The Most Powerful Brain in the Interstellar Space

Chapter 163 Asking
Had Jiang Hui considered the possibility of a counterattack? Of course, she had. After all, this was a battlefield in another sense, and everyone had their own thoughts; nothing could be taken seriously.

The fact that she didn't kill Zhou Xiuwen in one blow was already a result of her indecisiveness. Later, she softened her heart after listening to his words, which were of dubious truth. Naturally, she had anticipated that she would be deceived by this guy.

However, she did it anyway. Her decision not to take a single penny from the other party was certainly not solely because they were acquaintances.

Speaking of acquaintances, she had just taken down a familiar face from her class without hesitation while picking up a bargain. She had only met this Zhou classmate once at most.

However, during the last training exercise, when she fainted, it was the other party who dragged her back and took good care of her at the temporary medical station for a while, so Jiang Hui was naturally grateful.

Jiang Hui couldn't ignore the other party's strong desire to stay. She figured she'd just repay a favor, since it was only a small amount.

Of course, she couldn't let the other party leave with something that might threaten her, which is why she confiscated everything from the other party, precisely to eliminate any possibility of a counterattack.

She knew that this was no different from direct elimination, except that she wouldn't take the other person's point. Jiang Hui actually felt that she was being quite hypocritical... but the other person's reaction was quite strange. Not only did they not have any objections, but they even seemed quite happy about it.

If this person didn't have other plans or intend to bide their time and launch a final counterattack, then could it be that they genuinely felt it was alright to escape this time? How strange!
He doesn't think he can stay in this chaotic war zone for long after losing his weapon, does he?! He'd be lucky to stay for another half a week, unless he's confident he can steal weapons from someone else.

Therefore, Jiang Hui suspected that the other party might have ulterior motives. Even while letting the other party go, he did not let his guard down, keeping an eye on all directions and not letting any movement slip by. Unexpectedly, his worries came true, but the process and the result seemed to be somewhat different from what he had expected.

When Zhou Xiuwen realized that this kind-hearted classmate Jiang really had no intention of doing that to him, and was even about to let him go, he was overjoyed.

He figured he could probably stay on the field for a while longer, so he figured he might as well leave now.

Before he could even feel happy for two seconds, he spotted a dark gun barrel pointing directly in their direction. He swore he couldn't be mistaken—

No, is this supposed to be a shot at him or at the guy behind him, Jiang?

Zhou Xiuwen was a little dazed. He turned around, intending to remind the kind-hearted classmate Jiang. He didn't know if he was out of his mind or what, but he actually subconsciously wanted to stop her. Speaking of which... could classmate Jiang have misunderstood?
Zhou Xiuwen seemed to already foresee the scene of being attacked from both sides and eliminated.

Sigh, incompetence is incompetence. I've only managed to stay this far by barely scraping by, and in the end, it's all just to stay a little longer so my results won't be too bad. I shamelessly begged an acquaintance to let me off the hook, but even though they let me go, I still can't escape, and it seems I've dragged them down with me.

Zhou Xiuwen felt quite embarrassed.

Unexpectedly, the scene I had anticipated did not unfold.

He turned slightly to the side, his waist firmly supported by an arm. It was an arm that looked well-proportioned, very slender yet surprisingly strong.

Jiang Hui, who should have struck him first, had her gun pointed in another direction, and it was the other person who had caught him. Jiang Hui's gaze was fixed on a certain direction behind him, as sharp as a hawk's, her eyes gleaming.

Then he heard the other person mutter something like, "Can't even hold your breath... You think you can ambush me with this kind of opportunistic skill?!"

Zhou Xiuwen suddenly realized that he had been thinking of reminding Jiang Hui to avoid the attacker, but it turned out the attacker had already spotted him and struck the target precisely. He realized he might have been blocking the attacker's aim and hindering them...

After completing a series of actions, the other person quickly withdrew their arm from his grasp. Zhou Xiuwen increasingly felt that he had just caused trouble for others. Seeing that the other person still had no intention of attacking him, Zhou Xiuwen wisely decided to take this opportunity to leave. Since they had let him go, it wouldn't be good for him to stay and cause more trouble for others.

"Wait," suddenly called out the man who seemed to be intently checking and resupplying ammunition.

She looked up at Zhou Xiuwen and asked, "Excuse me, Zhou, what is your current level of mental strength?"

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the other side

At the finish line, teachers and instructors were seated in the central stands to watch the race, surrounded by other stands set up for the orienteering competition, all of which were now full.

Among the packed seats, one section stood out as particularly deserted – the special audience seats. Unlike the other sections, which were full, every row and column was sparsely populated, with hardly any people seated.

Of course, not just anyone is qualified to sit here. This is reserved by the school for the board of directors and invited members of the community. Each seat has a fixed name on it, and the board of directors confirms the names and then compiles a list before assigning seats here.

These seats are special. If the invited person doesn't show up, the seat will remain empty and no one will sit there. In short, this is probably what is meant by a privileged seat.

In the emptier front row, a very conspicuous man was sitting right in front of him.

It wasn't that he was particularly handsome—well, he was actually quite good-looking and refined—but he was just too thin, to the point of being unrecognizable. His entire facial contours, jawline, and cheekbones were prominent, his complexion was pale and bluish, and his lips were completely bloodless.

Moreover, upon closer inspection, he was not sitting in the soft chair that the school had prepared for him, but in his own wheelchair, with a man in military uniform standing behind him.

"What brings you here today? Why didn't you stay home and rest a bit longer? I heard your 'little event' yesterday caused quite a stir," said the man in the wheelchair.

He was clearly speaking to the people behind him.

The man in military uniform behind him was clearly surprised that the other person would speak to him. He paused for a moment, then said helplessly, "What could possibly be wrong? You know I was just there to make up the numbers. It's like I didn't do anything and it was over."

"So they caught them?"

The man in military uniform nodded, then shook his head as if he had thought of something, his expression showing some bitterness.

It would have been better if they hadn't caught them at all; they were all blown up, people and belongings were completely destroyed. Not only did they fail to obtain any detailed information or recover the missing items, but the soldiers who were also transferred to provide support suffered an undeserved disaster.

However, that thing should be completely destroyed. Earlier that morning, orders were given to cease the search, indicating that the markings on the secret chamber from the mainframe had become completely ineffective. This situation reportedly only occurs when the marked data is completely destroyed or obliterated, so the mission can be considered complete.

(End of this chapter)