"Again!" In the boxing ring, Song Xia fell to the ground and got up countless times, as if he couldn't feel the pain. Even the two coaches who accompanied him were starting to feel overwhelmed.

However, since they were being challenged to come back, they couldn't back down, so they kept throwing punches until Song Xia was exhausted.

"You've improved a lot," the coach said, panting. "Your current strength is comparable to that of an ordinary soldier."

Song Xia sat on the ground, drinking her nutritional supplement without any regard for her image: "Starting tomorrow, I won't be coming anymore."

The coach knew she hadn't come to training for no reason, so he added with some concern, "If you have any questions about combat, you can ask me on the StarNet anytime."

"Hmm." Song Xia casually dried her hair, then changed her clothes and went home. The fighter jets and weapons had already been purchased on the black market and placed in the star system closest to the pirates' home planet. Now all she had to do was make contact with those pirates. She remembered that the pirate group Ye'er belonged to in her previous life was the Fog Sea Pirate Group, and the current leader of the Fog Sea Pirate Group was a man named Roger.

To avoid being discovered and captured by the Federation's legions, most pirate groups do not have fixed residences. However, the top five are different. They own their own star systems and are heavily guarded by soldiers and weapons, making it difficult for even a Federation legion to capture them.

Because of their tight defenses and heavy weaponry, entering their territory is extremely difficult.

Song Xia chose to enter through the fighting arena. People who live on the edge generally enjoy violent and exciting activities. Fighting not only has a violent aesthetic, but it can also attract a large number of gamblers. Pirates usually burn, kill, and plunder for a momentary surge of adrenaline. Especially when a seemingly weak beauty like her enters the fighting arena, she will attract even more attention.

It wasn't until three days after Song Xia left the capital star that Ling Wenying was sure she was really gone, and then she hurriedly informed Ling Chengrong of the news.

"Father, we must stop Aunt Song. It's too dangerous for her to contact those pirates alone."

Ling Chengrong's face was full of anger: "Why did you stop her? She doesn't know her place, and she wants me to use military force on my own?"

Ling Wenying argued with him: "But if you hadn't been silent for so long, would Aunt Song have gone alone? Father, have you been seriously looking for our little brother? How come there's been no news for so many days? They kidnapped our little brother, they must want to make some deal with you, could it just be to make you sad?"

Ling Chengrong did not reply, nor did he mention that the pirates had contacted him. What could he say? Should he say that he refused? That would only make Wen Bang and Wen Ying even less understanding of him. Although he was the marshal of the First Legion, he was still subject to many restrictions. He couldn't sacrifice the interests of the Federation to save a five-year-old child, and there was no guarantee that he would be able to succeed.

"Wenying, all you need to know is that I have never given up on Wenye."

"But how do I know if you used all your strength? If it were me or my brother who were kidnapped, would you still be as calm as you are now?"

“You are all my children. Even so, I cannot exchange the interests of the Federation for you.”

"Father, are you feeling guilty?" As the favored one, Ling Wenying knew him all too well. "Father, you have disappointed me greatly. Aunt Song may be in danger at any time, yet you are not worried at all. You should know that it was because of you that my younger brother was kidnapped!"

Watching his daughter turn and leave, Ling Chengrong felt utterly abandoned by everyone. Who could see things from his perspective? Didn't he want to save Wenye? Didn't he want Song Xia to feel at ease? It was those pirates who made unreasonable demands, asking him to betray the Federation—that was absolutely impossible.

After thinking for a moment, he summoned his assistant: "Go and find out what Madam has been doing and where she has been lately. Be quick about it."

"Yes, Marshal."

After instructing his deputy, he contacted the Song family. The Song family had a huge business in interstellar space, and in some areas, even the legions couldn't reach them. But businessmen could travel to various star systems for profit, and their sources of information were often wider than those of the legions.

The Song family quickly responded: "Marshal Ling, rest assured, we will find that unfilial daughter Song Xia as soon as possible and send her back to your side."

Ling Chengrong paused for a moment: "Don't make things difficult for her. If she really doesn't want to come back, just protect her safety."

"Marshal Ling, you are truly magnanimous."

After hanging up the phone, Ling Chengrong gave a bitter laugh. Magnificent? It seemed that he had indeed wronged Song Xia and Wen Ye over the years; he was the one who had let them down.

In the fighting arena, Song Xia, dressed in a form-fitting outfit, waited to enter. When she first arrived at the arena on this planet and said she wanted to fight, no one took her seriously. It wasn't until she said she could sign a waiver of life and death and challenge the most popular fighter in the arena that she was granted an entry ticket.

After all, there are very few women in the fighting arena, especially beautiful women. They sign a death waiver, so if they die on stage, it has nothing to do with the fighting arena. They can also attract a lot of popularity for this, so why not?

Thanks to effective promotion, the fighting arena was exceptionally lively today. Before entering, Song Xia checked the casino's win/loss odds and then invested all her liquid cash in her own account. She reasoned that if she died, any money she had would be useless, so she might as well invest it all, since winning would mean making a fortune.

"Let's welcome today's beautiful fighter, Xia Song." Amid cheers, Song Xia calmly entered the arena. The audience cheered even louder when they saw her face, because she was even more beautiful and had a better figure than the placard girl.

The host introduced her to everyone: "Xia Song is challenging Tver for the first time in our fighting arena. What makes her so confident?"

After he finished speaking, boos began to rise, because Tver was currently the hottest fighter in this arena, having maintained a record of seven undefeated matches. Moreover, those who had fought him before were often seriously injured or killed. Therefore, many people were also feeling sorry for Song Xia, lamenting the loss of such a beautiful woman.

"Now welcome our Tver! Where are the cheers?"

As the strong figure appeared, the cheers seemed to break through the fighting arena. Although Tver's odds were low today, most people still placed their bets on him, and no one believed that Song Xia, with such a huge gap in skill, could win.

What no one knew was that Song Xia had been studying Tver for five days. She watched the videos of every fight repeatedly and then learned fighting techniques to counter Tver in the system space. Although the two were of vastly different strengths, she was confident that if she could not even defeat Tver in front of her, how could she go to find Ye'er?

Tver's gaze toward Song Xia was extremely aggressive and bloodthirsty, and chants of "Tear her apart!" echoed from the audience. Song Xia took a deep breath and walked onto the stage with a resolute look in her eyes.