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Leng Ran was startled by the sudden sound, but quickly understood what was going on.

"No wonder you said you could stay in touch without communication equipment; you tampered with the chips in Yangon! You know I won't abandon him!"

"Mo Li, do you still remember the mental markers I taught you?" The silver-haired man smiled as always.

"Even if your mental strength is incredibly powerful, you shouldn't be able to maintain your mental coordinates across half a galaxy, right?" Leng Ran asked in surprise.

"Just a little bit of technology. It's just a microchip infused with my mental energy, nothing special," the silver-haired man explained cheerfully.

"It seems you're doing quite well. The War Wolf Beast Hunting Corps is a good fit for you, a great place to go."

"You're spying on me?" Leng Ran's face darkened.

"So what if it is, Mo Li?" The silver-haired man smiled warmly, but his coldness betrayed his desire to punch someone.

Seeing the cold, almost fiery eyes, the silver-haired man spoke up promptly: "Just kidding, it's mental positioning. The War Wolf Beast Hunting Group is quite famous, not to mention your leader is a federal level two wanted criminal."

Is the regimental commander a wanted criminal? Leng Ran was puzzled. He seemed like a very kind person and genuinely took Leng Ran in. What could such a person have done to be wanted?

He gave a cold snort: "You'd better not be spying on me. Xue Lang, what crime did he commit?"

“A serious crime,” the silver-haired man replied, “but that’s none of your business.”

Leng Ran didn't continue asking questions, but changed the subject.

"You've come to me with a mission, what mission do you have?" He sat coldly in his chair, staring at the silver-haired man's projection before him. "Let me guess, why am I always the one to carry out this mission..."

"Because you know I will do my best to accomplish this and will not be turned by the other side. The mission objective... is related to the Illuminati."

With a cold, deep gaze, he said with certainty, "If I'm not mistaken, the Illuminati has left some kind of outpost on this planet. You need information."

"Hmm, the troops that withdrew from Area A... the Beast Forest in Area E, what's the connection between these two? And is there any involvement with the Illuminati?"

“Clever.” The silver-haired man snapped his fingers. “However, what I’m asking for goes far beyond that.”

"Oh? Tell me about it?" His cold fingers tapped lightly on the table. "The scales of this transaction cannot be tipped. My life may not be as valuable as the mission you've offered. But if the mission's weight exceeds my life, then..."

The silver-haired man looked displeased, thinking that Leng Ran would use this as an excuse to refuse him, and was about to make her understand her situation by threatening her.

“I will increase the price,” Leng Ran said in a deep voice.

"A wise choice." The coldness in the silver-haired man's eyes faded slightly.

Knowing full well that he doesn't have the resources to overturn the table, the best option when there's no other choice is to win more chips at the gambling table.

"Well then, boss, tell me about the mission." Leng Ran chuckled lightly.

"Join the Illuminati and become the 'holy son' of their leader, the 'Divine Messenger,'" the silver-haired man said slowly. "In return, I will provide you with a certain amount of assistance in my personal capacity."

"What a hefty price." Leng Ran was so angry she laughed. Giving a child a dangerous spy mission, one that involved direct contact with the villainous boss, was tantamount to recognizing a thief as one's father.

If the Illuminati discovers them, they won't even know how they died.

If he were to truly become the "young master," he would undoubtedly become a prime target for assassination by unsuspecting military personnel.

“Well then, I’ll name my price.” Leng Ran decided to add an extra layer of insurance for himself. “A temporary identity with the Allied military. Hmm… a secret member of the special operations force, I think that’s good.”

The silver-haired man fell silent, as if considering the feasibility of the matter.

You guessed right. The silver-haired fox is indeed a member of the military, and holds a very high position. He even has the ability to grant a temporary identity as a special operations force member.

Special operations forces are the Federation's two sharpest swords, one is "Soaring Clouds" and the other is "Overturning the Seas".

Their location and governing body are unknown. They only mobilize collectively in special or emergency situations, and they also carry out a series of secret missions in normal times. The identity information of their members is subject to the highest federal security clearance.

The silver-haired man said sternly, "I grant your permission. However, given that your identity needs to be kept absolutely confidential, I will be your only direct superior."

"Furthermore, before the mission ends, the military system will only record your operation code name and member number, and will not record any other information. Only I know your true identity."

"'Before the mission ends'? Boss, can I get a permanent position?" Leng Ran was genuinely surprised; it seemed her guess was too conservative.

"It depends on your performance, provided you survive until the mission ends."

"Don't worry, boss, I'll definitely cherish this little life. After all, it's quite valuable." Leng Ran still gave a sarcastic look at the ruthless task the silver-haired man had given her, then sat up straight.

"Tell me about the information you have. You went to great lengths to send me here, and you're so certain that the 'divine messenger' has taken a son. You must know quite a bit."

“Yes, we have reliable sources of intelligence.” The silver-haired man acknowledged Leng Ran’s words. “The ‘Divine Envoy’ began selecting ‘Holy Sons’ five years ago. But this person has very high standards and considers the candidates’ family background and overall abilities.”

“Candidates will undergo brutal training, and those who stand out will undergo a final trial, during which they will be given a ‘sacred ceremony’ to ensure that they will never betray us for the rest of their lives before they are given the title of ‘holy son’.”

Leng Ran frowned: "Sacrament?"

"A method of mind control, thoroughly brainwashing people to turn them into fanatical believers. The Illuminati's method of mass-producing madmen." The silver-haired man's face showed disgust.

"To date, only one person has been given the title of 'Holy Son'. He died two years ago, and the cause of death is unknown."

Dead? Leng Ran's expression turned solemn. It seemed that the title of Holy Son was not so safe after all.

"Therefore, the 'divine messengers' have begun to select 'holy sons' again. One of the channels is the underground arenas on some planets, and the nameless planet S-03-07 is one of them."

"What a gladiatorial arena. Those winners from the fifth underground level didn't get access to Area B; instead, they were recruited into the Illuminati?" he retorted coldly.

“I don’t know about the pass, but it’s true that you can be recruited into the Illuminati. The ‘messenger’ calls the underground arena ‘the left eye of the God of Light,’ and it’s responsible for screening believers.”

Leng Ran thought about the people he had met in the arena. Some were forced to fight for their lives because of their livelihood, while others were vicious and bloodthirsty. How could people selected under such a cruel model be brainwashed into loyal believers?

Leng Ran felt somewhat uneasy: "If I were to run for office, how would I overcome the brainwashing through the 'sacraments'?"

The silver-haired man said, "Don't worry, I have already planted a strong mental barrier in your mind, enough to protect you and help you get through the sacrament safely. In addition, it will hide your true mental level and keep it at the level that an individual should have."

Leng Ran hadn't expected the silver-haired man to have considered so much; it seemed he had been planning to send her to be a spy all along.

"Is there any other intelligence?" Leng Ran pressed.

The silver-haired man shook his head. "No, my understanding of the Illuminati is very limited. The intelligence is reliable but unstable. The rest of the journey is in your hands. We'll proceed to the next mission after you become the 'Holy Son'."

"Oh right, choose a code name for yourself first. Yangon will notify you of the number later."

"You can choose this yourself?" Leng Ran was surprised, thinking that everything was given to her.

“I can choose one for you… How about ‘Hunky Man’?” The silver-haired man looked Leng Ran up and down, who was just over a meter tall. “No one will ever guess it’s you. Even if the code name is leaked, it’s perfectly safe.”

Leng Ran: "..."

I really wanted to refuse, but what he said made so much sense.

"Then it's decided. The number. Contact Yangon next time, and he'll pass it on to you. Good luck with the cooperation."

The silver-haired man's projection disappeared, and Yangon, who had remained silent until now, spoke.

"I should know this person. Unfortunately, he erased all information about his identity from my chip..."

Leng Ran pinched Yangon Rabbit: "It's okay, Yangon. At least we already know that he is a member of the military and holds a high position. He has strong mental power and should be a commander, but whether he is in the public eye is another matter."

"How can I catch this big fish..." Leng Ran pondered, "Without alerting the other party, subtly showcasing my abilities and clean background, without involving anyone else..."

Stealing a pass? No, that's too obvious. Asking the guild leader to continue taking us to Area C, hoping to sneak off to play in the competition? A sudden increase in appearances would arouse suspicion. Moving everyone from War Wolf to Area C? Jun Han will definitely go to the arena with me; I can't involve him.

It seems we can't rush things. It's best to go to the arena every two or three months to leave a deep impression on the other party, and then inadvertently reveal our mental strength in order to get on the shortlist of candidates.

"That works, let's do it that way." Leng Ran was in a good mood, and took Yangon to the back mountain to exercise.

If you want to reach the fifth underground level, you'd better hurry up and improve your strength.