Chen Fei did not get a hint or clue about the role The First Sovereign played in this conversation inquiry.

However, one thing was certain: a sovereignty capable of sending warships to forcibly evacuate citizens from another country's territory would not casually abandon its own citizens.

But The First Sovereign remained silent. Chen Fei speculated that they were mostly waiting for some clown to embarrass themselves and then get slapped to death.

This kind of maneuver in history has happened more than once, yet it works every time. They call it "not firing the first shot." Who knows if it's essentially entrapment enforcement?

"That's certain. To have the qualification to own an entire Life Planet, at least sovereignty is the starting point. Look at yourself in the mirror, what are you?"

Before Chen Fei went in, Miyoshi Monk didn't express it this way but instead raised his arm and shouted: "Are nobles and rulers born differently!? The tradition of the little days' uprising is undisguised. What's Habulav, really worth that much?"

But now, the Monk seemed like a different person, his tone filled with mockery toward Chen Fei.

"Now they not only want me to hand over the Emerald Star but also be a watchdog for them!"

Chen Fei wasn't angry at all. The communication between the two was being monitored one hundred percent, so some words had to be twisted, not spoken outright. Even when encountering nitpickers, not a single fault could be found in their conversation.

"Then be it! Being a dog might occasionally reward you with a small bone. You never know, there might be some meat residue left on it, and then you've hit big."

Miyoshi Monk intentionally spoke sarcasm, making the monitoring personnel frown deeply.

If one can be human, who the heck would willingly be a dog!

"Why don't you go be a dog? During the New Year, you can still get some stew benefits!"

Chen Fei retorted with a counter.

"How do you know I haven't been a dog? I am waiting to be stewed now! Just because I know too much, those big shots don't care about the lives of us small roles. Anytime, we could be thrown out and sacrificed. Why? Small roles should unite and help each other, otherwise... we'll all die!"

Miyoshi Xuesen somewhat identified with the situation; his tone became agitated.

In Jianghu, one cannot act as they wish—doing dirty work with one's head hanging on the belt, licking blood off the blade—who knows which day they might not return? Thinking about being discarded after usefulness brings resentment, and the last few sentences are spoken with genuine emotion, infused with real feelings.

Now, having firmly decided to mix with Chen Fei is because Habulav's side acted unjustly.

When two people speak, more than three listen.

The monitoring team members exchanged glances, feeling like the words from Miyoshi were directed not at Chen Fei, but at them.

"Monk, shall we give the Emerald Star or not? The pressure on my side is increasing."

Not a word Chen Fei said was true.

The communication between him and Miyoshi Xuesen was all about hidden messages. They played with double entendres, the actual information communicated was understood through mutual tacit agreement, while other words were part of a setup. Even if someone realized the tricks at play, it would be hard to discern their true intentions.

"Give it, and hand it over to 'Sagali,' for the peace of Blue Star Civilization! Avoid being criticized for them making efforts for peace among civilizations, while we sabotage it from the sidelines. It's better that we be the Madonna."

Miyoshi Xuesen spoke cynically with resentment. Some things, if not revealed, everyone would pretend to be ignorant, continuing to make foolish mistakes. But once the table is turned, revealing those unseen matters is like the tide receding from the beach, laying bare who has been swimming naked—everything becomes crystal clear.

"I..."

"Beep beep beep beep beep!"

The wired phone call abruptly disconnected, breaking the connection between Chen Fei and Miyoshi Xuesen. Attempting to dial again resulted in a busy signal, trying other numbers also returned a busy tone.

He chuckled coldly twice.

Putting down the receiver, his mind clear as crystal, the wolf and tiger words exchanged between him and the Monk had provoked the Habulav side, leading them to sever their communication proactively.

The Blue Star Sovereigns were still coveting the Emerald Star held by Chen Fei. If handed outright to the "Sagali" civilization, it would indeed be a lost cause.

From the very beginning, it was easy to predict that Habulav, representing the sovereigns' intentions, would likely use peaceful talks as a reason to pressure Chen Fei. Not surrendering the Emerald Star equates to undermining peace talks, threatening the peace and security of Blue Star human civilization. However, this time's call turned the pressure back on them. Since it's for peace, let's either not do it or do it thoroughly—once and for all.

Those sovereignties who desire the Emerald Star should have the guts to snatch it themselves, whoever manages to seize it should own it. Don't expect Chen Xiao'er to make wedding clothes for others. As an official citizen, he could straightforwardly say he won't do it anymore, pack up and leave. Who could use a gun to his head and force him, or play target practice for five minutes first?

By breaking certain matters in advance, some tactics can no longer be employed, and some might feel quite uncomfortable being stuck, incapable of reasoning properly. It's called having your lips met before things are settled; nowhere to argue logic in the situation.

With this move, communication with the outside world was thoroughly severed, but Chen Fei wasn't worried at all and went to sleep peacefully.

The underground level of the Heavy Criminal Prison never sees daylight—all time recognized through clock prompts. His biological clock woke him at six o'clock sharp, brushing teeth and washing face, ordering himself two baskets of buns, a serving of fried dumplings, four sticks of fried dough, olive greens, and mixed grain porridge. In less than five minutes, the delivery robot triggered the doorbell of his dorm.

A full container of breakfast swept away in a windstorm, Chen Fei had an astonishing appetite. Even if trapped in an increasingly worse situation, it didn't affect him at all.

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After finishing breakfast, Chen Fei placed the lunchbox by the door, almost right on cue, when the blonde girl Nicole walked over in her high heels, tapping loudly, not even giving Chen Fei a chance to close the door.

"Someone's looking for you, come with me!"

She said, turning around directly and walking away, not even checking if Chen Fei was free.

Being at this place, free or not doesn't really matter. If they tell you to go, you follow.

Taking the elevator down, it's the same floor as yesterday.

As soon as the elevator doors opened, a cacophony of screams could be heard.

"Have mercy, I don't want it, I beg you, I know I was wrong, don't, don't, for God's sake, it really has nothing to do with me..."

The clanking of iron chains echoed through the corridor as Chen Fei saw a group of prison guards dragging a continuously struggling short and fat man. Shackles restrained his limbs, limiting the scope of movements, and his struggles were insignificant to the fully armed prison guards. They dragged him directly into an interrogation room numbered 21, and once the door was closed, no sound came out.

Apart from the two armed prison guards standing by the door, the quiet corridor made it seem as if nothing had happened.

Seeing Chen Fei still staring intently at room 21, Nicole cleared her throat and said, "This... is absolutely not an intimidation tactic aimed at you, don't overthink it."

"Oh!"

Chen Fei responded noncommittally, his exterior indifferent, making it difficult to discern his inner thoughts.

However, Nicole was certain of one thing: such a minor scene could hardly scare someone bold enough to vie for a life planet against sovereigns. Even just having such thoughts was audacious and almost incredible.

The same interrogation room 43 as yesterday, with no armed prison guards, no cages, no shackles, no supernatural ability suppressant; the Heavy Criminal Prison would not do meaningless things on Chen Fei.

After Chen Fei took his seat, the blonde girl excused herself for a moment and soon returned with a pot-bellied middle-aged man, well-dressed, with a receding hairline, and wearing glasses. His unappealing triangular eyes gleamed with a haughty look.

"'Rookie' Chen Fei, are you really a rookie? Have you thought about the consequences?"

The man immediately began to berate Chen Fei, sounding like a lecture yet containing a great deal of personal attacks.

"Which sovereignty is this guy from?"

Utterly unmoved, Chen Fei seemed as if he hadn't heard a thing, glancing past the greasy middle-aged man with the half-bald head to the blonde girl, who looked embarrassed. Such a brazen verbal attack had clearly taken her by surprise.

She originally thought there would be a gradual questioning, but it turned out to be a full-on emotional escalation from the start, making it hard to deescalate.

"...Damn, are you listening to me? Pay some attention, you brat!"

The middle-aged man's meticulously combed remnant hair turned disheveled. Chen Fei's attitude irritated him immensely, and he surprisingly bypassed the small rectangular table, reaching for Chen Fei's collar.

"Gamada's!"

Nicole shrugged her shoulders.

Boom!~

Just then, a chubby figure, along with the small rectangular table, flew backwards, hitting the wall not far away with a heavy thud, and then both the man and table crashed down together. The table even inflicted a second injury, falling on the man's body, followed belatedly by a howl of pain.

"Gamada? Very well, it's fine now!"

Chen Fei settled back into his seat calmly.

"This guy is a Joint Member, just an ordinary person, not an Ability User."

Nicole rubbed her forehead and sighed; she had anticipated this outcome.

Even if the mind reading technique was ineffective, Chen Fei's behavioral patterns were often not difficult to predict.

Everyone thought he was a rookie, but in reality, he was a tyrant, his temperament so nasty that he cared nothing about consequences, recklessly charging in without sparing himself, so his monopolization of a life planet wasn't unexpected.

Chen Fei said nonchalantly, "No problem, let your boss come, I'll handle them just the same."

An insignificant Joint Member from Gamada dared to point fingers at him—utterly foolish. The First Sovereign feared no one!

Nicole looked up and spoke to the camera in the ceiling, "Get Mr. Su Mo out!"

At this point, the stretcher and medical personnel were already on the way.

Taking advantage of the time while the man was being taken away, the blonde girl scolded Chen Fei, "You've gotten yourself into quite a bit of trouble, even though this guy wanted to gain some easy advantage."