The Most Powerful Brain in the Interstellar Space

Chapter 352 Old Impressions
Jiang Hui and August exchanged a slightly awkward glance. The two people, who came from different backgrounds, had different professions, and were of different ages, were strangely in sync at this moment, creating a very subtle feeling.

However, since they had already shouted it out, they had to grit their teeth and continue. Both sides tacitly met their respective "contacts".

Jiang Hui naturally spoke with Zhou Xiuwen and Huan Xian, while the two officials huddled together on the other side. The other soldiers kept a distance to give their superiors ample space to converse.

Jiang Hui, who had met up with her friends over there, finally breathed a sigh of relief. She glanced at them a few times before looking away and asked again, "Why are you here?"

Actually, Jiang Hui wanted to ask if everything had been handled properly over there. But then she felt that asking that would be pointless and might involve some sensitive topics, so what came out of her mouth was this useless, questioning-like nonsense.

Fortunately, neither of them cared about her words. Zhou Xiuwen nodded frankly and replied, "Nothing's wrong over there."

It seems the chaotic battle over there has ended, otherwise the two of them and... wouldn't have appeared here together.

Although this matter had nothing to do with her, Jiang Hui finally breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing that the guy who caused this tragedy had been dealt with: "Then you two weren't injured, were you?"

It would have been better if he hadn't said anything. Speaking of Zhou Xiuwen, who usually seemed very amiable, he said in a rare, annoyed tone, "...You still say that? I should be the one asking you. You almost scared us to death before."

Jiang Hui: ?
"I didn't invite you—" The other person seemed to want to say a name, but then paused and lowered their voice as if they remembered something, before naturally continuing, "...Was I supposed to escort you out? How did things get like that?"

Not only did these two not leave, but they also fell behind and ran around aimlessly. By sheer coincidence, they were caught in the central battle zone and nearly got crushed by enemy mechs.

If Zong Ting hadn't reacted quickly and come to the rescue, both Angel and Jiang Hui would have lost their lives today.

Well, it's really hard to explain... To match her words, Jiang Hui also made an expression that perfectly matched her words, both of them looking miserable, which made people feel quite uncomfortable.

Compared to the less familiar August, it was naturally easier for Jiang Hui to start a conversation with Zhou Xiuwen and Huan Xian. Jiang Hui had also been holding back for a long time, and couldn't help but vent about the bizarre things that had happened in the room, completely unaware that the two adults on the other side, who seemed to be having a serious conversation, were also listening to their conversation intentionally or unintentionally.

However, their focuses are slightly different.

After a brief reminiscing, the atmosphere between the two military personnel, who were acquaintances, was relatively peaceful, or rather, quite coldly stable.

Zong Zhongxiao, Zong Ting, a member of the Zong family in the capital.

August had known him for a while, but the two had never formally interacted. He had heard many of his legendary experiences, though. Of course, there was also his extremely complicated family background, which he couldn't discuss in detail.

August Clarence is also one of the best young talents in the capital, with many commendable achievements and outstanding record in the past.

The two rarely had the chance to meet. They belonged to different legions and were at most strangers who knew each other. They never expected that their paths would cross under such circumstances.

However, although both are outstanding young people, they are still somewhat different, after all, their military ranks are different.

If August was a highly regarded young talent praised by all the powerful families in the capital and a promising heir favored by all the major military forces, then Zong Ting was arguably already a pillar of the military. While not quite the absolute mainstay, he was close enough, and his existence and significance were not to be underestimated. Zong Ting no longer needed to rely on his family's power to establish himself in the military; he had earned his place step by step through his own abilities, fighting for it with his life and sweat.

Moreover, although the other party claimed to be from one of the top families in the capital, his birthplace was one of the most chaotic among almost all the wealthy and powerful families.

For him in particular, the existence of his family did not provide much strength, but instead brought a lot of trouble and burden.

Even under such circumstances, the other party still emerged from the bloodshed and now stands upright on high ground, trampling those who wanted to drag him into the mire underfoot.

Therefore, even August, who was of noble birth, outstanding, and had an exceptionally proud heart, genuinely admired this peer who was only a few years older than him.

Zong Ting didn't think that much about it. He simply dealt with the situation calmly and quietly, with impeccable manners and meticulous attention to detail, just like his always orderly and consistent pace, without the slightest flaw.

The two of them came from the same circle and had similar environments, so their conversations were much more casual than with others.

Moreover, the two knew each other quite well about the mission, and they quickly ascertained the details of the situation in just a few words.

August was not surprised by this. It seemed to be exactly as he had guessed; things were going to get busy and chaotic in the capital again.

The young man silently wiped the cold sweat from his father's brow, then tacitly changed the subject.

He turned his gaze to the group of teenagers talking not far away, or rather... to one of the teenagers who looked somewhat kind.

The other person glanced in his direction as if sensing something, then nodded generously at him before returning to their conversation with their companion.

"So... this must be Marshal Zhou's son," August asked with some curiosity.

He hadn't seen this person for a long time. He remembered that the last time he saw him was at the leadership transition ceremony several years ago. At that time, the person was just a little boy with a childish face, wearing a custom-made suit and sitting in the family section. He looked out of place, but there was a slightly incongruous sense of solemnity about him.

I never expected that after so many years, he would have grown into such a big young man. Now that I see him again, he looks a bit like his elder. I just don't know who he looks more like.

Zongting remained silent.

"What a graceful figure," August praised cryptically, then quickly moved past the equally unfamiliar-looking boy on the other side. This time, however, his gaze was more restrained and controlled, nodding lightly and then quickly withdrawing, as if afraid of startling something.

Even so, Huan Xian immediately noticed, or rather, he never relaxed. During the long silence as he listened to Jiang Hui and the others' conversation, his nerves were on edge, as the unfamiliar gazes from around him made him instinctively wary.

Auguste noticed it immediately with just a glance and followed it with extreme sharpness.

(End of this chapter)