After faking her death in interstellar space, the powerful woman disguised herself as a man and went

At the same time, today's combat video, along with Leng Ran's background information as Mo Li, was sent to a white-robed masked man.

The screen lit up, and a person whose face was obscured spoke: "Divine Messenger, I would like to recommend a candidate for Holy Son."

"Information from the underground arena of the nameless star S-03-07. Mo Li, codename 'Poor Ghost', ten years old, physical level three, possesses mental strength, level unknown. He entered the fourth underground level with a perfect record and won his first victory fifteen minutes ago."

He has already met the admission requirements of most federal military academies, which is eighteen years old.

The previously nonchalant white-robed masked man's interest was piqued: "What about your family background?"

"An orphan, adopted by the War Wolf Beast Hunting Group."

The man in white opened Leng Ran's latest battle video, and after watching it, he nodded: "Not bad. Let's add him to the observation list first. After he wins three more games, we'll send someone to contact him and move him to the candidate list."

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Section C, rooftop restaurant.

The rooftop restaurant is located on the fifteenth floor of the hotel next to the arena. It is the most expensive hotel restaurant in Zone C, and many wealthy people who come to watch the matches choose to stay and dine here.

At this moment, Leng Ran sat calmly at table number three, with his mask on the table, leisurely drinking orange juice and eating steak to replenish his energy.

In the past two years, she has made a small fortune through the arena's revenue sharing and underground gambling, and is no longer the poor girl she used to be. In today's match, Leng Ran earned an unprecedented 800,000 star coins.

Because of the masks on the table, some diners in the restaurant glanced at Leng Ran, but quickly looked away. It wasn't unusual for many of the poor guy's die-hard fans to own these cheap masks that cost one star coin each.

There are rumors that the poor ghost is a child, but most people don't believe it. They believe he is either a naturally short but highly skilled person or an old man in his twilight years.

Black Jack, who had just come out of the emergency room, staggered into the restaurant. He took off his signature robe and put on a gorgeous evening suit, but still wore a half-face mask.

Seeing Leng Ran's youthful face at table number three, Blackjack's expression cracked slightly. The rumors were actually true.

"Hey poor bastard, I'm here." Blackjack pulled out a chair and sat down. "What do you want?"

Leng Ran paused, his hand holding the steak knife still: "Who are you calling names? Change your way of addressing me."

Blackjack is now a little scared when he sees Leng Ran holding a knife, so he readily changed his address.

"Ghost?" Blackjack asked tentatively.

Leng Ran's steak knife flashed rapidly in his hand: "Get lost. I'll give you one more chance."

Blackjack immediately changed his tune: "Brother, you're my older brother."

His cold anger subsided, and he continued cutting his steak: "Little brother, I spared your life in the arena, now I want my reward."

Blackjack's lips twitched slightly as he looked at the kid in front of him who was treating him like a little brother.

Blackjack said speechlessly, "How much? Name your price."

Leng Ran: "Talking about money will hurt our brotherhood. We won't talk about money. Just give your brother a pass to Area B, and that'll be the end of it."

“Impossible.” Blackjack refused outright. “Don’t push your luck. If you really kill me outside the arena, there will definitely be forces in Sector B to avenge me.”

He took a sip of orange juice with a cool and elegant air, his eyes darkening slightly: "Little brother, how can you be so sure I won't kill you here?"

"There are seven current players on the fourth basement level. Each month, each player will be randomly matched with an opponent. What do you think is the probability that I will be matched with you again?"

Blackjack's previously calm face instantly darkened; he panicked.

Leng Ran looked at Blackjack with a half-smile, "Of course, you can also choose to admit defeat as soon as you meet me. Then guess how your fans will view you? I have investigated your background and record. Many people will deliberately lose to you at the last moment to create the illusion of a comeback. In addition, your opponents rarely die or are seriously injured."

Leng Ran leaned on the table with his left hand, approaching Blackjack, while his right hand stuck the steak knife into the table in front of Blackjack.

"You say, people from Zone B come to Zone C to compete, not for money, not for killing for entertainment, then what is it for?"

The face behind the Blackjack mask was extremely dark. The child in front of him raised a glass of orange juice, as if it were the finest champagne, swirled it, and spoke softly.

"Of course it's for fame. Tell me, am I right?" Leng Ran finished his orange juice, gently put down his glass, his eyes filled with a piercing intensity, as if he could see right through him.

"If you don't accept my conditions, then you can only choose between fame and fate."

Blackjack remained silent for a while, then removed his mask, revealing the face of a young man in his twenties.

“I am Jack Black, the eldest son of the Black family.”

“I’m revealing my identity to you to prove my sincerity. The pass quota is only in the hands of the four major families. As an ordinary nobleman, I don’t have the authority to use a pass.”

The Black family, to which Black Jack belongs, was once one of the four great families. However, they failed in a coup d'état on an unnamed planet and were removed from the list of the four great families. As the young master, Black Jack also lost the support of the people.

The arena on the fourth basement level of Zone C is one of the important entertainment venues for the nobles of Zone B, and some nobles also recruit decent people there as guards.

In order to bring honor to his family and legitimize his position as the young master, Blackjack took the initiative to participate in the dueling tournament. With his decent strength and the occasional bribery of his opponents, he gradually gained a voice in District B.

Therefore, fame is his destiny.

Blackjack pleaded, "To thank you for sparing my life, I can connect you with a family and recommend you to be their bodyguard, thus granting you residency in Area B. But in return, I hope you will show mercy in the upcoming match."

He laughed coldly, a hint of disdain on his lips: "I'll mortgage my life to some family, tie it to yours, and then do them a favor. How cunning."

Blackjack was surprised that he couldn't fool the kid in front of him: "So what do you want?"

The coldness in Leng Ran's eyes intensified as she revealed her true price: "People in Zone B can bring people from other zones in. I'll compromise: if I want to enter Zone B, no matter where I am, you must come and pick me up immediately. That's my bottom line."

This was actually her real purpose; she had long understood that Blackjack could not provide the pass.

What she wanted was an opportunity to investigate in Area B.

In order to get Blackjack to agree to the condition, Leng Ran first made an impossible request, then lowered the conditions to achieve his goal.

As expected, Blackjack thought about it for a moment and then agreed.

Blackjack met Leng Ran's gaze: "I can accept this condition, but how do I contact you?"

Leng Ran took out his old-fashioned quantum computer from the bag. It was a gift from Jun Han. It could not hold an identity chip and only had communication functions. It was a favorite among unregistered people on Wuming Star.

The two exchanged contact information, and Leng Ran left with bags of food.

Blackjack sat by the window for a long time, thinking to himself how amazing kids these days are. No wonder they're thorny flowers that have grown up on this barren land of Nameless Star.

Blackjack was about to get up and leave when he was stopped by the waiter.

The waiter politely asked, "Sir, here is the bill. Would you like to pay by card or cash?"

Finally, with a dark expression, he paid the bill for five plates of steak and two jugs of orange juice for Leng Ran.