The Strong Female Lead Versus The Most Miserable Male Lead-Chapter 168 - Super Starship

Chapter 168: Chapter 168 Super Starship

Fu Yunhe piloted the flying device, following the route for small flying devices given by the navigation and parked in a designated area.

“The Transfer Station, more akin to a colossal rest point, had to ensure there were plenty of spots to park flying devices.”

As the two disembarked from the flying device, Fu Yunhe used his Light Computer at their parking spot to do something; with a beep, a transparent bubble appeared above their flying device.

“It will record my Light Computer ID; when we come back to retrieve it later, that’s when we’ll pay.”

Fu Yunhe nonchalantly operated everything, explaining each step as he went.

Nian Shutong followed behind, feeling a bit amused—Fu Yunhe wasn’t trying to hide anything about himself, it seemed.

Fu Yunhe appeared not to want to explain why someone who was a shut-in sickly person would be so familiar with everything about the Transfer Station.

Nian Shutong, following behind, didn’t wish to ask either, but she quietly kept up, keenly memorizing everything.

“Inside the Transfer Station, there are trading posts owned by the Royal Family, some restaurants, hotels, and various other shops—almost whatever you need can be found here.”

“We’re now going to check the timetable for the Super Starship, buy tickets, and be ready to depart at any moment.”

Nian Shutong followed Fu Yunhe out of the parking lot at the very edge of the Transfer Station, stunned and unable to compose herself once she emerged.

In the distance, a gigantic virtual screen displayed segments of the Insect Clan Battlefield.

Strange, motley Insect Race creatures of different sizes swarmed the screen; towering Mechas shining with a cold metallic hue like small hills; humans courageously fighting amid brilliant flashes that split the heavens.

Bloody and violent.

Cruel yet fervent.

This screen stood at the center of the entire Transfer Station so that it was visible from any entrance.

Surrounding the screen were countless buildings, intricately arranged, with light rail trains occasionally zooming through the middle and throngs of people boarding and alighting.

“Flying devices aren’t allowed here, hence the highly developed ground transport network.”

Nian Shutong nodded, catching up with Fu Yunhe’s stride again.

Watching his confident steps, never going astray, she wondered, could he be someone who had come from the battlefield?

Nian Shutong followed Fu Yunhe onto a ride, and five minutes later, they got off. When she stepped off, she saw the Super Starship that Fu Yunhe had described.

She was in awe with one glance.

At that moment, she recalled the starship she had boarded when she left the Nian Family, and had only one thought—they were lucky to be alive.

The Super Starship before her seemed a hundred times larger than the one they had taken. The starship’s body was entirely black; understated yet exuding an air of dominance.

“Nian Shutong, I checked the time, and it’s departing soon; let’s go,” said Fu Yunhe.

“Okay, let’s go.”

Nian Shutong stepped up beside Fu Yunhe and said, “Last time, you were dragged onto it.”

“Yes, I remember you really wanting to become a widow,” he retorted.

“Ha ha ha! Indeed, that was truly my first wish.”

The two conversed with an ease like old friends, chatting casually for the first time.

Nian Shutong walked beside Fu Yunhe, reaching about his chin, and their sizes matched together rather harmoniously.

Moreover, both of them were striking in appearance.

As they entered the Starship, they received many glances along the way.

Perhaps the interstellar law was strict, but the closer one got to the Insect Clan, the more loopholes appeared. Being good-looking might be fine, but being both attractive and frail was always somewhat dangerous.

The two paid no heed to the gazes of others, walking all the way to their seats.

But someone was already in their seats.

Two bald Big Men with the fresh scent of blood still on them.

Fu Yunhe calmly opened his Light Computer and addressed the two men seated in their spots, “Hello, these are our seats.”

The two bald Big Men scoffed with disdain, not even bothering to look at Fu Yunhe, but snickering to each other.

“Hey? He says these are his seats.”

“Oh? What about it?”

A single “What about it?” carried both provocation and disdain as two Big Men looked at Fu Yunhe with bad intentions, smirking at him.

“How about we sit together?” suggested one Big Man from outside, patting his thigh and letting his gaze wander over Fu Yunhe’s body.

Fu Yunhe, although feeling a bit disgusted, remained calm.

“It’s your turn.” Fu Yunhe took a step back, revealing Nian Shutong, who hadn’t spoken until now.

“Alright, just give me a moment, I need to study the law a bit,” Nian Shutong said, learning from Daodao to what extent they could fight without being held responsible, or rather, without having to pay compensation.

Hearing “study the law,” Fu Yunhe surprisingly understood and informed her, “At the Transfer Station, one may issue a challenge. As long as both parties agree, life and death are inconsequential.”

“Oh… not bad, not bad at all,” Nian Shutong genuinely admired the rule creator. It’s too difficult to abide by the law in a war zone. Better to keep things clear and out in the open.

“What did I just hear? You want to challenge someone?” The Big Man outside laughed heartily as if he had just heard the funniest joke.

The people around also didn’t think much of it.

Neither Nian Shutong nor Fu Yunhe had any trace of energy fluctuations on them.

Nian Shutong didn’t, due to a different Cultivation system.

Fu Yunhe didn’t, because he possessed SSS spiritual power. Although he couldn’t utilize much of it, his level was there.

Lower levels naturally can’t detect higher ones.

But nobody else saw it that way.

“This has to be the funniest thing I’ve ever heard.” The Big Man inside, eying Nian Shutong’s teardrop mole, was itching to make a move.

“Pretty boy, why not join us?”

“Cut the crap. Are you accepting the challenge or not?” Nian Shutong always fought with the intent for a quick and decisive victory.

“How brave can you be? Why don’t you give it a try?” The suggestive remark made some people in the crowd cheer along.

“Woohoo—”

“Ha ha ha!”

“Hehehe…” Nian Shutong let out a low, cold chuckle.

“Brave? Is my dagger brave enough for you?”

A green light suddenly flashed, transforming into a dagger. The blade was fierce and swift; before anyone could react, a scream was heard.

“Ahh———”

The forty-centimeter dagger pierced through the Big Man’s thigh, slashing through bone and protruding from the other side of his upper leg.

“How about that? Is my dagger… brave enough?” Nian Shutong’s seductive teardrop mole, red as blood, rendered his entire presence demonic, yet his eyes remained icy and piercing.

Fu Yunhe, watching from behind, felt his heart pound violently. This side of Nian Shutong ignited a sensation he had never felt before.

“You bitch! You’re asking for it!” The Big Man inside swung a heavy punch towards Nian Shutong’s face.

Nian Shutong didn’t dodge. Covering her hand with Spiritual Power, she countered with a Straight Punch.

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Force met force.

“Crash!”

“Ah——-” The Big Man who had thrown the punch now had his fingers dangling limply like noodles, the skin pierced by the bones sticking out, tipped with fresh red.

“Still want to fight?”

Nian Shutong twirled the dagger in her hand sharply. The Big Man on the outside howled in pain, wanting to fight back but feeling completely powerless, like a fish on a chopping board, utterly at others’ mercy.

Fear pooled in his eyes. Who exactly was she?

Cruel!

So cruel it instilled fear.

“We sat in the wrong seats. We’re leaving, we’re leaving right now,” said the Big Man who had been stabbed, daring not to say another word.

“Very well, but don’t you owe my friend an apology?”