Chapter 984: Chapter 757: Slut Brother Makes His Move, Seeking Only Defeat
Walking alone in the tranquil and long corridor of Crystal Palace, Mu Tianhua’s gaze was deep.
At this moment, his thoughts were divided: fifty percent focused on the prince’s instructions, forty percent on the family and “Bean Sprout,” and the remaining ten percent…
On the distant Galaxy Federation.
“It’s said that people feel apprehensive when approaching their hometown, isn’t it the same when it comes to bloodline?”
“Are you really one of the Mu Family?”
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 Xuyang—
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, it’s 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 Empire’s 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 don’t recognize me, I don’t know you.
Since the young man with a small beard can appear, Mu Fan can completely relax and handle matters on the fat man’s 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 hat…
A pair of glasses rested on the bridge of Mu Fan’s nose.
A pair of miniature holographic glasses.
The figures of the fat man and White Hair flickered alternately before Mu Fan’s eyes.
…
The fat man’s 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 Fan’s mood slightly eased, then he looked at Young Master Yin.
It wasn’t necessary to look, perhaps because the young man with a small beard’s appearance was too abrupt, forcing Mu Fan to consider White Hair’s safety.
His teeth gently clicked, the extremely subtle sound hadn’t emerged from the mouth but was transmitted along the bones into the ears.
“Focus surveillance on Yin Shuai.”
“Received, but Mu Fan, that White Hair as wild as a dog, it seems he doesn’t need me, huh?”
Black murmured.
“Uh.”
Upon seeing White Hair on the light screen, Mu Fan’s first reaction in his heart was…
The one tracking him is bound to fail.
Because White Hair’s 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 is…
The prelude to causing trouble.
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“Bro is already as handsome as a dog!”
After a soft voice announced the cruise was about to dock, White Hair’s 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 cabin’s restroom, a man hiding inside listened to the eavesdropped content with a frown, almost cursing aloud.
This guy must be a lunatic, right?
I shouldn’t have followed the wrong person.
But upon recalling the young man with dyed white hair’s casual demeanor and lackadaisical style, he couldn’t help but chuckle inwardly.
The difficulty of tracking this guy was incredibly low.
These academy students, when it comes to professional Spying Skills, can’t catch up to them, seasoned soldiers, even while riding. There are ultimately places the academy fails to teach.
“Suddenly mysteriously arriving at this Space Port, there must be a secret here.”
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 eye’s pupil unnaturally dilated, the eyeball focused on the sunglasses, and slightly rotated.
Then White Hair stared at that washroom door that hadn’t 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 advantage—the combination of immense wealth with a genius-like brain design birthed the “Pretty Your Sister Three Thousand” 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 fleas…
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 smile…
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.
Then…
White Hair continued walking while whistling, occasionally flirting with passing beauties, striking up a conversation.
These were the most common actions, that without Black’s 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 restroom’s three-dimensional structure.
Then he…
Chuckled and followed the man inside.
Why didn’t he bother with the tracker and instead focused on the golden-bearded hulk in front?
Because, with years of experience…
Oh no, his eyes over the years…
The other guy was a queer!
And a strong queer!
This caused White Hair’s previously self-assessed grade A plan to instantly rise to S-grade.
Such is heaven’s assistance…
Slut Brother strikes, only seeking defeat.