"Don't be nervous, gentlemen."
"Relax, I'm not here to cause trouble."
"In my perception, he's currently at the back of this shop, and his condition seems quite alright."
"You can tell him my name is Las Loren. He'll be willing to see me."
Seeing the defensive postures of the two men inside the shop, Loren chose to speak up and explain his purpose.
He was here to seek help, not to kill...
At least, before figuring out the relationship between these two and that driver gentleman, it would be better not to kill rashly...
Upon hearing Loren's self-introduction, the pupils of both men inside the shop constricted sharply. No wonder he looked somewhat familiar...
Clearly, Loren's reputation had already been branded with a dangerous label in the eyes of those who had long operated in the Gray Zone and were well-informed.
After one of them finished speaking to Loren, he swiftly departed.
A bleary-eyed Ryan, one of Loren's Anchor Points, jogged from the back of the shop to stand before Loren. The moment he saw Loren, he appeared quite excited.
"Mr. Loren, I never expected you to come looking for me?!"
Only after he had put down roots in the Gray Zone did he realize just how powerful the person who had gifted him a Superhuman weapon that day truly was.
Over a hundred Superhumans had been instantly killed by this Mr. Loren. His astonishing battle record had even spread throughout the entire Gray Zone, marking him as the most dangerous Interstellar Hunter within the Main City...
Loren nodded at the Ryan before him and said with a smile,
"Mr. Ryan, is there a sufficiently quiet place? I need to discuss something with you."
Ryan was momentarily stunned. Then, he quickly replied, "Of course there is. Please follow me."
After speaking, Ryan even made a gesture of invitation to Loren.
Subsequently, under the strange gazes of the other two men in the shop, Loren silently stood up and followed Ryan towards the back of the shop.
The two arrived at Ryan's room behind the shop, or rather, his employee dormitory.
It was a sparsely furnished room. Aside from a bed, a desk, and a chair, there was nothing else.
After entering the room, Ryan brought a chair for Loren.
"Mr. Loren, what did you want to discuss with me?" Ryan asked quietly, sounding somewhat nervous.
In his impression, Loren was a VIP. He truly couldn't understand what such a VIP would specifically come to discuss with him.
"Do you know how to board a smuggling starship in the Gray Zone? Or rather, who should I go to?" Loren looked at Ryan before him and spoke in an extremely calm tone.
"I do! Mr. Loren, I'll take you there right now!"
Upon hearing Loren's question, Ryan realized something.
But he didn't ask any further questions. Instead, he directly chose to personally escort Loren there.
A warm smile appeared on Loren's face. This was a gentleman of quite commendable character...
Then, Loren stood up and reached out to pat the other man's shoulder.
"Ryan, I need to use this room for five minutes. Can you wait outside the door for five minutes?"
"Of course!" Ryan walked out of the room and closed the door for Loren.
Alone in the room, Loren used his psychic perception to sense the other's location.
At that moment, Ryan was sitting in the corridor, staring blankly at the ceiling above, lost in thought about who knows what...
Loren nodded silently. This was indeed a gentleman.
Next, Loren dispelled Raven's possession state. Raven reappeared on Loren's shoulder.
"Master, I am ready. Let us begin."
Upon hearing Raven's words, Loren directly waved his hand and withdrew 500,000 Spirit Stones from the "Crimson Tear," piling them on the floor of the room.
Raven wasted no words. It directly hopped off Loren's shoulder, landed before the pile of Spirit Stones on the floor, opened its small beak, and a miniature vortex appeared in front of it, rapidly devouring the Spirit Stones.
Loren, already a seventh-rank Superhuman, was preparing to advance to the eighth rank.
Now that he was in resonance with his Psychic Ability, he had no more shackles or restrictions.
While Raven was voraciously consuming the Spirit Stones, Loren took out his Federation Coin from his pocket and tossed it into the air.
He needed to decide which Star Domain he would flee to.
As an Interstellar Hunter who had just pulled off a major job, the Star Domains Loren could flee to were not many.
The only requirement was simple: go to a Star Domain where the Federation's control was relatively weaker.
"Will going to the Beastkin Star Domain be a good thing for me? If yes, the coin lands heads."
The coin fell. Tails!
It seemed "Fortune" did not advise him to go to the Beastkin Star Domain...
Loren tossed the coin into the air again.
"Will going to the Border Star Domain be a good thing for me? If yes, the coin lands heads."
"Fortune" similarly did not advise Loren to go to the Border Star Domain.
Loren once again tossed the Federation Coin in his hand.
"Will going to the Radiant Flow Star Domain be a good thing for me? If yes, the coin lands heads."
Loren lowered his head, stared at the coin in his hand, and nodded silently.
"Fortune" actually recommends I go to the Star Domain where cults run rampant? Fine, the Federation's influence there is much weaker...
Loren put away the Federation Coin in his hand and placed it back in his pocket.
Then, Loren quietly waited for Raven's advancement to complete.
Soon, under Raven's vortex-like devouring, only 50,000 Spirit Stones remained from the original 500,000 on the floor.
Loren was somewhat surprised. It required this much? A full 450,000 Spirit Stones...
Are the advancement consumption rates for high-rank Psychics always this high? Or is it only my advancement that consumes so many Spirit Stones...
Loren pondered these questions silently in his heart.
"Master, the five minutes are almost up." The corpulent Raven interrupted Loren's thoughts about advancement costs.
Reminded by Raven, Loren silently collected the remaining 50,000 Spirit Stones from the floor.
At that moment, only 790,000 Spirit Stones remained within the "Crimson Tear."
Looking at the meager amount of Spirit Stones left in the Crimson Tear, Loren silently took out the "spoils of war" from his pocket.
A total of eight spatial storage devices.
Apart from Councilor Osman's spatial ring, the other seven spatial storage devices were not produced in the Eastern Star Domain. A sweep with psychic perception could reveal their contents.
After putting away Councilor Osman's spatial storage device, which couldn't be opened for now,
Loren opened these seven "unlocked" spatial storage devices. His psychic perception swept over them, and he dumped everything inside onto the floor.
To Loren's slight disappointment, these seven spatial storage devices didn't contain many Spirit Stones, along with some miscellaneous items useless to Loren.
The Spirit Stones from these seven spatial storage devices added up to only about 140,000, averaging 20,000 Spirit Stones per device.
This was a normal level. Most high-rank Superhumans used Spirit Stones for cultivation immediately upon obtaining them, so they didn't accumulate much.
Not every high-rank Superhuman was as wealthy as Loren.
"Robbery of those old nobles is indeed still faster..."
"Only 930,000? So few Spirit Stones? Who could possibly spend them all?"