The atmosphere in the interstellar court was extremely tense.
Everyone stared at Han Ling, waiting for his answer.
The only written record in the journal proves that he is a male insect.
However, his tail hook was not visible in the photo.
Han Ling originally wanted to quickly shake her head in denial and distance herself from the male insect.
But feeling the blatant, burning gazes around him, he became afraid.
If he dares to deny it, he'll probably be stripped naked in court.
At that time, the tail hook at the waist will also be fully exposed.
Swallowing hard, Han Ling nodded nervously.
"Yes, I am a male insect."
The next second.
Han Ling was surrounded by interstellar prison guards.
His hair stood on end; he could already feel the female insects breathing.
"Please raise your hands so we can check if you have a tail hook. If you are impersonating a male, you will be sentenced to 80 years in prison."
A deep, magnetic murmur echoed in my ears.
Han Ling rubbed his numb ears, and then, taking advantage of a moment when no one was looking, quickly pulled out the long, thin tail hook from his waist.
"Uh, haha, you don't need to do it, I'll do it myself."
He grabbed a section of the tail hook, spread it out for everyone to see, and was extremely nervous.
He got nervous, and the tail hook moved along with it.
Fearing that a female insect might actually touch and inspect the tail hook, Han Ling deliberately pulled down her waistband, letting the protective pants hang loosely on her pubic bone.
Her fair and slender waist, as well as the tailbone connecting to her tail hook, were clearly visible.
"Gulp."
Han Ling heard dozens of sounds of swallowing saliva around him.
The interstellar prison guards around them looked disappointed: Sigh! They thought they would be able to inspect it themselves.
Han Ling revealed his male insect identity, and all the female insects around him automatically retreated a meter away.
This is the distance stipulated by interstellar law.
[When encountering a non-partner male insect, any female insect should maintain a distance of at least 1 meter from you.]
Normally, the female insects might not abide by this law, but this is an interstellar court.
Facing numerous complex gazes, Han Ling discreetly pulled up his trousers, gripped his waistband, and asked:
"Ahem, are there any other questions now?"
The interstellar prison guard who had just spoken to him smiled slightly:
"Your Excellency, we have already notified the Male Insect Protection Association. Until the association's people arrive, I'm afraid you will need to stay on the prison planet for a while."
Han Ling nodded without changing his expression:
"Okay, I understand."
Han Ling's appearance caused the surrounding whispers to gradually grow louder.
Ahhh! He's so well-behaved!
—I have a nosebleed, what's this? Is this a dimple on my lower back?
Wow, your waist looks so smooth and supple!
Why aren't my pants falling down? Disappointing!
—Oh no, does anyone have some tissues? My nose is really bleeding. I've been playing a game lately, and I've unlocked so many positions; my imagination is really getting excited.
—This is simply the most perfect curve!
The lewd remarks of the female insects around him made Han Ling uneasy.
He glanced at the chair but didn't dare to sit down.
This chair has no backrest; once you sit down, your pants will probably become low-rise pants.
The three butterfly clan members opposite them also showed expressions of astonishment.
What? This insect is actually a male!
They were somewhat regretful, regretting that they weren't on the warship and had discovered it sooner. If they had discovered it earlier and acted sooner, even getting a piece of the evidence would have been better!
The interstellar prison guard, who was searching for evidence of the crime, returned to the Butterfly Clan and continued searching the notes, muttering to himself:
"It's excessive to take so many photos of you."
Under the watchful eyes of numerous female insects, Han Ling leaned against the wall, fiddling with his personal terminal.
He calmed the employees' anxiety in the company's large group chat.
[Chairman]: Everyone, don't worry, our game will be fine.
[Chairman]: Focus on your work and don't slack off. The company will not be dissolved.
...
An hour later.
The prison guards at the interstellar prison are still searching for evidence of crimes committed in previous years.
Han Ling received another meeting invitation from the Interstellar Court on time.
Upon seeing the call invitation, Han Ling suddenly stood up straight.
He quietly pulled his pants down a little further, to the point where they were practically about to burst.
The tail hook placed on the chair also began to shake violently, as if afraid no one would notice.
This video concerns a business worth tens of billions; he has to go all out to keep the game running!
The video call was just connected.
The male insect protection association members sitting in the courtroom saw his slender, fair waist and the swaying black tail hook chain.
"hiss!"
A collective gasp filled the room.
The voice had already reached Han Ling through the quantum computer.
Han Ling covered the smile on her lips and pretended to be nonchalant as she said:
"Oh, sorry, the video location is slightly incorrect."
He adjusted the angle of the quantum computer upwards and reduced its size so that his entire body could be displayed on the screen.
"I am Han Ling, from the Male Insect Protection Association. What are you going to sue me for?"
Han Ling's appearance was revealed, and chaos erupted once again on the other side of the meeting.
Black! Black hair, black eyes!
It's actually the male insect with two black bodies!
This is the purest male insect!
In nature, the best insects are all black, representing their extremely strong survival ability.
This is also reflected in the Zerg.
Male insects with black hair and black eyes are extremely rare.
Other Zerg players might not know this.
But the Male Insect Protection Association specializes in studying these things.
They stared at Han Ling, their eyes burning with desire.
If Han Ling were with them, his hair would probably have been sucked into a mango pit by now.
After a long while, a female insect finally introduced herself:
"Lord Han Ling, I am a Level 3 leader of the Male Insect Protection Association. I would like to ask if, in the game 'Charge! Top Male Insect Lord,' there are multiple male insects entering their climax period together with female insects..."
Before he could finish speaking, Han Ling frowned and interrupted him:
"Is that not allowed? These are my fantasies, are they illegal?"
The team leader broke out in a cold sweat.
"There might be some misunderstanding here. We didn't know you were a male insect before... If you are a male insect, and the storyline of this game was designed by you, then it's perfectly acceptable."
Han Ling raised her chin:
"You should have already collected and investigated my information, right? Every word of this game script was painstakingly typed out by me. I just wanted to write a 1v5 scenario, so what?"
The team leader's lips twitched, and he nodded.
"Yes, we have investigated and found that you wrote the script yourself."
However, we also found that your residence is an F-class planet, and there is no record of habitation on Aphrodite. What is the reason for this?
Are you working so hard to earn credits because you're struggling financially? Don't worry, the Male Insect Protection Association will help you.
Upon hearing this, Han Ling slightly adjusted the position of his quantum computer, bringing the prison guards from the interstellar prison into the frame.
He stated firmly:
"These things seem to have nothing to do with you."
The interstellar prison guards have already called a female insect from the Male Insect Protection Association for me; they will take me back to Afro.
Seeing the interstellar prison guards and the familiar scene of the interstellar court, the female insects of the Male Insect Protection Association completely dispelled their doubts.
Han Ling wasn't lying; he really is the Male Insect Lord!
Ten minutes later.
Because of Han Ling's status as a male insect, the lawsuit ended exceptionally quickly.
Male Insect Protection Association, slid off on its knees.
Han Ling also exercised the privileges of a male insect.
[Information concerning male insects must not be easily disclosed.]
The details of this lawsuit are known only to those present and must not be disclosed.
After hanging up the call, Han Ling breathed a sigh of relief and sent a message within the company:
"Things are done, get back to work, everything's fine now."
After sending the message, Han Ling put away his personal terminal and breathed a sigh of relief.
The company survived!
But now he's going to be sent to Aphrodite. What will he do after that?
He rubbed his temples, feeling a headache coming on.
At this moment, the search for evidence of the Butterfly Clan's crimes also came to an end.
The interstellar prison guards have found all the evidence.
However, the evidence did not include the charge of "being instigated by others to kill the Zerg".
The interstellar prison guards explained helplessly:
"No evidence was found that they had any connection with the Flo Literary Society."
They appeared to have no connection whatsoever, and there was no evidence of a hired murder.
Han Ling thought of the time when the Flo Literature Club hacked his address, so he didn't make a fuss and nodded.
"Okay, I understand. So how many years will they be in prison in total?"
"He will serve a total of eight years, but if the Butterfly Clan behaves well, his sentence can be reduced and he can be released early."
Actually, it's better for them to stay in prison; at least they can learn some academic subjects and spacefaring knowledge, otherwise they'd be too stupid.
An interstellar prison guard handed over a piece of paper listing the sentences of three Butterfly Clan members.
Han Ling took it, glanced at it, and casually put it in his pocket.
He walked up to the three butterfly clan members and asked:
"I'll give each of you one million credits. Can you copy the diary from your personal terminal for me?"
Mingzhe and the others all have the habit of keeping a diary.
Han Ling wanted to preserve their diaries.
This is proof that they existed.
If the diary were left to these three butterfly clansmen, it would probably be formatted and disappear without a trace before long.
Upon hearing Han Ling's words, the Butterfly Clan members exchanged glances and nodded.
One of the butterfly clan members mustered up his courage and asked:
"Sir, do you like them? We are stronger than them."
Han Ling smiled slightly, a hint of sadness in her eyes:
"Because we've been through so much together, we've become so special."
A butterfly-like creature looked down at Han Ling and hummed a tune:
"I wish I could become the one you love in a fairy tale..."
He hummed only a short verse before stopping:
"I'm sorry, sir, but this is the only memory that remains in my genes."
Han Ling, her eyes red-rimmed, nodded slightly:
"I know, I understand, you are not him."
After copying the computer diary, Han Ling watched as the three Butterfly Clan members were taken away. He then pulled up his pants and walked out with a group of prison guards.
They left the Intergalactic Court and strolled through the streets of the prison planet.
Han Ling asked in confusion:
"Where will I stay for the next few days? Why not use public transportation?"
The interstellar prison guards touched their noses; they simply wanted to spend a little more time with His Excellency.
However, since you have asked, it means you must be tired.
An interstellar prison guard said:
"Sir, we've arrived here. You can call a taxi directly. Your accommodation has been arranged at..."
The interstellar prison guard hadn't finished speaking.
A sharp alarm suddenly blared in the air.
Everyone looked up and saw a cosmic-class warship appearing above the planet.
The warship broke through the clouds, revealing its full form.
[Second War Legion - White Scars].
A yellow and white spaceship makes a powerful landing on the prison planet.
Countless mobile units rapidly descended from the warships.
One of the white-haired female insects, with sharp eyes, spotted Han Ling's figure.
He chuckled:
"Found you, you sleeping fake female."
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