The Most Powerful Brain in the Interstellar Space

Chapter 347 Fear

He was being stubborn, and the staff, seeing that they couldn't persuade him and fearing that the child might do something foolish, had to resort to some methods, trying to half-push and half-drag him away from this troublesome place, but they were unexpectedly interrupted by a group of people who suddenly appeared.

It was a small team of only a few people, but they were very powerful and came on strong, so much so that the people who were only focused on running forward unconsciously made way for them.

They moved very quickly and arrived in front of Hillman and the others before they could react.

Judging from the leader's uniform and the insignia that were faintly visible on his clothes, the staff could basically guess his identity—not his specific rank, but rather his position in the military: a major with a formal rank of at least full colonel. However, in the current situation, whether he was or not didn't matter; they needed to be even more careful to prevent anyone with malicious intent from infiltrating.

They didn't want the other party to have any intention of arguing with them, so they got straight to the point and asked him to release the person, showing him the transfer order that had just been approved.

With a transfer order, things are naturally very different.

The staff quickly checked the other party's transfer order and connected to the military system, and sure enough, the relevant information appeared immediately.

August Clarence, a citizen of the Central Sector, is currently a major in the Second Legion... The following is the transfer order approved by his superiors for the other party to apply to enter the scene.

The staff quickly said something to the person on the other end of the communicator, indicating that they could go in.

Hillman, who had been completely ignored, was naturally not in this category and certainly couldn't have gotten in like that.

But his eyesight was good enough that he spotted the large name on the projected data immediately. He didn't see much else, but he did see the four big characters "Clarence".

Is this Clarence related to the Clarence he knows? Or... are they actually from the same company—it's quite possible that they're appearing at this time.

Seeing that the other person was about to go in without even giving him a second glance, Hillman didn't bother to think of what to say and rushed in front of the other person before the staff could stop him.

The blond youth coldly stared at the child who had suddenly appeared before him, a hint of anxiety flickering between his brows. He pushed the child's shoulder, intending to move him aside. However, his actions were relatively restrained, devoid of any violent emotion, perhaps out of consideration for Hillman, who was still a young and not fully awakened individual.

"Major Clarence, Clarence... Is Theofele Clarence your family?" Hillman was so nervous that his palms were sweating, and even his usually eloquent mouth was a little "uncontrollable," and he was stuttering as he spoke.

After saying those words, his heart couldn't help but pound, because the young man in front of him had such a strong aura.

At first, he didn't notice, but when the other person's gaze fell on him, a sense of oppression came over him. This was clearly a warrior who had experienced the hardships of battle.

The more nervous Hillman became, the stronger the sense of familiarity he felt, because the young man before him looked remarkably like Clarence. It wasn't just because they shared the same surname, but also because of their demeanor and the feeling they gave off—it was as if they were family.

Maybe it's a brother, or even a father... Hillman prayed that it was. Then he could tell the other person that they were trapped, and if he was lucky, he might be able to get him in with them.

He was in so much pain. Even though he had just escaped death from inside, witnessing his two friends trapped inside made every second he spent outside feel like torture.

Hillman just wants news that his friends are safe.

Heaven seemed to have heard his prayers. The other person, initially impatient, immediately changed expression upon hearing the familiar name, even showing signs of irritation: "Who are you?! What's your name?" "I'm El Hillman, a student at Beska Intermediate Academy. I came to watch the match with Clarence; we were just together..." Hillman tried his best to explain his identity in the most concise language.

"Where is he!" The other person, clearly impatient for his reply, asked hastily.

"He... he's still inside, with another classmate. I accidentally got separated from them just now." Hillman's voice was slightly hoarse.

This was truly the most accurate and worst news he had received since then.

That kid—

August Clarence was, after all, a seasoned warrior with strong mental fortitude. After composing himself, he immediately inquired about Clarence's last whereabouts from Hillman, and then retraced his steps without delay.

As for Hillman, who insisted on following behind, perhaps they didn't care, or perhaps they wanted him to provide information, so they turned a blind eye and let him into the inner area—that's how Hillman got in.

They arrived too late. By the time they received the news and found the mobile treatment center where Jiang Hui and the others were, it was already the end of the ordeal. They had no idea what the two had gone through.

Hillman didn't know what dangerous incident the two had gone through on the field, but just by looking, he could tell who was in more serious condition. He didn't dare to ask too many questions, and only quietly inquired about Jiang Hui's condition.

The girl shook her head, indicating that she was fine, but her gaze kept falling on the hospital bed not far away—the child hadn't woken up yet, not even once.

Hillman wasn't really in the mood for idle chatter. Seeing the healers' brows furrowing deeper and their expressions growing increasingly serious, he finally couldn't help but ask, "How did you all get injured like this? Did those bastards attack you?"

It's actually highly unlikely. After all, Hillman had witnessed firsthand how ruthless and vicious those rebels were before leaving the exit passage. If it were the rebels who attacked him, Jiang Hui wouldn't be in this state.

But seeing Clarence lying pale, weak, and unconscious on the bed, it didn't seem like a minor matter.

“…He injured his leg when he fell through the exit passage and hasn’t received any treatment. He also lost a lot of blood, so he must have gotten an infection,” Jiang Hui said, pursing her lips.

"You were injured when you fell?! Then how, how..." Hillman suddenly couldn't continue his sentence, as if he had thought of something.

Was the other person asking how they survived? Jiang Hui was somewhat dazed; she didn't know how they had survived either.

The beginning was alright; they were lucky enough, and their high-level mental strength played a huge role in helping them avoid the war and survive until the end.

But all of that combined couldn't compare to the terrifying experience of that final moment. Just thinking about that scene made Jiang Hui break out in a cold sweat, a lingering fear of narrowly escaping death. Because... they really did die, and in such a gruesome way.

So looking back now, they were really very lucky.

Thank goodness, thank God for His protection, and of course, most grateful to the unknown soldier who rescued them at the last minute.

(End of this chapter)