With three consecutive sentences, three S-class heavyweight mechas were launched.

When Vice Admiral Wilcox finally finished speaking, the stunned crowd dared not respond.

His heart was filled with irrepressible anger, and these politicians just happened to hit the muzzle.

"...They’ve arrived."

Councilman Link murmured.

"Yes, they’ve arrived, that group of madmen loyal to the nation yet unlawful, stopping violence while idolizing it."

The Vice Admiral coldly surveyed the crowd’s reactions and spoke just as coldly.

"Three S-class mechas... A force enough to overturn the strategic structure of a planet, and they just came so lightly." Gaoling Ting sat in his chair, looking down at the light screen as he murmured to himself.

"Yes, and for some reason, no one from the Three Great Families is present. Anyone who thinks they can replace them, step up and intercept."

"If possible, it would be best to blow that mecha up in mid-air."

The pure politicians listened to Vice Admiral Wilcox’s calm questioning, yet had no words to refute.

"Disperse." Wilfred Ralph, the Vice Councilman, said in a low voice, putting an end to the briefest of discussions.

"But if I am to restore the government’s dignity, General, you must refrain from meddling too much."

The Vice Councilman looked at the Vice Admiral’s three-dimensional projection, facing off against him.

"If you can secure benefits from the Capital Star, I’ll gladly step aside."

All of Blue Capital Star’s high-end military power was exposed, yet the aloof Destiny Weapon was concealed like a god descended from heaven, a squad of three S-class mechas and a super battleship unit.

The Military Department couldn’t fathom the consequences of offending this squad.

If the Federation experienced turmoil starting from Blue Capital Star and the Fourth Star District, it would be a complete joke. The century-old hereditary aristocrats of the Senate would tear these people to pieces and feed them to the pigs.

This mysterious squad, with a legacy of several centuries under the same codename, comprised generations of S-class members possessing unimaginable privileges and power at the pinnacle of the era.

If the Flying Dragon were truly provoked, today’s incident would indeed become catastrophic.

Thankfully, it was merely the Tang family.

This was a shared perspective formed at the same moment by both the Vice Councilman and the Vice Admiral.

"Let them through!"

A commanding voice echoed through the empty conference hall.

A decisive conclusion.

...

...

The Thunderhawk made Mu Fan distinctly feel the seamless connection between his body and the mecha.

This was truly a naturally compatible mecha!

When the fleet in the sky spread apart, the final taut string in Mu Fan’s heart finally loosened.

He had won the gamble.

"Bald Ruan has contacted the Flying Dragon. The S-squad is now stationed at the entrance of Dingchuan Academy."

Black suddenly interjected lightly, instantly making Mu Fan realize,

It turned out that from the moment he boarded the Thunderhawk, this makeshift teacher had already prepared all the contingencies for him.

"It’s just that the bald one’s situation seems unfavorable, currently surrounded and unable to leave." Black spoke again while removing all controls under "GOD" from the light computers.

When the Thunderhawk slowly rose from the encirclement of the fleet and was about to disappear beneath the clouds... a pair of purple, majestic eyes just came into view.

Live broadcast, interrupted.

"Huh?"

"I XXXX, couldn’t calm the anger even after saying it twenty times."

"Cutting the live stream, you cruel idiots!"

The entire network was filled with rage, feeling as if they had been deceived.

Forced to watch from the beginning, engrossed by the middle, only to be forcibly removed at the end.

Was the government toying with them?

What worried them the most was where the Thunderhawk, on the verge of breaking through the encirclement, would go next?

With such a large setup, how would the government handle it?

These questions could have been answered.

When the signal was suddenly cut, the officials at the Planet Defense Department were nearly moved to tears.

"Did it leave?"

Upon the superior’s inquiry, several staff members typed furiously as a torrent of data flashed across the light screen.

"Report, sir, it should have... left."

Then this group gave such an answer, looking mournful but not daring to speak boldly.

They couldn’t help it; the psychological impact left by GOD was just too huge.

"Then it’s gone!"

The Defense Minister repeated to himself with sudden decisiveness, then grabbed the microphone before him and slammed his hand heavily on the console.

So all the people on the planet once again saw the seemingly authoritative brown face.

"Hello everyone, I am Muhammad Asim, head of Blue Capital Star’s Defense Department. The planetary exercise ends here, thank you for watching, and we hope our military exercise activity has not affected the lives of Blue Capital Star’s people."

"Lastly, I hope everyone continues to support the Federation government, goodbye!"

The screen faded to black...

Countless people looked at each other in astonishment.

Eyes filled with a furious sense of insult to their intelligence.

"Go to hell with your Federation, this was an exercise?"

"Are you kidding me? I’m right in Zhongjing City."

"If I had to choose between you being stupid or me, I’d put a gun to your head and make you yell you’re an idiot."

Numerous expletives directed at Officer Asim abounded at this moment.

After putting down the communication microphone, Muhammad Asim wiped away non-existent sweat, internally cursing in frustration.

Whoever wants to handle the following matters can do so, he won’t bother anymore.

He was going to report to the Planet Councilman.

...

With the satellite broadcast cut off, the Thunderhawk ascended into the skies under the gaze of only hundreds of people.

Mu Fan cast his gaze towards Dingchuan Academy, the Thunderhawk’s wings spread lightly, instantaneously transforming into a stream of light across the horizon.

However, no one noticed a simple Sky Communication message, sent through an ordinary yet highly concealed channel, directly to the center of the universe - the Capital Star.

In the Capital Star, atop the majestic Mosibai Mountain dome, inside the grand Floating City, Sigler Palma stood with purple pupils, his hands held behind him.

"As expected, the unruly S-squad."

The tall and handsome Sigler Palma pondered for a moment with a smile on his lips.

"Start with the unique Death Exemption Tokens of the two."

Sigler Palma said without turning back, with the rustling of records being made behind him.

"Clothes need to be peeled layer by layer."

"Yes, sir."

Behind him, a voluptuous blonde woman tightly clad in a military uniform responded warmly, her ample thighs pressed together. Her drooping, fair face shimmered with alluring temptation.

...

"At the perfect moment, something many wanted but dared not to do was done. The seed was planted, the essential water poured."

"Now, we wait to see it... quietly sprout."

"Do those hereditary aristocrats of the Senate, twenty light-years away, still remain unaffected by this news?"

"Hehe."

Amid light laughter, in the quiet and spacious hall, an arm elegantly raised a half-cup of warm coffee.

Then downed it in one go.

"Mu Cang."

"Here."

"Arrange Mountain Mist Association matters soon, I’m going to do something interesting. Living in such tumultuous times, something must be done."

"The Mountain Master is wise."

"Always flattering, but I like it. Hahaha..."

Joyful laughter echoed as the Mountain Master got up and walked away.

Only the lingering durian scent remained, drifting in the air...