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

Mei Meng glanced at the entire cyborg army that had fallen, then at Hua Yulu who had turned into a statue, and then touched the law enforcement recorder that Leng Ran had thrown to the ground before turning her gaze back to Leng Ran.

"When did you damage the recorder's storage chip?" He wasn't angry; instead, he nodded with satisfaction. "Even I didn't notice. You truly are a student I have high hopes for."

"Student? That's not a good title. What if I 'accidentally' kill you someday? Wouldn't that be harming my teacher?" He laughed coldly. "Until now, you've never taken off your mask. Are you perhaps afraid?"

"Are you afraid I'll find your true identity through the internet and then kill you?"

Mei Meng touched her mask: "Provocation won't work on me. You've known me for so many years, you should understand that I've never been a creature driven by emotions."

He narrowed his eyes coldly: "But what you did today wasn't exactly rational, was it?"

“Time flies, Leng Ran.” Mei Meng looked at Leng Ran with great interest. “It has been eight years since you became a candidate for the Holy Son.”

"In these eight years, have you ever doubted why a child from an unknown star could attract the attention of the divine messenger and successfully join the Illuminati, becoming a holy child?"

A cold silence.

She did have her doubts, but becoming the High Priestess of Judges dispelled them.

There are tens of thousands of nameless stars within the Federation, and the number of Illuminati branch bases and strongholds is unimaginable. It's unlikely that one could attract the attention of the big boss with just the "achievements" of "winning all the rookie kings in an underground arena" and "single-handedly blowing up a small stronghold".

But what if someone is pushing things along? For example, someone might proactively hand her resume to the messenger's desk?

"Not saying anything? Looks like you've figured it out." Meimeng rested her chin on one hand. "Don't be nervous, Xiao Lengran. Speaking of which, I'm practically your savior."

He said, slowly and deliberately, "The Leng family of Storm Star is in trouble."

Leng Ran's pupils contracted slightly.

“The secret message Zhao Lesong received was sent by me. Otherwise, you would have been captured by the Other Shore Flower and taken to the laboratory long ago.” Mei Meng’s tone was light. “Since I let you in and I was your former instructor, I will definitely protect your life.”

If the beautiful dream before him weren't just an illusion, Leng Ran would have immediately stabbed him to eliminate any future trouble.

Mei Meng is far too dangerous.

She only met Hua Yulu once when she was a child, and if she wanted to find out her true identity, she would definitely need Meimeng's help.

Therefore, Meimeng first betrayed her identity to Biyanhua, and then sent a secret letter to Zhao Huli, asking him to arrive at the scene in time and save her.

If the former was for work, then the latter was for personal gain. And this personal gain is the root cause of Meimeng's presence here. As for the specifics, Meimeng will soon tell her herself.

Leng Ran stared directly at Mei Meng: "You clearly had the chance to kill me, but you didn't. Instead, you went to great lengths to force me to admit my identity as Leng Ran, holding onto this leverage that could put me to death. I'm afraid... I must still hold some special value for you, right?"

“I don’t deny that,” Mei Meng laughed. “As for the ‘handle’... the divine messenger has already raised a tiger that will cause him trouble, so I have to take some precautions. If it were you, you would do the same.”

"Little Lengran, you're very clever. You've concealed it extremely well all these years. If it weren't for a chance encounter, I would have really thought you'd been successfully brainwashed by the divine messenger. It seems Zhao Lesong is still a cut above the rest; the mental protection of the Lingyun Army members is quite good. Otherwise, I would have missed out on an excellent ally."

Allies? Is this the real purpose of this dream today?

His cold face betrayed no emotion: "What, as the confidant of the divine messenger, you want to betray him?"

“This is hardly betrayal.” Mei Meng’s smile faded. “Little Leng Ran, you’ve got one thing wrong. I have never been loyal to the divine messenger; I have only been subject to his control.”

"No one is worthy of my loyalty. If I have the chance, I will personally send the messenger of the gods to hell."

The face of the dreamer, hidden beneath the mask, returned to its lighthearted tone: "You want to destroy the Illuminati, and I want to kill the Divine Messenger. We share a common goal, so why not cooperate?"

Leng Ran did not answer immediately, but turned to look at the balance floating in mid-air.

The red flowers on the left side of the scale are gradually withering, while the white flowers on the right side are opening layer by layer and will soon be in full bloom.

"Your Highness, news of the storm," Yangon reported. "A large area of ​​bungalows near the casino was deliberately blown up, alarming the Ninth Military Region, which has dispatched combat troops to investigate. The casino and the abandoned factory are very close; they are very likely to have traced it here!"

A shadow fell over Leng Ran's eyes.

The perpetrator is right in front of me.

The entire base is now under Dream's control, and the floating elevator is the only way to leave. If she refuses, Dream probably won't let her leave.

If the military finds this place and sees her and the corpses on the ground, who knows what trouble that will cause. Moreover, there's a possibility that the electronic devices carried by military personnel could be hacked by Meimeng, allowing her to leave evidence for them.

If she were to retain her identity as the judge, she would inevitably have to clash with the military, and if she didn't hold back, there would certainly be casualties, which was not what she wanted to see.

If Ling Yunjun's identity were revealed, it would fulfill Mei Meng's wish and give him a real, fatal handle.

What a clever scheme! Fortunately, Yangon can temporarily block Mei Meng's control, giving her a chance to turn the tables.

"How's your consideration?" Meimeng asked unhurriedly. "Think it through before you answer. I don't necessarily need you. If we can't cooperate, you're just a potential threat to me."

“We can cooperate, but like you said, I also need to take some precautions.” Leng Ran tilted her head, used her right hand to remove the miniature earpiece hidden in her ear, and clenched it in her palm. “Meimeng, have you realized something?”

"You haven't been able to connect to this miniature headset for a long time."

Dream: "Yes, your headset was already broken when I arrived."

"Is it really damaged?" Leng Ran's eyes deepened. "Take a guess, does this miniature headset I'm holding have a listening device and a storage chip installed inside?"

Meimeng stared at her hand for a while, then sneered, "It's already damaged. Trying to trick me and use it as a threat? Leng Ran, you're too naive."

"Dream, since you know my identity as Ling Yunjun, why don't you guess whether I have a powerful backer?" Leng Ran still clenched his fist. "Detonating the area around the casino to attract the military's attention... Do you really think I know nothing about this?"

The projection of the beautiful dream froze for a moment.

He had indeed just detonated the bomb he had planted, yet Leng Ran was able to receive the news so quickly... Could it be that she wasn't lying to him?

"Who's helping you?" Dream asked grimly. "Considering your connections... is it the assistance from the capital planet? Storm? Or that guy who's always blogging?"

"That's not important, dream." His cold gaze carried undisguised pressure. "What's important is that I do have something that can threaten you."

Mei Meng's voice was calm: "You can threaten me, but you can also be my deadly weapon. I admit to betraying the Divine Envoy, but you have also accepted Leng Ran's identity. If you really deliver this evidence to the Divine Envoy, neither of us will have an easy time."

“That’s right, but at times, I don’t mind going down with you.” He smiled coldly. “If this evidence is sent up, I’ll only lose my identity as an Illuminati undercover agent, but you’ll probably lose your life.”

"Can you afford this price?"

After a few seconds of silence, Mei Meng spoke again: "What do you want?"

"Don't be so nervous, we're 'partners'." Leng Ran deliberately emphasized the last four words. "It's mutually beneficial, and I will grant your wish. However, you must unconditionally follow my instructions."

"If I discover that someone is two-faced or attempts to harm me or those around me..." Leng Ran smiled coldly, "I guarantee that this record will be delivered to the divine messenger on time."

Mei Meng's tone was somewhat unfriendly, but she could only acquiesce: "Okay, I promise you."

The measuring device in mid-air emitted a buzzing sound. Turning its head coldly, it saw that the white flowers had fully bloomed.

The girl who was sleeping in the ice coffin has disappeared, leaving only Hua Xue, who is lying on the coffin lid, her life hanging in the balance, and the Rabbit Prince she is clutching tightly in her hand.

After the transaction ended, the balance of the heavens gradually became illusory, as if it had escaped into another dimension and disappeared before Leng Ran's eyes.

The ice coffin, having lost its support, fell along with Hua Xue. Without a second thought, Leng Ran leaped up and caught Hua Xue with one hand. Feeling the slight warmth in his arms, Leng Ran was pleasantly surprised.

Although we don't know what happened, Xiaoxue is still alive!

She concealed her emotions and looked up at Meimeng: "Meimeng, my partner. Activate the levitation elevator now and send us away from here."

The projection of the beautiful dream disappeared: "Hmph, Leng Ran, we have a long future ahead of us."

The operating button for the suspended elevator lit up, and Leng Ran finally loosened his clenched right fist.

The miniature headset had shattered into powder, which trickled down Leng Ran's fingers, mingling with the cyborg corpse on the ground, indistinguishable from it.

She had absolutely no evidence.

Yangon's shielding effect has limited time, and she doesn't dare gamble on whether Meimeng can break through Yangon's shielding effect with all her might. Only by destroying this miniature headset can she confirm its "damaged state" and make Meimeng wary.

However, the people that Meimeng suspected immediately struck her as odd.

Both Assist and Storm are planetary AIs, so their strength is undeniable. And the blogger... the blogger she's contacted... is it Zifeiyu from Star Wars? Could she also be a hacking expert, perhaps even surpassing Dream?

This is an interesting discovery. It seems she can have a good chat with this "zifeiyu".

Leng Ran picked up Hua Xue on his back and then scooped up the rabbit prince who had fallen to the ground. This was the doll that Xiao Xue would rather die than let go of; he might as well take it back with her.

"Xiaoxue, I told you I would take you away," Leng Ran said softly. "I can send you to a place far away from trouble. Whether you stay or go is up to you."