I'm probably a fake beta[Mecha]

, turned his gaze back to the golden body on the opposite side.

After confirming that his subordinates had hid in the observation room of the training ground, he bit his lip and thought about Green's words, his eyes gradually became firmer.Forcefully pulled out the double-tube particles on the back, the huge silver mech flew into the air in a blink of an eye, aimed, and fired——

At 23:40 capital time, the northern border of the Wells Federal Republic in the Muse Galaxy.

Gu Yunchu, who was flying at high speed, suddenly heard the notification that the terminal received an unfamiliar call, and he clicked on the external microphone. Gu Yunchu said: "Hello?"

"Hello, I'm Rong Jing's personal assistant, Green Pate." An old man's voice sounded, speaking in a hurry.

Gu Yunchu's heart trembled, remembering that Rong Jing had mentioned this person to him, saying that he was his most trusted deputy, so he asked, "How is Rong Jing?!"

Green told Gu Yunchu everything that happened on the private starship before, and then asked, "Where are you now?"

"Now I'm on my way to the capital star. It's just that the space transition device of my starship was destroyed by the raiding star thieves a few hours ago. I can only drive the mech to the adjacent space transition point by myself," Gu Yunchu said. I sent my coordinates, "It is expected to arrive in the capital star airspace in 30 hours."

Green said: "You have to hurry up. The Rong family has been hunting 2S-level spiritual power users recently, and they have chosen to force them to commit suicide in a roundabout way. It is not clear what the purpose is, but today the owner Rong Zhiyuan personally shot, The young master is probably also the target of their actions. Our remaining two 2S-level spiritual powers will arrive in 18 hours at most. Can you try to hurry up? If there are 3 2S-level, match 3S Rong Zhiyuan and his 2S-level deputy may still have a little hope of saving the young master."

Gu Yunchu thought for a few seconds, called up the holographic map and looked back and forth several times, and said, "Okay, now I will break away from the safe route opened by the Federation and go straight to the space transition point."

"This?" Green was stunned. It was he who made Gu Yunchu speed up, but he was the one who hesitated at the moment. "The road conditions on unsafe routes are often quite complicated. If you don't pay attention to drifting interstellar dust or gravitational turbulence..."

Gu Yunchu said lightly: "It's okay, trust me."

Green couldn't help being a little stunned when he heard the words, remembering the lie he told Rong Jing earlier - Gu Yunchu will definitely come to protect you with all his might, you can trust him.He was silent for a moment before finally replying: "...Okay, then I believe you. We will contact you after we get to the space transition station."

After hanging up the communication, Gu Yunchu adjusted the course of the mecha, and on the holographic projection, an extremely tortuous route was pulled out in the middle of the dense dangerous area.

He turned his head to the little panda sitting on the armrest with a small safety belt, and said softly, "Catch it!"

On the route, the dark red mecha stopped suddenly, and the variable-speed light wings behind it emitted a vermilion light that represented the state of rapid direction change, and flew over many obstacles, striving towards the direction of pursuit.

At 03:00 capital time, in Rong Jing's private starship.

As time passed by every minute and every second, the silver-white mech seemed to have reached its limit, and gaps gradually appeared between the transitions of movements.

Just like what Gu Yunchu experienced in the fighting arena, after more than three hours of continuous combat between pilots of the same level, they gradually entered into a competition between endurance and mental strength.

Rong Jing's stamina is not bad, but what is indelible is that Rong Zhiyuan's mental strength is indeed stronger - 24 years old and 54 years old, for a federal person with an average life expectancy of about 130 years old, one is still in the infancy. A developing youth is in the prime of life.

In the cockpit, Rong Jing's panting was like a drumbeat out of rhythm, and the silver hair around her ears was already drenched with sweat.

In the loudspeaker in the training ground, Rong Zhiyuan's voice sounded as if he was still able to handle it, and said with a smile: "My child, if it weren't for the current situation, I would still be very reluctant to part with you. I am quite surprised by your progress over the years. .It’s just that you want to win me now, unless your spiritual power can climb to the critical point one by one during the war——it’s possible to break out the time to suppress my level and turn defeat into victory.”

He slowly analyzed for Rong Jing: "Unfortunately, the energy development level of the entire Muse galaxy cannot breed souls that can advance to 4S level. So, you are doomed!"

Rong Jing took a heavy breath and didn't refute - he couldn't refute either, because Rong Zhiyuan's words were correct.

S, or 2S-level spiritual power users mostly hold the mentality of looking up to the 3S-level, and few people dare to think, what is above the 3S-level?Why didn't I see them promoted to 4S again?

Because the energy level of the soul has an upper limit.In his previous promotion process, every time he stepped up to a new level, his mental power could gradually accumulate and rise steadily, which made him know that it was only a matter of time and training to reach the next level.

But after reaching the 3S level, the feeling of "accumulation" is gone, as if a puddle of molten iron has already formed, and it can be cast and polished to make it harder and sharper, but it is absolutely impossible to turn it into a diamond.

As for the so-called "casting", compared to Rong Zhiyuan, who is 30 years older than him, he is still too young and far from ready.

After struggling for another half an hour, the golden mechanical fist slammed into the cockpit of the silver-white mech, only to stop suddenly before it was completely smashed.

The shattered glass fell on Rong Jing, seeing the mecha fingers who were close at hand, ready to lift her up, in a flash, Rong Jing decisively grabbed a piece of glass and inserted it into the gland on the back of her neck place.

The blood splashed suddenly, and in the terrible pain of being almost absent-minded, he clenched his teeth and twisted his wrist until he couldn't bear it anymore. Fang's eyes went dark, and he dropped his hands heavily in a state of exhaustion, and fell on his back on the driver's seat and fell into a into the endless darkness.

15 hours later, 18:00 capital time.

The extraterrestrial traffic in the capital is as usual. At the bustling air port, spaceships of different specifications are lined up neatly along the light track. After showing their passes, they pass through the security checks and head to their respective routes.

Today, Kanjila, the security inspector on duty, welcomed several famous guests.

38. Torture...

"Hello, welcome to the security check area on the first circle of the Capital Star Field," Kanjila sat at the inspection port of the starship, connected to the main control room of the small luxury spaceship outside the window, and communicated with a sweet smile, "Please send Your pass."

A form marked with a communication verification code popped up on the holographic projection in front of him. Facing the communication camera, Kanjila smiled professionally and carefully compared the data in the security scanner with the form... Eh?Huh? !Rong Zhiyuan?Rong Jing?It seems that there are five other subordinates traveling together, but why is there a passenger lying in the treatment cabin in the middle of the scanned image?

"Okay, the small spaceship you are driving is allowed to carry 10 people, 8 people are actually loaded, and there are no large-scale penetrating weapons. It is allowed to pass through the first circle." He said, "That... Excuse me, is Master Rong Jing injured?"

The blond professional woman in charge of piloting the spaceship returned a polite smile: "No, Mr. Rong Jing is at the rear left of the passenger seat, and you can see that the mental strength of the young people sitting there is particularly high."

Kanjila smiled embarrassedly when she heard the words: "Ah, yes, thank you, thank you. Excuse me, please pass."

Looking at the gorgeous tail of the spaceship, Kanjila couldn't help thinking, Mr. Rong Jing and his father must be going on a business trip in the small spaceship, right?But why do you have to bring a treatment cabin with you on a business trip...and there is a patient in it?

In the spaceship at this time, there is no scene of father and son chatting with Le Rongrong and going to work together in Kanjila's imagination. A treatment cabin is placed in the center of the circular passenger cabin, and the bodyguards in black stepped forward to open the hatch. A brown-haired man with metallic skin sat up immediately, and unplugged the messy pipes on his body a few times.

Rong Jing, who was leaning against the wall, was lifted up by the bodyguards, and fell back into the treatment cabin with a pale face, with infusion tubes tied to her wrists and spine.

Rong Zhiyuan was sitting opposite the treatment cabin. Seeing that the bodyguard was about to cover the glass hatch of the treatment cabin again, he stopped him and said, "No need, let him sit."

The bodyguards stopped, and without saying a word, they spread to the four directions of the passenger compartment and stood still.

The brown-haired man stood beside Rong Jing and tilted his head, and said to Rong Zhiyuan: "Mr. Rong, are we going to start now?"

Rong Zhiyuan glanced at him with a smile, and said: "Anyway, there is nothing to do on the boat, since he is already awake, and you have arrived with the equipment, why don't you just start?"

The brown-haired man spread his hands: "Well, it's really better sooner rather than later, but it's a bit regretful that he actually punctured his own glands, and he wanted to use him and Omega as an experiment."

"Those experiments are just secondary, the awakening of Ares is more important," Rong Zhiyuan clicked on the terminal on his wrist, and enlarged the content inside into a full-body projection, "Rong Jing, come and enjoy the experience we gave you. A well-prepared gift!"

Rong Jing was forcibly awakened from the treatment cabin a few minutes ago, and her body was still extremely weak, but it was exactly as Rong Zhiyuan noticed—his consciousness is quite clear now.

So much so that when the entire projection in front of him started to show, his mood immediately fluctuated violently.

The brown-haired man is smiling and fiddling with the radio-style iron box at hand, listening to its regular humming