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

He family.

Leng Ran packed up the car, carried the unconscious Zhao Yuheng, and used a grappling hook to fly onto the balcony of his room.

"Yangon, come help rescue people!"

Yang Guang, in her butler form, came out upon hearing the noise and was startled to see the two people covered in blood: "Your Highness, are you injured?"

“It’s not my blood, I’m fine, it’s Zhao Yuheng who’s in trouble.” He coldly threw Zhao Yuheng onto the soft bed in the equipment room. “Yangon, it’s all yours now.”

Inside the equipment room, the medical robot, which had never been turned on before, lit up its eyes. Yang Guang, in its medical form, quickly came to Zhao Yuheng's side and scanned her: "Your Highness, the patient's clothes are stuck to the wound. I need to do some treatment. Please excuse me."

Surprisingly, Yangon's medical facilities are quite respectful of patient privacy. Leng Ran happily turned around and left the equipment room, taking her shower supplies into the bathroom.

Now that Zhao Yuheng has been settled, she needs to properly wash off the blood and dust that have stained her body.

Leng Ran turned on the shower, and the warm water flowed down her skin, dispelling the chill of the night breeze. Leng Ran closed her eyes, her mind replaying the events of the evening.

Zhao Yuheng must have received a call from Zhao Fox and obtained some important intelligence with a time limit. He went to the black market alone to investigate, but fell into the trap prepared by the Other Shore Flower.

After her arrival, the Red Spider Lily suddenly strengthened its armed forces to hunt them down, transforming ordinary cyborgs into mecha units.

If the other shore flower only went to great lengths to hunt her down after seeing her, then this trap was probably originally prepared for her, but Zhao Yuheng jumped into it first.

As for the masked man, his challenge to a fight seemed more like a spur-of-the-moment thing, while his real purpose was to kill the spider lily.

Although it was only a brief exchange with Ren, Leng Ran sensed a kindred spirit within him. In an era where high-tech weapons were everywhere, he had an extreme preference for melee combat, employing ruthless and deadly attacks.

Blade is a professional assassin trained in a primitive, blood-soaked environment.

That does live up to the name.

An hour later, Leng Ran dried her hair, changed into her pajamas, and walked out of the bathroom. Yangon also came out of the equipment room, holding a cup of hot milk and waiting in the living room.

"Your Highness, your friend's injuries have been treated. You should get some rest as well."

After finishing her milk, Leng Ran was already feeling sleepy: "Well, Yangon, I'm going to sleep now."

"Wait a minute." Yang Guang unwrapped a small bear-patterned band-aid and carefully applied it to Leng Ran's injured cheek.

"Your Highness never takes care of your health." He smiled slightly at Leng Ran. "Alright, go and rest."

"Thank you, Yangon." Leng Ran touched the bandage on her face, feeling a warmth in her heart. She usually didn't pay much attention to such minor injuries, but Yangon had noticed it carefully.

"No need for thanks, Your Highness, it is my duty."

If Leng Ran's mission is to save the world, then Yangon's mission is to protect his princess.

He should take action.

Watching Leng Ran walk into the bedroom, Yang Guang returned to the living room and sat down, once again immersing himself in the world of data.

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The next afternoon.

Zhao Yuheng opened his eyes, staring at the unfamiliar ceiling, his expression momentarily dazed.

Has Mo Li taken him in?

"Commander Zhao, you've finally decided to wake up?"

Zhao Yuheng turned his head to look and saw Leng Ran, who was fully armed, leaning against the door and smiling at him.

"Mo Li, where are you going?" Zhao Yuheng struggled to sit up, a sudden pain shooting through his head. He instinctively reached up to touch it, but his fingertips touched layers of bandages.

Zhao Yuheng asked, puzzled, "I didn't hit my head last night, did I...?"

Leng Ran's smile widened: "No, you're mistaken. You were the one who was knocked unconscious."

Zhao Yuheng narrowed his eyes, staring at Leng Ran: "Hmm? Is that really the case?"

He said coldly and decisively, "That's exactly it."

Of course not.

Last night, during her sparring session with Ren, she untied the ropes binding them together. Without support, Zhao Yuheng spectacularly tumbled off the back seat.

Landing headfirst.

By the time she noticed, Commander Zhao already had a bump on his head.

Her cold expression revealed no flaws, little did she know that the shrewd Zhao Yuheng had already identified her as the culprit, but he still decided to let the matter drop.

“Alright, let’s continue talking about what happened last night.” Zhao Yuheng’s expression turned serious. “While you were fighting in the arena, I received a communication from my second uncle. They intercepted a message from inside the Illuminati.”

"At 8:30 PM, in the Eighth District, there will be a black market open-air auction where holy water will be sold."

"Because you couldn't leave, I disguised myself as a customer and went to the black market to attend the auction. I rushed to the trading location where there were many customers, but I didn't expect that all those so-called customers were actually cyborgs in disguise. They suddenly attacked me after I entered. You know what happened next."

Leng Ran seemed thoughtful: "It seems this false information was deliberately spread by the Other Shore Flower, but given Boss Zhao's vigilance, how could he easily believe it? Unless..."

The two exchanged a glance and gave the same answer in perfect unison.

"There's a mole."

Zhao Yuheng added, "The source of the information should be someone my second uncle trusts very much."

Leng Ran lowered his eyes. It seemed that in order to take her life, Bi An Hua had gone so far as to use the Illuminati's mole hidden in the military. However, after this incident, this person should also be exposed.

It was a blessing in disguise; if this secret network had continued to develop within the military, it might have led to even more serious consequences.

Zhao Yuheng: "I will report this matter, and leave it to Second Uncle to decide."

“Yes, the Illuminati does have an auction tonight. I didn’t know what the items were originally, but now that you mention it,” Leng Ran paused for a moment, “nine times out of ten, they’ll be holy water products.”

Zhao Yuheng was taken aback, almost forgetting that his good partner also had the identity of an "Illuminati undercover agent." But as for Mo Li's specific identity in the Illuminati, his second uncle did not tell him directly, but asked him to find out for himself.

"So, you're wearing this combat suit to work as a henchman at tonight's auction?" He sized up Leng Ran for a few moments. "This makes me even more curious about your identity."

He smiled coldly and asked, "Want to know?"

"I don't want to." Zhao Yuheng looked away. "Curious is curious, but the fewer people who know about my identity, the better. If too many people know, my life might be in danger."

"As partners, we're bound by shared interests, so it's fine for you to know beforehand." A hint of malice crept into his cold smile. "Yangon, bring me my clothes."

Zhao Yuheng was stunned. He thought Mo Li wouldn't say anything, but he didn't expect Mo Li to trust him so much.

Yangon handed her a locked box, calmly opened it, took out the purple full moon high priest's robe, draped it over his shoulders, and then put on the hood.

Zhao Yuheng's pupils dilated in shock: "Don't leave me..."

It was the High Priest!

He guessed that Leng Ran must have a high status in the Illuminati, but he never expected that she would be one of the four high priests!

“As you can see.” A cold expression was hidden beneath the hood. “I am one of the four high priests, with the title—Judge.”

Zhao Yuheng exclaimed in shock, "The judge is actually you... That makes sense now."

According to his understanding, the Illuminati has four high priests: Dream, Spider Lily, Styx, and Judge.

Dream is a top-tier hacker, a genius proficient in computer technology; the other shore flower is a great scientist with a fanatical obsession with research on alien beasts and genes; Styx has high mental strength and is responsible for brainwashing Illuminati followers; and the judge has extremely high combat power, and it is said that everyone who has fought him has died.

The title of Judge who holds the power of life and death is truly fitting.

Zhao Yuheng was so shocked that he couldn't speak. After a long while, he finally spoke again: "Aren't you worried that I will betray you and sell you to the Illuminati?"

Leng Ran walked to Zhao Yuheng's bedside, looking down at him: "You won't, I trust my judgment. But if that day really comes, I guarantee you'll die before me."

Zhao Yuheng chuckled: "It seems that I'll have to protect this secret well for the sake of my life."

Leng Ran nodded with satisfaction: "Alright, the intelligence exchange is almost complete, I should get going. Commander Zhao, you should get some rest."

She still has a tough battle ahead of her.