Chapter 984: Chapter 757: Slut Brother Makes His Move, Seeking Only Defeat
Walking alone in the tranquil and long corridor of Crystal Palace, Mu Tianhuaās gaze was deep.
At this moment, his thoughts were divided: fifty percent focused on the princeās instructions, forty percent on the family and āBean Sprout,ā and the remaining ten percentā¦
On the distant Galaxy Federation.
āItās said that people feel apprehensive when approaching their hometown, isnāt it the same when it comes to bloodline?ā
āAre you really one of the Mu Family?ā
With these faint musings, the man brimming with deep emotions disappeared into the depths of the corridor.
At the top of the Sky-reaching Building is the real residence of Prince Xuyangā
Upper Cloud City.
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The universe is so vast, yet even with the explosive technological advancements of various great powers, only a corner of it can be explored.
Whether ten light-years or thousands of light-years, itās just a drop in the ocean compared to the universe.
Planets compared to the universe are perhaps merely a speck of dust in the desert.
Every day there is a sunrise and sunset, every day old stars extinguish, and new planets rise.
Thus, in the towering Imperial City where classic and technology blend perfectly, the wine chat between Empireās Deceitful Fox Mu Tianhua and Prince Xuyang seemed utterly ordinary.
Not even the vast Emperor Star had a third person know about their conversation, let alone the distant territory beyond, in the Galaxy Federation rivaling Gardot.
Mu Fan, who had seated again, along with the young man with a small beard, had now transformed into mere passersby.
You donāt recognize me, I donāt know you.
Since the young man with a small beard can appear, Mu Fan can completely relax and handle matters on the fat manās side now.
Adjusting his body posture, Mu Fan pressed the hat back on his head, appearing to be comfortably asleep from the outside.
Yet inside the hatā¦
A pair of glasses rested on the bridge of Mu Fanās nose.
A pair of miniature holographic glasses.
The figures of the fat man and White Hair flickered alternately before Mu Fanās eyes.
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The fat manās spaceship will land in an hour, and Young Master Harry, carefreely plump, had once again immersed himself in endless daydreams, completely unaware of the mechanical ant quietly perched on his pant leg.
Apparently, the harmless fat man to the tracker was like a gift of food.
Seeing this, Mu Fanās mood slightly eased, then he looked at Young Master Yin.
It wasnāt necessary to look, perhaps because the young man with a small beardās appearance was too abrupt, forcing Mu Fan to consider White Hairās safety.
His teeth gently clicked, the extremely subtle sound hadnāt emerged from the mouth but was transmitted along the bones into the ears.
āFocus surveillance on Yin Shuai.ā
āReceived, but Mu Fan, that White Hair as wild as a dog, it seems he doesnāt need me, huh?ā
Black murmured.
āUh.ā
Upon seeing White Hair on the light screen, Mu Fanās first reaction in his heart wasā¦
The one tracking him is bound to fail.
Because White Hairās spaceship was still docked at the Space Port, Young Master Yin leisurely walked off the interstellar cruise.
However, his route unexpectedly bypassed all surveillance cameras.
This isā¦
The prelude to causing trouble.
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āBro is already as handsome as a dog!ā
After a soft voice announced the cruise was about to dock, White Hairās eyes fell on the base of the polished stainless steel plate before him.
Having just discovered a tracker of extremely low rank, White Hair was in high spirits, so he devoured the steak meticulously prepared by the cruise restaurant before him.
During the dull wait to disembark, White Hair looked at his reflection in the glossy plate base, watching his own radiant beauty, murmuring a sigh.
And in the corner of the first-class cabinās restroom, a man hiding inside listened to the eavesdropped content with a frown, almost cursing aloud.
This guy must be a lunatic, right?
I shouldnāt have followed the wrong person.
But upon recalling the young man with dyed white hairās casual demeanor and lackadaisical style, he couldnāt help but chuckle inwardly.
The difficulty of tracking this guy was incredibly low.
These academy students, when it comes to professional Spying Skills, canāt catch up to them, seasoned soldiers, even while riding. There are ultimately places the academy fails to teach.
āSuddenly mysteriously arriving at this Space Port, there must be a secret here.ā
Thinking it over, the tracker disguised as a middle-aged businessman confidently nodded.
However, this tracker did not see White Hair when the interstellar cruise was about to dock, taking out a pair of translucent light orange sunglasses and tossing a piece of chewing gum into his mouth.
Then his left eyeās pupil unnaturally dilated, the eyeball focused on the sunglasses, and slightly rotated.
Then White Hair stared at that washroom door that hadnāt moved for ages, feeling inward contempt.
[This dumbass plans to squat in the bathroom for ten thousand years?]
Since those rat eyes stared at him nine times within a minute, White Hair knew this guy had issues.
The chip in his brain had reached an alarming skill level in analyzing human behavior.
Having armed himself to the teeth, White Hair had put an electromagnetic sensor on each tooth, maximizing his advantageāthe combination of immense wealth with a genius-like brain design birthed the āPretty Your Sister Three Thousandā series of equipment.
Therefore, while the other party was trying to track him, White Hair let them attach the low-grade mechanical ant onto himself.
Then released his self-developed liquid metal nano fleasā¦
Thus, the tracker, crouching in the washroom observing White Hair, was completely unaware that they had become a 360-degree human panorama camera now.
Finally, upon hearing the cruise docking sound, White Hair inwardly wept with relief.
He no longer had to stare at the clean and tidy restroom.
Thus, casually putting away the disguised cigarette box light computer, soundwave silent analysis pen, and the small network workstation modified Sky Communication into a bag.
With hair combed into a youthful style, carrying the vibe of youth, Young Master Yin leisurely walked off the cruise.
Just as he was about to step onto the Space Port, the uncontrollable smirk at the corner of his mouth was captured by Black.
This was the opening scene Mu Fan witnessed.
This smileā¦
Mu Fan was familiar with.
It was the mischievous grin that since special training had given countless people toothaches.
When White Hair wore that smile, someone would surely suffer.
Following that, the seemingly casual tracker took on the appearance of a traveler, wearing a casual outfit, strolling off the cruise.
Watching the far-away silhouette of White Hair, quietly following.
Thenā¦
White Hair continued walking while whistling, occasionally flirting with passing beauties, striking up a conversation.
These were the most common actions, that without Blackās reminder, no one would notice that White Hair was avoiding all surveillance.
Ahead was a restroom, into which walked a golden beard hulk about 195 centimeters tall, weighing around 110 kilograms.
White Hair was fixated on the swaying backside of the other and upon reaching this scene, his eyes lit up.
A torrent of data flickered through the orange lenses, instantly displaying the restroomās three-dimensional structure.
Then heā¦
Chuckled and followed the man inside.
Why didnāt he bother with the tracker and instead focused on the golden-bearded hulk in front?
Because, with years of experienceā¦
Oh no, his eyes over the yearsā¦
The other guy was a queer!
And a strong queer!
This caused White Hairās previously self-assessed grade A plan to instantly rise to S-grade.
Such is heavenās assistanceā¦
Slut Brother strikes, only seeking defeat.