Chapter 150: Crowd Control and Dominating Strength! Task Completed, Generous Rewards

Chapter 150: Dominating Control Strength! Mission Complete, Generous Rewards (Sixth Update, Monthly Ticket Bonus, Requesting Monthly Tickets)

The heavy boots of the power armor trod upon the metal deck coated in viscous pus, emitting a dull, squelching sound.

The four-man squad, with Qin Feng as the spearhead, formed a tight diamond combat formation, advancing swiftly deeper into the ship along the constantly blinking navigation route on the power armor’s HUD.

The corridors along the way were like a bloody tableau depicting hell.

The walls were covered with claw marks and craters; twisted corpses and shattered mutant limbs were everywhere. The cloying, rancid stench in the air grew ever more intense, to the point that even the power armor’s built-in air circulation system could not fully filter it.

“Captain, according to the structural map, three hundred meters ahead is the central lift platform leading to the lower living quarters.”

Zhou Quan’s deep voice sounded over the comm channel. The twin blades in his hands were untouched by blood; each strike precisely kept the mutants’ bodily fluids at a safe distance.

“Raise alert level.”

Qin Feng’s voice was cold as ice. “The closer we get to the survivor gathering point, the fiercer the resistance we’ll face. Nurgle’s creations are drawn to the scent of life.”

No sooner had he spoken than several streams of green acid suddenly shot out from the corner of the corridor ahead.

“Evade left!”

Without even looking, Qin Feng barked the order.

The four squad members, as if rehearsed a thousand times, moved in perfect unison half a step to the left. The power armor’s formidable performance allowed them to easily dodge this lethal ambush.

The acid splashed onto the metal floor where they had stood, instantly corroding several large holes that sizzled and emitted black smoke.

“Roar!”

The ambush failed, and from the shadows burst seven or eight mutants wielding bone blades, their vitality indices fluctuating around 60 points.

“Yin Jing, precision kill!”

Qin Feng issued another command.

In the squad, the ever-silent Yin Jing flickered, shooting forward like an arrow from a bow, instantly breaking formation.

The silver spear in her hand traced a brilliant streak of light through the dim corridor, the spear tip vibrating seven times in rapid succession, too fast for the eye to follow.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

After seven nearly simultaneous soft sounds, the charging mutants seemed to hit a pause button, their movements abruptly ceasing. The next second, each of their heads bore a precise, bloody hole.

Yin Jing did not stop; she tapped the wall with her toe, executed a graceful somersault, and returned to the formation as if nothing had happened.

The entire process took less than three seconds.

“Nice.”

Zou Yun murmured a compliment over the channel.

Every person in this squad was a true elite.

“Keep moving.”

Qin Feng’s tone was utterly unruffled.

The squad advanced, fighting every step of the way.

As Qin Feng had predicted, the deeper they went, the greater the number of mutants and the stronger they became.

From the initial 60 points or so, to later 65 points, and even sporadic elite individuals with vitality indices close to their own.

But no matter how ferocious the enemy, under Qin Feng’s precision command—like a supercomputer—the four-man squad remained an unstoppable blade, steadily tearing through all obstacles.

Finally, after traversing a kilometer-long corridor of blood, an immense circular hall appeared before them.

This was the last barrier to the lower living quarters.

At the far end of the hall stood a massive, thick circular alloy gate, gleaming with metallic luster.

The gate was covered in dense dents and claw marks, clearly having endured a prolonged and violent assault.

“Boom!” “Boom!” “Clang!”

Heavy impacts echoed continuously from the gate, accompanied by faint, muffled cries and desperate screams from behind it.

And before the gate, the entire hall was packed with countless mutants!

Their number was at least over a hundred!

As for those with vitality indices above 70 points, there were more than forty!

Even more terrifying was that these mutants were far more twisted and powerful than any encountered before.

Their bodies were generally more bloated, the pustules on their skin throbbing violently like living things; some even had bone spurs like insect limbs growing from their backs.

Forty mutants with vitality indices above 70 points!

Their strength was on par with the squad members!

This was no longer a battle—it was a war!

“This… how do we fight this?”

Even a warrior like Zhou Quan couldn’t help but draw a sharp breath at the sight.

Zou Yun and Yin Jing’s breathing also grew heavy.

Over forty enemies of the same level, fearless and endless, while they were only four.

Once surrounded, the power armor’s energy shields wouldn’t hold for long.

“Scared?”

Qin Feng’s voice came over the channel, still in that calm, unruffled tone.

“No way!”

Zhou Quan roared back instantly, his fighting spirit ignited.

“Then let’s fight.”

Qin Feng’s gaze swept across the hall.

“Follow my command. We’ll cut in from the left flank and punch through them!”

“Zhou Quan, you’re the arrowhead. Use your twin blades to carve a path! Don’t hold back on stamina—use your strongest burst!”

“Yin Jing, stay at Zhou Quan’s flank and rear. Use your spear to handle any enemy trying to attack his side!”

“Zou Yun, you cover the right flank and protect Yin Jing’s back!”

“All elite monsters are mine!”

“Understood!”

The three answered in unison.

“Charge!”

At Qin Feng’s command, the engines of all four power armors roared simultaneously, turning into four streaks of light as they plunged without hesitation into that sea of rot and despair!

“Open the fucking way!!!”

Zhou Quan went berserk, his arm muscles bulging as the power armor’s energy output instantly overloaded.

The twin blades in his hands were infused with terrifying psychic energy.

Killing move—Soul-Severing Blade!

He became a high-speed meat grinder, tearing a ten-meter-long bloody corridor through the dense formation of the mutated corpses in an instant!

Countless severed limbs and green pus splattered in all directions.

Yet the mutated corpses knew no fear; the gap was instantly flooded with monsters, trying to drown him.

"Don't even think about it!"

Yin Jing's shadow clung to him like a ghost; her spear transformed into a hundred silver phantoms, each one striking with deadly precision at the eye sockets or throats of the mutated corpses.

Her spearplay was nimble and lethal, perfectly guarding every flaw exposed by Zhou Quan's furious assault.

Zou Yun also unleashed his full power; his iron fists danced with a fierce wind, the brutal force of *Overlord Fist* blasting away any monster trying to approach from the right flank.

But the enemy's numbers were overwhelming!

An elite mutated corpse slipped past their three-man line; the bone spurs on its back, like arthropod limbs, shot out, aiming straight for Yin Jing's back as she poured out her full strength!

At that critical moment!

A spear shadow, faster than the bone spur!

Qin Feng's figure had somehow appeared behind Yin Jing; his Thousand-Army Spear, striking after the spur, arrived first, with a masterful angle, and with a *clang*, precisely deflected the deadly bone spur.

Then, with a flick of his wrist, the spear shot out like a venomous dragon emerging from its lair, instantly piercing the elite mutated corpse's skull.

He didn't even glance back; his form flickered, and he appeared on another battlefield.

He was like a ghost, a master of the battlefield.

Sometimes he was in front of Zhou Quan, unleashing a sweeping *Thousand-Army Cleave* that sent three or four attacking mutated corpses flying, giving Zhou Quan a moment to breathe;

Sometimes he was beside Zou Yun, his spear lightly tapping to deflect a series of tricky ambushes.

Every appearance of Qin Feng was perfectly timed.

Every aid he gave made his three teammates fight with incredible ease.

The entire battlefield was revitalized by him alone!

Zou Yun grew more astonished and more admiring with each passing moment.

He saw with his own eyes how Qin Feng's form twisted and turned amid the siege of several monsters—his footwork sometimes fierce as a raptor's strike, the *Raptor Step*; sometimes nimble as a dragon soaring through the sky, the *Dragon Step*.

Two completely different movement styles were perfectly fused in him.

And the spear in his hand was even more terrifying.

Sometimes it struck like a mountain, overwhelming force with raw power; sometimes it struck like lightning, cunning and vicious.

No matter the situation, he always used the most suitable, most efficient technique.

This was the true terror of the "Mastery Realm"!

They no longer clung to fixed killing moves; every move, every stance, came naturally, all of them lethal!

"Zou Yun! Watch your three o'clock! That one's about to spit!"

Qin Feng's voice suddenly exploded in the channel.

Zou Yun's heart tightened; almost instinctively, he rolled to the side.

The moment he left his spot, an elite mutated corpse with an abnormally swollen abdomen opened its mouth wide and *spat* a large stream of dark green acid venom, landing exactly where he had stood.

The ground corroded into a charred black, and the toxic fumes even triggered alarms in his power armor's sensors.

Zou Yun broke out in a cold sweat; if not for Qin Feng's warning, even if he hadn't been melted on the spot, his armor would have been damaged.

He was about to thank him, but saw that the elite mutated corpse that had spat the venom had already locked onto him again, its abdomen swelling once more.

And he, having just expended his strength, had no new force to draw on—he couldn't dodge in time!

In that moment of despair, a black lightning bolt cut across his vision.

It was Qin Feng's spear!

*Shadow of the Laughing Kite!*

That Thousand-Army Spear seemed to ignore the distance; it flashed through Zou Yun's pupils, and with perfect precision, at the instant the elite mutated corpse opened its mouth, it entered through its mouth and pierced through its entire brain!

The terrifying force within the spear carried the massive monster backward, pinning it dead against the distant wall.

The crisis was instantly resolved.

Zou Yun stared blankly at this scene, feeling the sharp spear wind that had passed beside him, and after a long moment, he squeezed out two words from his throat.

"...Good spear!"

This praise came from the depths of his heart, a sincere awe and admiration.

"Focus!"

Qin Feng's voice pulled him back to reality.

The battle continued, but under Qin Feng's leadership, like a stabilizing pillar, the scales of victory had already begun to tip in their favor.

The number of mutated corpses was visibly decreasing, and the four-man squad's formation was never broken.

...

When the last mutated corpse was decapitated by Zhou Quan's blade, the entire hall finally fell completely silent.

The floor was covered with severed limbs, flesh, and stinking pus; four battered power armors stood silently in this bloody slaughterhouse.

"Huff... huff..."

Zhou Quan leaned on his twin blades, panting heavily; the psionic core reading of his power armor had dropped below 30%.

Yin Jing and Zou Yun were also heavily exhausted, but in their eyes, besides fatigue, there was more a sense of relief at surviving the ordeal and awe at Qin Feng's unfathomable strength.

Without Qin Feng in this battle, the four of them would have been completely wiped out.

Qin Feng withdrew his spear, glanced at the alloy gate, and ordered his S-class AI assistant: "Hamer, contact the ship's main control system and send a message to the survivors in the living quarters."

[Command confirmed.]

The next second, a clear, steady electronic synthesized voice sounded through the gate's built-in broadcast system in the living quarters:

"Attention, survivors in the living quarters. This is a warrior squad subordinate to the 'Canaan Star Martial Arts University—Fearless Battle Group.' All external enemies have been eliminated. The threat is neutralized. Please remain calm and wait for our personnel to come and assist."

The desperate cries inside the door instantly fell silent, replaced by a dead stillness, and then an eruption of incredulous cheers.

"The mission is not over."

Qin Feng said in the channel. "Follow me. We're going to the cockpit."

The three immediately followed.

The squad quickly arrived at the cockpit on the top deck of the ship.

It was also in disarray, but the core control hub was still intact.

Qin Feng walked to the main console and, following Hamer's instructions, opened a hidden compartment, taking out a palm-sized, faintly glowing black cube.

"The flight recorder is in hand."

He sank his consciousness into it and quickly began to browse.

Soon, the truth laid itself bare before him.

The root of it all was a cultist of Nurgle, disguised as an ordinary passenger.

At the very instant the vessel crossed into the Warp warp-jump, he detonated a plague bomb carried within his flesh, executing a suicidal strike.

His own body had long since vanished into nothingness amid the blast, yet that highly contagious pestilence spread like a rabid virus through the sealed confines of the ship.

Those formidable necromorphs were none other than the original security guards responsible for defending this luxury shuttle.

Possessing the greatest strength, they had engaged most deeply when resisting the plague, and in the end, they had mutated the most thoroughly.

"Hamer, scan the ship's interior. Locate emergency survival gear."

[Scan complete. Emergency supply crate discovered in cargo bay B7, containing three hundred sets of emergency survival respirators.]

"Good."

Qin Feng immediately began manipulating the central control hub, mobilizing the ship’s transport automata to dispatch the supplies to the lower decks.

"Let us move, to retrieve the survivors."

When Qin Feng and his three companions returned once more to that colossal alloy blast door, the supply crate containing the gas masks was already waiting.

Qin Feng keyed the commands into the door's control interface.

"Hiss—"

Accpanied by a heavy hiss of pneumatic pressure, the alloy gate that separated the living from the dead slowly slid aside.

Within the compartment, over a hundred survivors huddled together; upon beholding the four dread figures beyond the threshold—armored in power suit like demon-gods, drenched in blood and shredded flesh—their eyes ignited with instant, fierce emotion.

It was the Space Marines!

Qin Feng activated the external vox-grille of his power suit, his voice carrying forth with absolute clarity:

"Everyone, the corpses and residual fluids outside are highly corrosive and infectious. Please don the gas masks, then follow us to the escape pods."

The survivors stared at them blankly, their long-suppressed terror and despair dissolving in an instant into tears of miraculous deliverance.

Qin Feng’s gaze swept across the crowd.

The aura of their vital signs was universally low, the highest among them not exceeding twenty points.

Clearly, they were but ordinary passengers of this transport shuttle, perhaps hailing from remote colonial worlds where even the Warp transit network had not been fully integrated.

This was the true portrait of the Empire's lowest denizens.

Fragile, helpless, existing in the dark forest of the universe like candle flames liable to be extinguished by any passing wind. Under the organization of the four warriors, the survivors methodically received their gas masks, then formed a single file line behind the power suits, treading with utmost caution through that grand hall of death.

The final phase passed with tension but without disaster.

The squad successfully escorted all survivors to the escape pod bay located in the vessel's flank.

Watching those small survival pods decouple from the shuttle, carrying the survivors as they coasted toward the nearby planet, Zou Yun exhaled a long, heavy breath.

"It is finally over."

Qin Feng, meanwhile, immediately opened his mission interface and selected the option to submit.

"Please place the flight data recorder into your Warp storage unit! And evacuate the current coordinates immediately!"

"Warning! The Imperial Inquisition has authorized the execution of 'Exterminatus'! An orbital psychic strike will arrive in ten minutes—"

"Mission complete. Final reward evaluation in progress. Please leave immediately!"

"Psychic strike will arrive in ten minutes—"

"Psychic strike will arrive in ten minutes—"

These crimson warnings flashed frantically across their HUD interfaces over and over again, like a death-dealing talisman.

An orbital psychic strike!

Hearing these words, Zou Yun, Zhou Quan, and Yin Jing felt a slight tremor of shock.

That was the ultimate method of purging, capable of utterly erasing the shuttle along with everything within a several-kilometer radius from the physical plane.

The four exchanged glances, each seeing the same shock and resolve reflected in the other's visor.

Without a moment's hesitation.

"Go!"

Qin Feng barked softly, and all four simultaneously activated their personal Warp teleportation functions.

In the next second, their forms grew illusory and distorted where they stood, ultimately dissolving into four streaks of flowing light, vanishing entirely from the dead ship that was marked for imminent cleansing.

—

Buzz—

The vertigo of tearing space and the mad whispers of dimensional transit receded like a tide, and the heavy sensation of solid ground returned beneath their feet.

Blinding white light forced the four to narrow their eyes instinctively; the light-adaption systems of their power suits completed their environmental adjustments within a hundredth of a second, and the frenziedly flashing "Orbital Psychic Strike" warnings on the ghostly blue HUD interfaces finally vanished, replaced by a concise line of green text.

[Warp teleportation complete.]

[Welcome back to Canaan Starry Sky Martial Arts Academy.]

Qin Feng raised his head and looked around.

They stood in the midst of a colossal plaza whose vastness defied verbal description.

The vault above was impossibly high; what shimmered with a soft luminescence was a simulated genuine starry sky, within which miniature nebulae drifted in a slow, silent current.

Upon the plaza floor lay millions of teleportation warp-gates emitting a ghostly blue glow, arranged in perfect rows like an inverted sea of stars, stretching to the very edge of sight.

With every passing second, gates flared into life or went dark.

Countless warriors clad in various patterns of power suit and tactical gear emerged from or vanished into them. Most of them, like Qin Feng’s squad, were drenched in blood, their armor fouled with the bodily fluids and ragged flesh of xenos, their eyes bearing an undisguised fatigue and lethal intent.

There were also a few who carried themselves with high spirits, evidently returning laden with spoils. Yet far more walked with hurried steps, accepting new assignments and rushing off to new battlefields.

This was the central teleportation hub of the Canaan Starry Sky Martial Arts Academy, the alpha and omega connecting this institution to the battlefields of the stars.

It was a river forged of steel and blood, never halting its flow.

Qin Feng and his three companions stood within this river; the marks of the bloody slaughter they had just endured did not draw a single sidelong glance here, appearing instead entirely harmonious—a perfectly ordinary stroke within this grand, sweeping canvas.

Four gazes met in the air, lingering for a brief moment on one another's gore-splattered faceplates.

In the next instant, the four of them, by a common impulse, revealed a trace of a heartfelt smile.

It was the relief of surviving a brush with death, the unspoken understanding born of fighting side by side, and above all, a profound recognition and trust in each other's strength.

"Let's go take care of this 'armor' first."

Zhou Quan broke the silence in a muffled, rumbling voice, pointing to a massive, congealed patch of foul, sickly green fluid on the breastplate of his power suit. "This stench is about to burn out my olfactory sensors."

Along the peripheral zones of the plaza stood rows of fully automated service facilities.

Familiar with the layout, the four walked toward an area marked [Power Suit Maintenance Station].

Here stood cleaning and recharging apparatuses provided free of charge to Canaan students.

"Click."

They secured their respective power suits into the docking bays.

Several mechanical arms extended at once. High-pressure psychic energy streams first blasted away the large clumps of filth on the armor's surface, and then countless shimmering nanobots, like a gray mist, covered every corner of the power armor, beginning meticulous cleaning, polishing, and damage inspection.

Finally, thick psychic conduits connected to the interface on the back of the armor, replenishing the energy consumed in battle.

The entire process was efficient and silent.

During the wait, Qin Feng instinctively checked his subspace storage unit.

His heart stirred slightly.

The black cube—the voyage recorder—that he had placed inside, which held all the truths of the *Stellar Wanderer-7*, had vanished.

"The mission system can directly extract mission items from my personal storage space..."

A flicker of realization passed through Qin Feng's eyes, along with a trace of shock at the Empire's omnipresent, overwhelming control.

This meant that, before the vast network of the Empire's system, the so-called "private space" might not be as private as imagined.

If the system wished, it could take whatever it needed at any time, from anywhere.

It was a mechanism of absolute efficiency, and equally, a chilling authority.

"Drip."

The maintenance and recharging of the four power armors were completed almost simultaneously.

The armor, once covered in bloodstains and claw marks, was now brand new, gleaming with a cold metallic luster under the lights.

With a thought, the four retracted their power armors into their subspace storage units, revealing the black combat suits underneath.

"Let's see what we've gained this time."

Zou Yun's voice carried a hint of barely concealed anticipation.

It had been too long since he had completed a high-reward mission so thoroughly.

The four walked to the rest area nearby, each finding a seat, and simultaneously opened the HDU interface on their personal terminals, calling up the settlement page of the Empire's mission system.

A pale blue light screen unfolded before each of them.

[Mission: Emergency Rescue Mission: Purge the *Stellar Wanderer-7*]

[Mission Status: Completed]

[Mission Evaluation: Perfect (All mission objectives achieved, survivor rescue rate 100%, key intelligence recovered intact)]

[Mission Reward Settlement in Progress...]

Lines of data refreshed slowly, and finally, the reward results were clearly displayed.

[Base Reward: 100 Contribution Points]

[Reward Distribution Plan: Based on a multi-dimensional comprehensive assessment of mission recorder combat data, command weight, damage output, threat suppression, etc., the system automatically generates the optimal distribution plan.]

[Mission Leader: Qin Feng. Contribution Points Allocated: 40.]

[Mission Member: Zou Yun. Contribution Points Allocated: 20.]

[Mission Member: Zhou Quan. Contribution Points Allocated: 20.]

[Mission Member: Yin Jing. Contribution Points Allocated: 20.]

[Additional Reward: Valiant War Band Reputation +100 points (shared by the team, 100 points each).]

Seeing this distribution, Zhou Quan and Yin Jing had no objections and accepted it calmly.

Zhou Quan grinned, clearly very satisfied with the 20 contribution points.

This was almost the amount he could earn in the past month.

Yin Jing nodded quietly, her cool face revealing little emotion, but the hint of recognition in her eyes spoke volumes.

Zou Yun's gaze lingered on Qin Feng's allocation of "40 points" for a full three seconds.

There was no trace of resentment in his heart; instead, he felt it was only natural, even... that the system had given too little.

He knew better than anyone what the outcome of this mission would have been without Qin Feng.

Forget 20 contribution points—all four of them would have been reduced to negative numbers, completely erased from this world.

"I have no objections."

Zou Yun took a deep breath, his tone more sincere than ever before. "Captain, you deserve it."

Qin Feng nodded slightly, without any pretense.

In the previous battle, he had indeed shouldered the dual roles of commander and core combatant. This distribution was within his expectations.

His eyes fell on the "100 Valiant War Band Reputation" points.

Contribution points were the hard currency of Canaan Starry Sky University, exchangeable for anything in the Empire's trading market.

War band reputation, on the other hand, was another kind of "currency" used within the war band, exchangeable for more refined equipment not available to outsiders, rare techniques, or even personal guidance from high-ranking members.

For a war band member, the value of reputation sometimes exceeded that of contribution points.

Qin Feng glanced at his contribution point balance.

The original 31 points, plus the 40 from this mission, brought the total to 71.

"If this mission had failed..."

Zou Yun's voice was low, but filled with gratitude.

"We might not have had a second chance."

"Our bodies, along with our power armors, would have remained in that ship, quietly awaiting the orbital psychic strike from the Imperial Inquisition, to be purified together, vanishing from this universe without a trace."

This was not a hypothesis, but a cold outcome that had nearly become reality.

The air seemed to freeze.

Zhou Quan's cheerful smile faded, replaced by a grave expression.

He recalled the hundreds of fearless corpse-variants in the hall, the forty-plus elite monsters of his own level, and a chill ran down his spine.

"That's right..."

He said in a muffled, dry voice. "Damn, even now it makes my heart race. If it weren't for the captain, with any other commander, even if the four of us had teamed up, we would have been worn down and torn apart by those monsters."

Yin Jing also nodded slightly, with a rare hint of emotion: "My AI assistant calculated it. When entering the central hall, without strong external intervention and precise command, my probability of dying within three minutes was 99.8%."

Her analysis was cold and precise, more convincing than any emotional words.

Zou Yun let out a long breath.

He shook his head with a self-deprecating smile. "If I had been teamed up with a member of similar strength and fought according to my ideas, we would already be a pile of cold cosmic dust."

He looked at Qin Feng, his eyes filled with complete conviction and awe.

"I don't have your terrifying ability to see through the battlefield. I couldn't have instantly distinguished which corpse-variant was about to self-destruct, which was about to spew venom, which would launch a fatal ambush. My commands would have been nothing but pale, powerless orders like 'Hold the line!' and 'Kill!' We would have fought separately, floundering in chaos."

"Zhou Quan would have quickly exhausted his stamina, Yin Jing would have had her output rhythm interrupted by endless ambushes, and I would have been tied down by the need to oversee the whole situation. The four of us wouldn't have achieved a synergy greater than the sum of our parts; instead, our unfamiliarity with each other would have made us each other's weaknesses."

"But you are different."

Zou Yun's gaze locked firmly on Qin Feng. "Your command brought out the best in all of us. You made Zhou Quan the sharpest spear, Yin Jing the most precise arrow, and me the most solid shield. You maximized each of our strengths, while using your uncanny 'Mastery Realm' marksmanship to cover all our weaknesses."

"So, forget 40 contribution points—even if all the rewards from this mission went to you, I would accept it wholeheartedly."

These words, spoken by Zou Yun, were utterly sincere, straight from the heart.

He had completely set aside that former sense of superiority as a “veteran” freshman who could crush Qin Feng with sheer strength.

Before absolute power and an even more terrifying command ability, that laughable seniority had long been ground to dust.

The other two also chimed in one after another.

This feeling was even more exhilarating than being led by an upperclassman!

Because when an upperclassman led, they were truly useless, only able to watch silently as the senior slaughtered.

But this time, Qin Feng used his formidable strength to control the field, allowing each of them to unleash ten, even twelve percent of their full potential!

It was a cathartic release!

They felt their killing techniques had improved.

After hearing everyone’s words, Qin Feng merely nodded calmly.

He knew his own value in that battle.

“Since we’re teammates, let’s not talk about this anymore.”

Qin Feng stood up. “There will be chances to cooperate again in the future.”

“Exactly!”

Zhou Quan slapped his thigh and also rose, laughing heartily. “Captain, if there’s ever such a good thing again, don’t forget your brother! Following you, there’s meat to eat, and it’s thrilling!”

“Count me in.”

Yin Jing said succinctly.

Zou Yun also stood and extended his hand to Qin Feng. “From now on, just call me Zou Yun. I’m ready for orders anytime.”

Qin Feng shook his hand.

“Let’s add each other as subspace friends.”

Qin Feng suggested.

“Good!”

The four quickly operated their terminals, adding one another as friends.

This meant they had transformed from a hastily assembled squad into a true combat group that could regroup at any time.

“I have things to do, so I’ll go first.”

Yin Jing nodded to everyone, then turned and left decisively.

“I need to go train too; this mission revealed many of my shortcomings.”

Zhou Quan scratched his bald head and also took his leave.

Soon, only Qin Feng and Zou Yun remained in the rest area.

“I’ll go too.”

Zou Yun looked at Qin Feng with a complex expression. “Qin Feng, your growth rate is the most terrifying I’ve ever seen. I hope next time we meet, I won’t be left too far behind by you.”

With that, he turned and strode away, disappearing into the crowd.

Qin Feng took one last look at the bustling scene of the central teleportation hub, then turned and walked toward his dormitory.

(End of chapter)