Capítulo 974: Chapter 747: Invite Him Over, There’s Urgent Business to Discuss
“Hey buddy, welcome back.”
Couldn’t see Falcon’s eyes under those sunglasses, but you could see his raised lips.
“I just hitched a free ride on a spaceship.”
A palm as big as a fan clapped loudly on Falcon’s back.
T-Rex, Tank, Wizard… the others just stood by quietly, watching the two old men hug, faces devoid of amusement, only filled with suppressed emotions.
For those who call the stars home, family reunited once more at this moment.
“These are your shoes, untouched all this time.”
The silent Wizard beckoned casually.
A pair of rocket shoes, exuding worn nostalgia, floated into his hand.
Ruan Xiongfei caught them single-handedly, looked at the Wizard’s cold demeanor, and chuckled, “It’s been years, still that lifeless face.”
Wizard blinked and then closed his eyes without a word.
Only the bald man over there was gleefully excited like a victorious general.
“Fan, let’s see him off. You’ve grown up much faster… beyond all our expectations.”
“The melody of this era must indeed be composed by young people like you.”
“Your master, me, Flying Dragon… we are all your support, whenever, wherever.”
T-Rex walked to Mu Fan, looking at this determined, reticent young man with amiable eyes.
“Thank you, Dragon Aunt.”
Mu Fan respectfully replied, then looked at the group of old men, his eyes flickering, Adam’s apple moving.
“…Please take care of the teacher.”
“Family shouldn’t speak as if they’re strangers.” Dragon Aunt smiled with mature beauty, like blooming Begonia, fragrance spreading, then her voice softened.
“Keep in touch.”
Mu Fan watched Dragon Aunt pat his palm, feeling a hexagonal metal badge slipped into his hand.
The two nodded in silent understanding.
Then T-Rex returned to S Squad.
“Let’s go.”
Falcon nodded.
“Hey.” Ruan Xiongfei tossed those oversized rocket shoes onto the ground and stepped into them.
Then the eight simultaneously shot into the sky with fiery jets!
With imposing presence, they descended from the sky and soared again, like a storm, none dared to stand in their way.
During this, Ruan Xiongfei never looked back.
The faint sound had long been blown away by the wind.
“Why not take another look?”
“Look at what? Am I the kind of man who’s sentimental!”
“Tsk~ Turns out your old face can have thin skin at times too.”
“Let’s have a go, Falcon. It’s been ages since I beat you.”
“Scram.”
“Hahahaha…”
Watching the eight merge into the menacing Flying Dragon.
Only then did Mu Fan withdraw his gaze, looking at the classmates and mentors, faces showing shock.
He smiled silently.
Behind him, the majestic Thunderhawk stood like a sculpture.
Yet no one dared overlook it.
“Major Lair, what are we here for? Did the killer just walk away?” finally, another major couldn’t hold back his question.
He was friends with Major Pedy, who’d been punched by the bald man, couldn’t accept this scene.
“Otherwise? That medal was left behind, Commander Adrian hasn’t appeared from the start, do you want a more detailed analysis?”
Lair’s gaze was calm, turned to his comrade, asking.
“I… sigh.”
The major clenched his fists, then released them in despair.
General Adrian, leader of Blue Capital Star’s military department, was clearly at headquarters but never spoke up.
This stance couldn’t be clearer.
He pretended not to know…
“Message from higher military authority, please take the call, Major.”
Then a communications soldier rushed over, stood at attention, and reported.
Mu Fan, within ten meters in front of them, heard it crystal clear but didn’t turn around.
He saw White Hair’s half head emerging from the crowd, winking at him.
He saw Youshi Wang and Worshipper Shao’s eyes filled with incredulity, witnessed the complex expressions of Dawn’s trainee duo, and those mentors with eyes full of endless sentiments.
All these changes might stem from the Thunderhawk behind him.
…
With Lair’s consent, the communications soldier placed a palm-sized projection device on the ground.
Seeing this action, Lair’s eye twitched.
The higher military authority’s message must be grand.
“I am Dumbrough, Senior Staff of the Federation’s Fourth Army Group Staff Department.”
Appearing coldly in the holographic screen was a middle-aged man with major general insignia, hands clasped behind, taller and more burly than Lair.
Even standing there, he exuded authority without anger.
His eyes were now level with Lair’s.
“General!”
The young major respectfully saluted.
“I won’t comment on this, only conveying the higher-up’s opinion—offset merits with faults.”
“Please clarify, General.” Lair bowed his head and asked.
“Captain Ruan holds an important medal; let him present it normally, holding that medal when reporting to the military. If you mention it, he knows.
Major Lair bowed his head, “I’m afraid not, General.”
Dumbrough frowned slightly, speaking coldly, “Tell me the reason.”
Lair pointed to Major Pedy’s disfigured body lying on a stretcher, a shiny medal quietly resting on the face, enveloped in blood.
“Just earlier, Mr. Ruan permanently left this medal here… he said this medal is returned to the military department.”
Raised an eyebrow, Dumbrough’s expression momentarily paused, then a peculiar look emerged in his eyes.
“Are you saying the Broken Sword Knight medal, he voluntarily abandoned it!?”
“Yes.” Lair didn’t understand what the major general’s reaction meant, only responded routinely.
“Good, then proceed with the next military order.” This time, Dumbrough was less polite as he spoke coldly:
“The newly promoted Captain, the Centurion medal in his possession, retrieve it.”
“General…”
This time, Major Lair’s expression truly showed utmost difficulty.
With the bald man absent, it didn’t matter much.
But that newly promoted Captain, right in front of him…
And the Thunderhawk, just standing there!
The terror mecha that smashed half a mountain during satellite broadcast, was really standing nearby.
Does the General want them to fight that young man?
“Feeling difficult? Or unable to execute the order? Commander Adrian knows this, you can verify.” Dumbrough said blandly.
“Major Lair, ensure mission completion.” The young major saluted bitterly, but only he knew how much conviction he had.
“Good, proceed with standard procedures in an hour, let Blue Capital Star’s Military District War Department report directly to Army Group Headquarters.”
The holographic screen dimmed, the figure bearing immense pressure vanished.
Hoo… hoo…
Lair breathed heavily, his thoughts tangled.
Yet no one noticed, behind him, Mu Fan’s lips curled slightly.
“Captain Martin.” The major turned to one of his confidants.
“Here.”
“Please… invite Mechanical Master Mu Fan, Captain, for a conversation. Argue it’s important matters.”
“Yes!”