Shadows of the Deep Space-Chapter 870 - 395: Omens (5-in-1)

In the Interstellar Cruise Ship·Light Dimension Central Control Room.

Dehaka leaned back in the command chair, his tense expression relaxed, and his face was full of extreme fatigue.

Finally survived the edge of death.

At this moment, the scanning device displayed one green dot after another.

The operator saw this and immediately reported to Dehaka.

"Captain, we’ve scanned the Federation’s rescue fleet."

Upon hearing this, Dehaka immediately issued an order.

"Quickly organize personnel to assist the damaged Level 5 Battleship·Glory and recover the battlefield aftermath."

"Understood!"

"Simultaneously broadcast and notify everyone, tell the passengers the crisis is over!"

"Yes!"

The operator responded immediately.

...

Over an hour later.

In the hangar.

Su Ming, Hilis, and Olissa stood together, watching mechas being dragged back in damaged condition.

"How tragic."

Olissa said with some emotion.

"That’s how war is; this is already a comparatively good outcome. If we lost, that would have been the real nightmare."

Su Ming replied with a calm expression.

"That’s right."

Hilis agreed.

Just then, a roar came from the side.

"Joter! Where is my mecha?"

Upon hearing the wailing, Su Ming and the others turned their heads to look.

Hogya, losing all composure, was angrily questioning Joter. freewebnσvel.cøm

Joter replied helplessly.

"It was swallowed by a monster. There wasn’t anything I could do; if I didn’t escape, I would’ve died."

"Bastard, that mecha is worth more than your life."

"You can’t say that."

"It’s over, I’m totally ruined, 100 billion gone!"

Hogya lamented bitterly.

Those around who witnessed this scene shook their heads helplessly.

Though that Fake V Generation Mecha performed poorly, no matter how poor it was, it was still a Fake V Generation Mecha, and the price reflects that.

At this moment, two mechas carried in the Fourth Generation Mecha·Thunder Guard.

Seeing Thunder Guard retrieved, Su Ming, feeling some fatigue, spoke to Hilis and Olissa.

"Things are mostly settled, I’m a bit tired, heading back to rest first."

"Alright, Mr. Su Ming, thank you for your efforts."

Hilis nodded politely in response.

"Mm."

Su Ming then turned and left.

....

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The next day, in the afternoon.

Su Ming lay asleep on the bed; the wristband occasionally buzzed.

Buzz buzz.

Su Ming’s eyelids slightly twitched, groggily opening his eyes, then raised his wristband to take a look.

Inside the wristband were several missed communications and numerous messages.

Most of these messages were sent by Cheng Hui through the family group chat.

Su Ming came to his senses and opened the messages to read them.

"Nephew Su Ming, how are you?"

"Say something!"

"Are you okay? Need me to find you a doctor?"

"Nephew, reply quickly; I’m worried sick!"

...

Su Ming was momentarily stunned as he read the messages, then checked the time: it was already 3 PM the next day, and he’d slept for a whole day and night.

He quickly called Cheng Hui back.

The call was connected almost instantly, and Cheng Hui’s voice sounded through the wristband.

"Nephew Su Ming, you finally called back, are you alright?"

"I’m fine, just too tired, so I slept a little longer."

Su Ming replied wearily.

"Glad to hear that. Miss Xilis and Miss Olissa came looking for you early in the morning. They couldn’t get a response from knocking on your door, so they came to me instead."

"Sorry."

"It’s alright, it’s alright; Miss Xilis and the others are still here. Do you want to come by too?"

Cheng Hui asked with a cheerful smile.

"Okay, I’ll head over shortly."

With that, Su Ming hung up the phone.

He got out of bed, went to the bathroom to freshen up, then changed into a casual shirt and left.

A moment later.

Su Ming arrived at the weapon exhibition area and immediately saw his company’s booth bustling with a crowd of spectators.

He then walked toward his family’s booth.

"Nephew Su Ming, you finally came."

Cheng Hui was delighted to see Su Ming and approached happily.

"Mm, Sixth Uncle, why are there so many people here?"

Su Ming asked, puzzled.

"Of course, it’s thanks to you. You became famous after yesterday’s battle; these people all came because of your reputation, specifically to find you and look at the mecha. Originally, I hadn’t sold a single Thunder Guard, but now I’ve sold many over yesterday and today."

Cheng Hui laughed heartily.

At this time, several guests saw Su Ming and excitedly approached.

"Mr. Su Ming, you are amazing, can I take a photo with you?"

"Uh, no problem."

Su Ming was slightly stunned but agreed.

"Great!"

Numerous guests excitedly gathered to take pictures.

Click!

The flashlights kept flickering.

At this moment, a middle-aged woman with long black hair, dressed in a black uniform, holding flowers, approached.

"Mr. Su Ming, I’m Dolly, the deputy captain representing the Light Dimension. Thank you very much for your assistance in the crisis, and I offer our sincere gratitude on behalf of the Light Dimension."

Dolly handed the flowers to Su Ming, expressing her gratitude.

"You’re too kind."

Su Ming responded modestly.

"Also, these two cards: one is our Guangwei Group VIP card, which grants you all VIP services; the other is a Black Card from Morris Interstellar Bank, presented especially to Mr. Su Ming."

Dolly proceeded to hand over two cards to Su Ming.

"Thank you."

Su Ming accepted them courteously.

At this moment, the surrounding guests, witnessing this, shouted with even more excitement.

"Mr. Su Ming, take a photo with us please."

Seeing the number of people wanting photos increase, Cheng Hui stepped forward with a hearty smile and said.

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