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

As the dust settled, the Gale Eagle before him was completely dead. Somewhat exhausted, Leng Ran sat down on the Gale Eagle's paw pads, holding "Eight Desolations," and took a deep breath.

It's finally over. I'm exhausted. Thankfully, I didn't crash into any buildings or crowds and cause any further casualties.

He Yuanyang's anxious voice came from the personal terminal: "Ali, how are you? Are you badly injured?"

Leng Ran hadn't recovered yet: "Father, I'm fine. It's just a minor injury."

He Yuanyang: "Then why aren't you moving?"

Leng Ran: "I'm a little exhausted... No, how did Father know?"

He Yuanyang was silent for a few seconds: "Look at the sky."

Leng Ran looked up in confusion. Several live-streaming drones were hovering above him. When they saw Leng Ran looking at them, they became even more brazen and started live-streaming right up to his face.

Leng Ran was numb; her attention was entirely focused on the Gale Eagle, and she hadn't noticed anything amiss.

When did they start live streaming?

He Yuanyang: "From the moment you jumped off the plane."

Leng Ran regained some strength and wanted to escape the scene as soon as possible. She had just contacted Ryan to pick her up when she was surrounded by a group of students and news media who had rushed over after hearing the news.

"That Gale Eagle was a C-rank, right? It just died like that? Without a mech?"

"The skillful maneuver of this expert is absolutely breathtaking!"

Students from the School of Science and Technology recognized Bahuang: "Isn't that the latest product from the Weapons Development Department? The Bahuang sniper rifle?"

Some people wondered, "Where is our mech squad? Why haven't they been deployed yet?"

This question struck a chord with Leng Ran. She also didn't understand why the mecha team hadn't deployed yet. Had they encountered some trouble?

Media reporters also flocked forward, handing Leng Ran various recording devices.

"Is this student a freshman at Storm Military Academy? What's their name?"

Leng Ran saw Rein and Cecilia arriving in their hovercar to rescue people and gripped the retractable grappling hook in his hand tightly.

"I'll be your junior." She chuckled arrogantly, launched her grappling hook, grabbed the edge of the hovercar's hatch, and swung up quickly.

"You'll find out your name sooner or later!" Leng Ran's voice rose higher and higher, drifting in the wind.

The students at Storm Military Academy gasped in surprise: "Junior? Junior! He's not even an adult yet?!"

A commander exclaimed in surprise, "My god, when did I get such an awesome junior?"

A lone soldier shouted from the crowd, "Junior, don't go! Come teach your senior how to kill a beast with your bare hands!"

Leng Ran landed smoothly, waved to the crowd below, and then turned and got into the hovercar.

Upon seeing the bloodstains on Leng Ran, Raine brought over the medical kit and silently handed it to Leng Ran.

Leng Ran took the medical kit, skillfully took out the treatment device, and treated his wounds: "Thanks, brother."

Cecilia also came over, asking with concern, "How are your injuries, Mo Li?"

"It's nothing, just a minor injury." It hurts a little, but Leng Ran is used to it.

The faint light emitted by the treatment device accelerates the healing process of the wound, and the cold wound quickly stops bleeding and scabs over under the effect of the treatment device.

To prevent the wound from being scratched, Leng Ran still wrapped it with a layer of gauze.

Soaring prompted: "Mo Li, I have received a communication request from a transport vehicle of Storm Military Academy. Do you wish to connect?"

He glanced coldly at the "Eight Desolations" in his hand; the other party was probably here to take back their weapon.

She really liked this long-range, powerful sniper rifle, so much so that she never lost it along the way.

Ah, I really want to steal it, but she can't. Let's go back to the Illuminati's robbery point.

Leng Ran: "Connect it."

"Guardian Angel! How are you?" Qi Shan's voice came from the other end of the communicator. "That last move was really cool! You must have been sent by heaven to save me!"

"No, I didn't... Never mind, here's the Eight Desolations back. Just bring the car over." Leng Ran didn't want to explain anymore; she had indeed saved the person.

Qi Shan exclaimed excitedly, "Great!"

A short while later, Qi Shan parked the car and got out.

Qi Shan wore glasses, and his long, light blue hair was tied into a low ponytail, hanging naturally down his back.

“Guardian!” Qi Shan’s eyes lit up, but when he saw the bloodstains on Leng Ran’s body, he frowned again. “You’re injured.”

Leng Ran stood up and picked up the Eight Desolations: "It's a minor injury. If you had come any later, the wound would have healed."

Leng Ran then asked, "What's your name? Are you a student at Blizzard Military Academy?"

"Oh, I haven't introduced myself yet." Qi Shan cleared his throat. "I'm Qi Shan, a third-year student at the Storm Military Academy's Technology College."

Leng Ran handed over the Eight Desolations: "Mo Li, your future junior in the individual combat department."

A hint of fervor flickered in Qi Shan's eyes, but he quickly concealed it.

It was him! The prophecies were indeed true...

He coldly pressed further: "What's in the transport vehicle? Where is it being sent? Why did it attract the Swiftwind Eagles' attack?"

Qi Shan shook his head: "The transportation mission was arranged by the mentor. I don't know what's inside, but it's going to be sent to the Storm Star Science Research Institute."

It's the Storm Star Science Research Institute again. Biyanhua, was it you who orchestrated today's events?

His cold, deep gaze asked, "May I open the box and inspect the goods?"

Qi Shan hesitated for a moment: "I'd also like to open the box and take a look, but it's locked with a special lock that only people from the research institute can open."

He sighed coldly, "Never mind then, here's the Eight Desolations back to you, it's very useful."

Qi Shan stopped Leng Ran, who was walking back: "Hey, wait a minute. Boss, let's add each other on WeChat. I can send you messages!"

Leng Ran agreed, and the two went their separate ways after adding each other's computer numbers.

After sitting for a while, Ryan slowly asked, "Where do we go next?"

Leng Ran: "Either way, it's up to you."

Cecilia: "Huh? Wasn't it you, Mo Li, who was taking us out to play?"

Leng Ran asked doubtfully, "I'm here to be a bodyguard, aren't I? If I absolutely have to choose... how about I treat you to dinner?"

Cecilia/Rain: "Okay."

Half an hour later, three more people in disguise appeared on the food street.

The large screen in the square is broadcasting the news of today's Galehawk attack on a loop, especially the part where Leng Ran jumped off the transport vehicle alone and confronted the Galehawk.

News banner: "Mysterious junior student tears apart C-level Gale Eagle, Storm Military Academy's future is promising!"

Fearing being recognized and surrounded, Leng Ran checked the optical disguise device on her face again.

A little girl holding an ice cream pointed at the screen: "The brother on this screen is eating cake over there."

Leng Ran, who was eating cake, felt a jolt in her heart and swallowed the cake in her hand in a few bites.

The robot nanny next to the girl looked around and said, "Who's eating cake? Xiaoxue, you've mistaken us! Come on, let's go home."

"Oh." The little girl glanced at Leng Ran one last time before leaving.

"What a perceptive child." Cecilia took a bite of the shortbread with relish.

The eldest princess of the empire was very receptive to these small, scattered delicacies, and bought a lot for Renn to carry back.

Renn, whose clothes were already covered with bags and packages: ...As long as Your Highness is happy.