"Commander," Randall approached with a brisk, resonating step, saluting.
Fu Xing nodded almost imperceptibly and ordered Ji Mian, "Once Lin Fu comes out of the emergency capsule, send her to my room, and keep this matter confidential, understood?"
Fu Xing then left with Randall. Along the way, Randall sensed something must have gone wrong; the air pressure around the Commander was too low, suffocatingly so.
Could it be Lady Lin Fu didn’t make it?
When the Commander had arrived, even though Lady Lin Fu’s breathing was weak, as long as Ji Mian was there, she could definitely be saved.
The two arrived at Fu Xing’s office, where Monger had already been waiting outside and pushed the door open from a distance.
"Monger, go ahead with your tasks."
After Monger left, Fu Xing walked over to the liquor cabinet, poured himself a glass of wine, and drank it down in one gulp.
"Commander, let me." Randall came forward eagerly.
Fu Xing didn’t refuse and instead sat down on the sofa, his posture relaxed and stretched out, eyes half-closed.
Randall placed the wine glass on the side table.
"Speak! I want to know the results of the investigation," Fu Xing said without opening his eyes.
"It has been interrogated out; the Lost Association was behind it. The leader of the military legal squad was a minor noble from the Capital Star System’s Satellite No. 7. His family was embroiled in political struggles and was destroyed ten years ago after a failure. He, being an illegitimate child, had escaped death by chance."
"For years he has served in the military and performed outstandingly, never having a record of misconduct, nor had he ever done anything for the Lost Association. This time, he received orders suddenly before the fleet set sail."
"The man didn’t survive the interrogation—he’s dead. He wasn’t really one of the Lost Association’s people at all; he knew nothing and was unaware of why the Lost Association targeted Lady Lin Fu, let alone knew her identity."
The Lost Association is one of the Galaxy Empire’s hidden organizations, comprised of nobles and Royal Family members who have failed in political struggles. With a long history, its power structure is complex and deeply rooted.
The original purpose of the Lost Association was to regain the Imperial Throne.
Unfortunately, they have never succeeded in hundreds of years; as the Imperial Throne changed hands, the number of nobles who had failed in the struggle for the throne and were left without a home increased. Later members, with similar experiences and objectives, would opt to join the Lost Association.
So much so that the attempted coups have become a joke, but their influence has continued to grow.
And they’re involved with many heretic cults and Star Stealing Organizations.
Fu Xing’s strategic focus had always been outward; now that the Lost Association dared to provoke him, they needed to prepare to pay the price.
"The Lost Association," Fu Xing scoffed, "a bunch of lost dogs still dream their daytime dreams. Since they are courting death, let’s have another purge. I remember the last time we purged Zone 23, there were members of the Lost Association involved, weren’t there?"
"Yes, we caught a few and still have them in hand. This can be a good starting point; tracing back from them should yield significant results."
"Proceed with the execution. I want to see results as soon as possible."
"Additionally," Fu Xing slowly opened his eyes, revealing a cold and lonely depth, yet they emitted an intimidating chill, "it’s not hard to guess that the Lost Association’s current target is to foment internal conflict within the Royal Family. I’ve heard that the elder Princess Evelyn is not dead yet."
His lips curled into a cold, thin smile, "Step up the search for Princess Evelyn. I want her to have no place to hide on Capital Star, so she’ll stop skulking in the shadows, being a nuisance."
"And what about Horace’s disposal?"
"Are you pleading for him?" Fu Xing raised an eyebrow.
"Of course not." Randall couldn’t wait for Horace’s bad luck.
"Exile him to Helheim Star. He may not return for three years."
Even Randall, his archenemy, felt a twinge of sympathy for Horace. Helheim Star was a planet specially used to imprison violent criminals. It was perpetually cold and foggy, and the Shadow Side was in eternal night for four-fifths of the year.
It was an infamous prison within the interstellar community.