He took Qingyun's hand and gently squeezed the boy's round, adorable fingertips.

Why do you still dream about him and smile so happily even though he betrayed you?

Another strange emotion began to grow in Chris's heart, spreading like wildfire and instantly taking over his entire heart.

Chris was puzzled, but after thinking for a moment, he defined it as anger at Lucas's betrayal.

Chris sighed silently. The emotions that had surged within him these past few days far exceeded the sum total of all the emotions he had experienced in his entire life. Was it all because he had just happened to meet the boy?

The strength and beauty displayed by the boy were indeed like a cool spring flowing through Chris's heart, which had been suffering greatly these days.

But the pain Chris inflicted on him only intensified the torment in his heart.

Chris touched the boy's slightly furrowed brow with his fingertips, then abandoned all other thoughts and used his mental power to create a powerful protective shield around the boy, silencing the mental shock device.

The transmission cable couldn't be unplugged, otherwise Jorah would have to endure the pain again when it was reconnected. The shocker also couldn't be turned off, otherwise it would leave a mark. This was the only way Chris could create a better sleeping environment for the boy.

Qingyun was completely bewildered. What did this mean? Was this man not going to leave? How could he repair his body while being protected by such powerful spiritual energy?

Chris naturally couldn't spend all his time on Qingyun. He stayed for two hours, then restored the interrogation room to its original state and left.

As soon as Chris stepped out of the interrogation room, his gentle aura vanished as if it were an illusion.

He slipped silently into a corner, and after days of investigation, he finally had a general idea of ​​the location where the gene chips were stored.

He must complete the task quickly.

The Federation has failed once again.

The second failure enraged Lucas, who angrily said to Kossie, "Chris is definitely the problem. He's been acting like a madman today, personally piloting his mech and chasing after me!"

"If he was an emotionless robot before, today he is a raging lion! We need to get the Third Legion to reinforce us."

Kossie was both amused and exasperated. While processing the messages from the front lines, he said to Lucas, "Lucas, calm down. Chris isn't angry. You're overthinking it."

After speaking, he lowered his eyes to hide the thoughtful look in them. Chris had indeed been acting strangely today, making even someone like him, who had initially suspected Chris's defection was an act, somewhat doubtful. Could it be that Chris truly harbored an inexplicable hatred for the Federation?

Suddenly, a message interrupted Cauchy's thoughts: "We have news of Dr. Ramirez!"

"What? Where is he? Has he gone back to the Federation?" Lucas exclaimed in surprise as he rushed over.

The loss of the gene chip and the threat of the flamingo gene weapon hung like a dark cloud over the Federation. Despite the Federation's best efforts, the news could not be suppressed, and a silent panic spread throughout the Federation.

The news that Dr. Ramil's starship had been hijacked was like a thunderclap, making the storm even more terrifying.

Receiving news from Dr. Ramirez is undoubtedly the best news of all.

“The doctor said…” Upon reading Dr. Ramirez’s message, Kossie’s face immediately darkened. “He said he is safe now, but he is not planning to return to the Federation for the time being.”

"Because he's going to save people!"

Chris was unaware that Dr. Ramirez had embarked on another self-destructive journey. To be precise, his mind was currently blank, and only in this way could he ensure his rational behavior.

Because the boy's torture is about to begin again.

These days, the space pirates have been torturing Jorah in every possible way, as if watching the boy suffer is their greatest pleasure after the war.

For Chris, the executioner who personally inflicted pain on Jora, this was the time he most wanted to escape. He even wished he could switch places with the boy so he wouldn't have to endure the inner torment.

Fortunately, the quiet time he spent with the boy gave Chris comfort; otherwise, he didn't know if he could have made it through.

Once you hear the boy's beautiful singing voice for the first time, Chris can't control his steps and always finds himself walking to the interrogation room door.

Every day, as much as he wanted to escape during the executions, he longed to see the boy in private.

How is he today? Can he hold on?

Does he hate me even more now?

Over the course of their time together, Chris learned about many of the boy's little habits.

When Jorah was in great pain, he would hum softly, but no matter how much pain he was in, his singing was always pure and innocent, without a trace of hatred.

Jorah was extremely clean, and what bothered him more than his injuries was that he hadn't showered for three or four days.

Jorah would wrinkle his nose and mutter curses at him, but he couldn't come up with anything really vicious. He would just keep going around in circles with the words "traitor" and "despicable guy".

Jorah would secretly miss someone, and the thought of him would bring a cute smile to her face, which made Chris inexplicably anxious.

Jorah would envy his powerful physique, secretly longing to one day possess such a 3S-class body, but Chris only wanted to tell him that he was already strong enough...

Jorah...

In just a few days, Jorah's image in Chris's mind was completely overturned. He had mistakenly thought Jorah was a weak Omega who could only hide behind others, but now Chris had to admit with admiration that even though the boy's body was extremely weak, he was a strong man.

Admiration, emotion, heartache—a complex mix of feelings swirled within Chris. He even resorted to self-hypnosis to maintain his composure, lest Yarlen notice anything amiss.

After winning several matches in a row, a very pleased Yabron sat down in a chair and tossed two vials of reagents to Chris: "Here, I brought some good stuff. These are a perfect match for this whip."