"The previous commander?"

Luo Yuan's lively expression seemed to freeze for a moment.

"Are you asking about... Commander Lu?"

Lu Sirang, former commander of the Fourth Fleet.

"What kind of person is he?" Shen Que asked.

"Hmm..." Luo Yuan blinked, "Why are you asking him?"

"Let me find out." Shen Que said casually, "I've heard Pei Ji mention it once or twice."

"The admiral is actually willing to mention him to you." Luo Yuan tilted his head, and the ahoge on his head swayed.

"I don't know what he looks like from a commander's perspective, but..."

Luo Yuan's eyes darkened, and his rising tone became heavy.

"I don't like him."

"Why?" Shen Que didn't even frown.

The setting sun gradually sank, and the warmth of the day disappeared bit by bit.

Luo Yuan still had the same expression, his eyes, which were naturally fond of smiling, were slightly curved, but at this moment, there was no trace of a smile in them.

He squinted his eyes and looked at Chen Que for a while, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

"Shen Que, you are a good commander."

"The First Fleet's casualty rate has always been the lowest among the seven fleets."

"But you know what?"

He opened his eyes, and there was a dark light in them.

"Some commanders don't treat individual soldiers as human beings."

Stars appeared on the deep blue sky with a touch of crimson, emitting a cool light.

Luo Yuan still looked like he was smiling. "To them, individual soldiers are just parts of war, chess pieces in a plot, but not individuals."

"As long as we can win, it doesn't matter how many die."

"Lu Sirang is an Omega and a commander, and he has greater decision-making power within the fleet than any individual soldier of the same rank."

He paused.

"He's also the Admiral's first partner."

Luo Yuan's smile was a little sad.

"The Admiral definitely wasn't bad to him." He raised his right hand and pointed to his palm. "He saved him."

"But you know what he said?"

Shen Que looked at Luo Yuan's palm, as if he could see the hideous wound on Pei Ji's palm through him.

The fingertips hanging at the sides rubbed subconsciously.

He heard Luo Yuan slowly speak:

"Pei Ji, can this little injury be considered an injury?"

…

[Can this minor injury be considered an injury? ]

Lying on the soft big bed in Shen Xing Palace, Shen Que looked at the ruby ​​chandelier above his head and suddenly said, "Tomorrow, I won't go to the black factory with you."

Pei Ji, who was making an appointment with "I'm Not Hard at All" to repair the mecha, paused.

Shen Que said, "I can't stand you being in contact with that Omega."

Pei Ji sneered: "So?"

Shen Que said calmly: "If you have any progress, please send it to me in time."

Pei Ji threw the terminal away, lay down with his back to Chen Que, and said angrily, "Okay! I'll send you all our intimate photos one by one!"

Sighing silently, Shen Que turned to face Pei Ji's broad back and reached out to touch his taut muscles.

Familiar pheromones lingered and caressed his cheek, as if to lull him to sleep.

He slowly curled up and put his nose against Pei Ji's back.

"Don't get hurt."

He repeated softly.

"Don't get hurt."

…

The next day, at the Heisai Factory.

A light card slapped against the registration counter, and the staff looked up at the sound.

I saw a beautiful sister with long golden curly hair and delicate face standing in front of me.

In stark contrast to her eye-catching appearance, she was wearing light overalls, construction gloves, and carrying a heavy spare parts bag.

"I'm here to repair the mecha. Please help me register."

The beautiful sister lifted her long hair, and her action naturally revealed a charming and attractive temperament.

"Oh!" The staff member withdrew his stunned gaze and said to himself, "This leather is really well made," while registering.

"...I'm not suffering at all. Are you a mecha pilot? Here, this is your terminal."

"Thank you."

Xingyao picked up the terminal and walked into the Heisai factory.

This is not his first time here. Most of the mechas on the dark web are sold to black factories, and after-sales repairs are also common.

He skillfully entered the elevator, went down to the third floor, and headed to the preparation area for the Samsung players.

When passing by the peripheral sales area, he was suddenly attracted by a row of small gadgets.

Xingyao stopped, picked up a fluffy pink mecha doll on the counter, and looked at it carefully.

This look... this shape...

It looks like the mecha he designed!

The service robot in the sales area quickly came over.

[Hey guys, this is the hottest selling merchandise this season: a mecha doll with a Sad Cat head! Only 200 Star Coins each!]

Sad cat head?

Xingyao opened her eyes slightly and looked at the counter filled with pink mecha dolls, pink cat ears, and cat tails...

Many fans were crowding in front of the counter, trying on the cat ears: "This is a perfect match for the princess! I love it!"

"Is the Sad Cat Head famous?" he asked the service robot in surprise.

A fan nearby heard his question and screamed, "Her Royal Highness is the most popular contestant in the Samsung District right now!"

“He’s so handsome!”

Several fans surrounded Xingyao.

"Look! This is his game video!"

"He defeated the number one in the two-star zone in just one minute!"

"It only took a week to reach three stars! If it weren't for the matchmaking system's sanctions, it would have been even faster!"

"So powerful?"

Xingyao's eyes lit up as she watched the mecha she designed on the light screen instantly strangle the opposing player, and her emotions suddenly became high.

My dear, there is more to this chapter. Please click on the next page to continue reading. It will be even more exciting later!