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

He didn't move an inch, and took another bite of bread as if to vent his anger.

She wants to slack off, but why is it so difficult?

Instructor Ouyang saw through Leng Ran's thoughts: "Don't be sad, Mo Li. Although you are the only one in your team, the points will be quite substantial if you win. It's calculated by kills, one kill is worth two points, and with over a thousand people here, you can get up to two thousand points."

He sighed coldly, "But I don't lack points right now."

Instructor Ouyang grinned mischievously: "No, you're lacking."

He leaned closer to Leng Ran and whispered, "Mo Li, would you like to stay in a super deluxe single dorm room?"

Leng Ran's heart stirred: "How many points?"

Instructor Ouyang: "It's not much, just 10,000 a year. Your entrance exam scores were good, over 12,000 points. 10,000 was automatically deducted from your score to pay for this year's dormitory fee, but you'll have to earn the rest yourself. Trust me, you won't have such an easy opportunity to earn points again."

Leng Ran hesitated for a moment. Indeed, in the previous hostage game with Instructor Lin, the winning side only got 100 points. To get 10,000 points... did she have to fight Instructor Lin one-on-one, no, gang up on him a hundred times?

Two thousand points! A freshman gets two points, while Instructor Lin gets one hundred.

Between torturing the newbies and torturing Instructor Lin twenty times, Leng Ran still decided to choose the former.

From the freshmen's perspective, they only saw their boss Mo Li and Instructor Ouyang exchange a few words in private before Mo Li's attitude changed completely, and he happily accepted the rubber longsword that "wouldn't hurt even if you hit someone".

He coldly slung the backpack containing supplies over his shoulder, sheathed his long sword, tied it to his waist, and smiled like a villain.

"Ready to be hunted, students?"

The freshmen couldn't help but swallow hard, looking at Mo Li's imposing manner as if he wasn't holding a rubber knife.

It's not a weapon used to reap lives, it's the Grim Reaper's scythe!

Instructor Ouyang was very satisfied to see that Leng Ran had gotten into character: "Come on, assemble. The last person to survive Mo Li's attack will each receive a reward of one hundred points. Put on your parachute gear, and get ready for a random drop."

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on the ground.

Zhao Yuheng was first dropped into a forest. He put away his parachute, found a shady spot, leaned against a tree trunk, and slowly slid down to sit on the soft soil.

There were no outsiders here for the time being, and he could finally escape his identity as the "commander in charge of the overall situation" for a short period of time.

An ordinary gray bird landed on a branch above his head, chirping away. Zhao Yuheng frowned slightly, his mental energy shooting straight into the bird's mind like a sword.

The little bird suddenly stopped chirping, fell headfirst from the branch, and lay motionless on the ground.

It was finally quiet.

He activated his mental network, and after confirming that no one was around, he took out the encrypted personal computer he had secretly brought from his pocket and opened the chat box with Zhao Lesong.

Zhao Lesong: "Contact me privately when you have time."

He had been in intensive training these past few days, and with other roommates in the dormitory, he hadn't found a suitable opportunity to contact Zhao Lesong.

Zhao Yuheng made a video call, and Zhao Lesong's projection quickly appeared in front of him.

"Hey, my dear nephew, you've finally contacted me."

Zhao Yuheng: "Second Uncle, my time is limited, so please speak directly if you have something to say."

"You've come at just the right time. I do have some news to tell you..." Zhao Lesong glanced at the bird lying on the ground. "Hmm? The bird next to you, dead? No wounds... Did you kill it?"

Zhao Yuheng glanced at the bird's corpse: "Hmm, too noisy. Such a weak creature wouldn't have lived long anyway."

Zhao Lesong's eyes darkened. After all these years, his nephew was still as cold-blooded as ever.

This is the only commander from the Chaos Zone assassin camp who survived; how could he be a kind person?

Zhao Lesong sighed helplessly: "I thought that after so many years back in the Federation, with more companions by your side and a new partner chosen for you, you would have changed somewhat."

It now seems that during his years on the capital planet, although he learned to wear a smiling mask, he was still the same top assassin, "Soul Seventeen," inside.

"Companion? Partner? I have no need for such things." Zhao Yuheng smiled, but his eyes were icy cold. "I am Lingyun Army Shence, your subordinate, and playing the role of a gentle commander who can lead the battlefield is the mission I am currently undertaking, nothing more."

"Now that you remember your identity, you'd better complete the mission well," Zhao Lesong said. "Become an excellent commander who can win the respect of the people."

Zhao Yuheng said casually, "Definitely. I'm waiting for the day my second uncle pays me."

Zhao Lesong decided to change the subject: "Never mind, let me tell you what I've learned first. If you see Mo Li, please pass this message on to him."

"Yinghun Star, a border planet of the Arctic Galaxy, has recently shown unusual fluctuations in cosmic energy. We suspect that a space-type alien beast has taken action, marking Yinghun Star as its landing point, and is very likely to launch an attack in the near future."

"So? Second Uncle thinks Anning Star will also be attacked?" Zhao Yuheng pondered, looking down. "Yinghun Star is still quite a distance from here, and Anning Star's defense level is still high enough."

"The defensive line that never fell during the Hundred Years' War was not just a name."

Zhao Lesong shrugged: "Well, so I'm not worried about your safety, I'm just mentioning it. The important thing is the second message."

“The Illuminati’s product, ‘Holy Water,’ has begun to circulate in the Storm Star black market.”

Zhao Yuheng's eyes froze instantly. He knew all too well about holy water, something that first appeared in the Chaos Zone.

It's just poison disguised in sugar, but it has still managed to infiltrate the Federation. I wonder how many new patients with blood scaly disease will be born?

Zhao Lesong continued, "I'm giving you a task in advance. After returning to Storm Star, you must find out the source of the holy water supply, and then, at any cost, dispose of it all."

“No problem.” Zhao Yuheng saw the person appear in his mental vision. “Someone’s here, I’ll hang up now.”

On the ground, the little bird that should have died opened its bewildered eyes again, fluttered its wings, and flew back to the branch.

The bird's silhouette as it took flight again flashed across the video screen, a moment that Zhao Lesong successfully captured.

"Heh, it's not that I didn't kill him, I still showed mercy." Zhao Lesong chuckled after hanging up the call. "Zhao Yuheng, sometimes, once you wear a mask for too long, you can't take it off."