CHAPTER 271: CHAPTER 123: THE RETURN OF THE KING

As the Earth Yin Escape left his body and plunged into the boundless darkness, Fa Xiaoyi’s lips still retained the warmth of Yue Jinghua’s blood.

He had no regrets about leaving that dark star pattern on Yue Jinghua’s neck; at least he could make her remember him forever, her body flowing with his strand of blood.

Like a withered leaf falling from a branch.

Falling--falling---

Was he to plummet into Dark Hell, that place strewn with the carcasses of Ancient Demon Beasts, a hell where the weak are prey to the strong?

In his ears, the singing of lullabies by the Queen Mother resounded, gently coaxing him to sleep.

His eyelids grew heavier, and Fa Xiaoyi spread his hands as if to embrace something, heavily falling down.

Falling, continuously falling---

Bursts of red and white fireworks rose slowly into the sky above the Amazon River, exploding at their zenith, creating a dazzling rain of light that seemed to fall from the sky.

In the 23rd century, half an hour before the new year was about to arrive, following the custom of the United States, the people, whether at home or in various open squares and bars, were waiting for that most brilliant burst of midnight fireworks.

What they did not know was that this new year, instead of the long-awaited fireworks, they were greeted by explosive news that made the entire interstellar tremble.

For over half a year, the 229-story Hexagonal Building, like a sharp blade, burst from the ground, piercing the clouds.

Just over a thousand meters from the Hexagonal Building, atop a common office building in the 23rd century, a tall man in a high-collared coat deeply inhaled, flicked his fingers, and tossed away the cigarette butt.

In mid-air, the cigarette butt fell like a moth with scorched wings from the skyscraper.

Hidden in darkness, the man took out a photo from his pocket, pressed it to his lips, and a murmur like a whisper escaped his thin lips, faintly hearing the word "Xiaoqi..."

The wind grew stronger, the man pulled up his collar, and disappeared atop the high building.

At midnight precisely, as a burst of multicolored fireworks accompanied by cheers broke through the sky.

"Boom," a massive half-circle of light passed through TV, internet, mobile phones, and countless pairs of eyes of outdoor revelers, continually expanding.

About a minute later, someone finally reacted, "Oh my God, that’s the Hexagonal Building! The Hexagonal Building has exploded."

In the moment the Hexagonal Building was destroyed, a Cosmic Shuttle blasted off from the hangar beneath it, slicing through the sky like a bullet.

"Report to headquarters, a latest Gamma Light Speed Machine has been stolen, currently speeding towards Gamma Planet at 3000 sub-light years per hour," the American intelligence department immediately accessed the Galaxy’s starmap upon hearing the news of the detonation.

On it, they quickly identified a light-emitting flying object.

"This is the second attack on the Hexagonal Building within half a year. The last explosion killed more than twenty elite agents. This explosion is even graver, including damage to the building’s basement and other structures, with over a hundred casualties. The President has issued orders to kill the attackers at all costs," the American intelligence department immediately dispatched dozens of Cosmic Shuttles, doggedly chasing the meteor-shaped shuttle ahead.

Following that, the US Cosmic Army initiated an intense two-day and three-night interstellar chase.

In the pitch-black space, the man skillfully maneuvered the formidable US military space shuttle, much like a seasoned fighter pilot.

As he passed through a dense asteroid belt, the man executed several graceful gliding dives, causing two planes trailing behind him to collide, followed by a swift dive to the side that resulted in a plane crashing into an asteroid.

"Another 40,000 sub-light years and we’ll enter the atmosphere of Gamma Planet," the man put down the satellite detector inside the ship, and a dull gray planet appeared ahead.

"Xiaoqi, I will soon find the reason for your disappearance, wait for me," a trace of pain flickered in the man’s eyes.

Half a year ago, the Grey Alliance lost two top female spies overnight.

Yue Xiaoqi, a woman who had always been like the left arm and right wing of Hui Liao, was regarded in such a way by Hui Liao until the moment she died.

But after she left, Hui Liao realized he was wrong.

The existence of Yue Xiaoqi had already surpassed that of an arm or wing; her existence was like air itself.

Every night, thinking of that carefree and easygoing woman who never frowned in the face of danger, he felt a sense of suffocation as if he was lacking oxygen.

Liao was not willing to admit that Yue Xiaoqi was dead; she couldn’t be dead, he hadn’t even found her body. Vanishing along with her body was a mysterious book she had brought back from Gamma Planet.

Subconsciously, Liao believed that Yue Xiaoqi’s bizarre death was definitely related to that book, claimed to be the strongest military tome in history.

Arriving on Gamma Planet and finding the excavation site of the book might offer hope in uncovering the reason for Xiaoqi’s disappearance.

"Bang--" The fuselage shook violently, and an armor-piercing bullet buzzed by, grazing the wing of the plane. Hui Liao snapped back from his reminiscing.

He swiftly pulled up the control stick, and the fuselage nimbly burrowed into a dense asteroid belt.

"Warning warning, speed approaching the speed of light, do you wish to reduce speed," the central computer inside the cockpit issued a warning.

Liao stared at the detection screen, his hands continuously pulling at the rapidly moving control stick, as the speed warning light kept flashing underneath the screen.

"Warning warning, oil level has exceeded the critical level, please dock nearby," Liao frowned, noting that during the recent shuttling through the asteroids, the fuel compartment behind his plane had been breached.

"Bang--" Two more armor-piercing bullets chased after him and hit the fuselage. Behind him, at least five or six elite US Cosmic Army planes were closing in.

"Tsk," Liao glanced at the screen and sharply pressed down on the control stick, the high-speed plane suddenly turned around and charged towards the US planes pursuing him from behind.

"Boom--" A deafening explosion sounded, debris from a plane along with roiling smoke fell in the space hundreds of sub-light years away from Gamma Planet.

Just as the plane exploded, Fa Xiaoyi, who had been plummeting into endless darkness, suddenly opened his eyes.

In his eyes, there was no longer any weakness, only decisiveness and coldness.

Below, a light hole gradually expanded.

Fa Xiaoyi.

No, the reborn King of Spies, Hui Liao, didn’t hesitate for a second; he tightened his arms, executed a backward spine dive, and plunged into that light hole.