A moment later, he suddenly remembered, "Right, the cargo in that spaceship... Where’s the cargo?"
"Cargo? I didn’t see it when I entered," Li Ming also said helplessly: "I looked for quite a while."
"Not there?" Ya Ro was also confused, "How is that possible?"
Ya Ro had a vivid memory of that batch of cargo; he even moved some of it. It was clearly right there, how could it possibly be missing?
"How could it not be there?" Ya Ro frowned deeply, "Apart from me, no one else should know this location. Could someone really have beaten us here?"
After thinking for a while, his heart stirred, and he then asked: "Since the cargo is gone, what were you doing inside for so long?"
He was puzzled. Combining the fact that Li Ming initially wouldn’t let him into the spaceship, he faintly felt that Li Ming might be deceiving him.
"I downloaded the general information and logs of that spaceship," Li Ming activated his smart terminal, "and then I found some interesting things."
Ya Ro’s eyes shifted slightly, as the scene playing on the smart terminal showed him rummaging through a group of Sela people.
The Sela people looked very panicked, holding their heads, crouching on the ground, while Ya Ro lifted each one, kneading their faces, scrutinizing as if searching for someone.
He searched back and forth several times before he had to stop, dejectedly.
"Tsk... Anti-plunder department." Li Ming smirked, "I didn’t expect it, senior brother, you’re an undercover agent, but you didn’t clean up the traces in this spaceship."
He clearly remembered deleting it, how could it still be found?
Ya Ro also looked somewhat embarrassed, facing Li Ming’s scrutinizing gaze, he said helplessly: "Ah, it’s all old news now."
"Hmm, senior brother might as well speak up, I’m quite interested in these old matters," Li Ming said smilingly: "And I’d also like to know, what exactly senior brother was looking for on that spaceship."
"This is..." Ya Ro’s gaze flickered, "It’s not that I don’t want to tell you, but the department has rules, if I said it..."
"Don’t worry about it," Li Ming coaxed, "It’s just the two of us, I won’t tell anyone else."
Ya Ro clearly still didn’t want to talk, remaining silent.
"Teacher probably doesn’t know you’re an undercover agent," Li Ming suddenly said.
Ya Ro’s eyelids twitched, but he heard Li Ming sigh, "Teacher originally thought you could take me away from that vortex. Who knew that I would end up falling into another one."
"But it’s okay, we’re fellow disciples, brothers. It doesn’t matter if we die without knowing why."
Ya Ro’s mouth twitched uncontrollably, and he said with resignation: "You... Forget it, you already heard bits and pieces just now, you could probably guess, so why must you have me say it?"
"It lacks the crucial factor. What are you looking for?" Li Ming needed to understand this matter to estimate the potential trouble it could bring, hmm... maybe even benefits.
"A person with golden pupils," Ya Ro finally spilled it: "Golden-pupilled people, the main ruling race of the Judge Civilization."
"Golden-pupilled people..." Li Ming thought for a moment, the name was not unfamiliar to him: "It seems many interstellar civilizations employ them as criminal consultants, right?"
"Yes, their singular golden pupil can naturally emit deterrence carrying spiritual power, which is extremely effective against the weak-willed," Ya Ro nodded, "This golden-pupilled person’s identity is no ordinary one."
"About a year ago, the council of the Judge Civilization underwent a major upheaval, after a series of political purges, the original rulers stepped down and also persecuted the losers."
"The golden-pupilled person I’m looking for applied for political asylum from the interstellar alliance, normally this wouldn’t be my responsibility, but coincidentally, Atom plundered this spaceship."
"With no other choice, the interstellar alliance asked me to find a way to rescue the golden-pupilled person, who would have thought, I would still be a step too late."
"So it is..." Li Ming was slightly surprised, then followed up with a doubtful question: "Isn’t this a matter for the Judge Civilization itself, why would the interstellar alliance offer political asylum?"
"Who knows, there must be other things involved," Ya Ro shook his head, saying helplessly: "That’s the situation, and it doesn’t help our predicament."
"What do we do next? Atom and the Sela people have discovered us; they certainly won’t let us leave easily."
"Don’t rush," Li Ming shook his head, looking up into the starry sky.
Don’t rush... Ya Ro originally wanted to persuade him otherwise, but recalling Li Ming’s astonishing previous performance, in the end, he simply smacked his lips.
Meanwhile, Duke Bai Ye had returned to his own spaceship from the Thunderstorm Zone. As he stepped into the command cabin, a staff member quickly approached:
"Your Grace, Duke Bai Ye, we’ve just received a message, Princess Asmara is requesting that you immediately proceed to the Yitelan Civilization," said the staff member.
"Hmm?" Duke Bai Ye’s expression shifted slightly, "When did this happen? Why am I being asked to go to the Yitelan Civilization?"
The staff member responded, "Six hours ago, conveyed by the Yitelan Civilization’s embassy in Sela."
"It’s still about Isus’s death. Not just you, but all those who were present at the time are being asked to go to the Yitelan Civilization."
Duke Bai Ye frowned deeply, feeling irritated. Was this matter not over yet?
However, upon reconsideration, it made sense. After all, it was about a Prince, not a minor character; they were bound to want a thorough investigation.
But he didn’t want to go. That was their turf; if they really wanted to conduct a memory screening on him, he would be unable to resist.
However, a reasonable excuse was necessary. His gaze flickered, but then he heard the staff member add, "Additionally, three hours ago, the Judge Civilization sent us a collaboration notice."
"An important figure has disappeared on our Sela Civilization travel spaceship," the staff member continued.
"Judges?" Duke Bai Ye suddenly looked up, "What exactly happened?"