TYMIMA Chapter 162

A day later, the Federation finally gave the Polar region a weak and powerless explanation—

 

[The Federation government was greatly shocked to learn of this matter. Neither the Parliament nor the Senate knew about it or authorized AGW Special Dangerous Death Row Prison to release radiation. According to emergency investigation by Blue Pivot Seventh District, this incident was the personal doing of Warden Asmodeus and radiation Awakened Mu Xiuai. However, since Asmodeus and Mu Xiuai are dead, the Federation government will immediately hold all related personnel accountable and give the innocent residents of Samp Town an explanation.]

 

“Bullshit! The Federation has never treated us as human beings! Samp Town residents have long been cheap labor in their eyes. Does anyone know how many Hachimo people died building that cliff chain bridge?”

 

“Heh, it couldn’t be more fake. Asmodeus has been warden for ten years—why would he suddenly have a brain fart this year and want to harm the Hachimo people? Just making dead people take the blame.”

 

“Anyone can see that the radiation incident is related to the Federation government’s crackdown on Black Lantern Society.”

 

“What do lives mean to them? Something to be toyed with and desecrated at will? Even prison inmates shouldn’t be treated like this!”

 

“The Federation is completely rotten. They can’t even apologize—just make excuses for themselves.”

 

“Of course they have to make excuses. If they admitted they’re this insane from top to bottom, would Federation residents still dare trust them?”

 

“It’s terrifying when you think about it. I’ve lived in Samp Town for ten years, and in all that time, no prisoners have ever been released from the prison, but there’s always a steady stream of people being locked up.”

 

“That’s exactly what they want to do. As long as no one comes out, no one will expose their brutal nature.”

 

“I really want to fight the Federation. Why should we suffer this humiliation?”

 

…

 

One hour after receiving the Federation’s reply, the Polar Glacier Organization issued an order—

 

[Effective immediately, diplomatic relations with the Federation are severed. Any Federation citizens are prohibited from entering Samp Town, and we refuse to establish any passage between Samp Town and the Loracity Icefield.]

 

In the devastated AGW Special Dangerous Death Row Prison.

 

Twelve messengers sat in the cafeteria, each with a hot water bottle in their arms and a tomato in their hands.

 

They tacitly raised their tomatoes and took a bite.

 

“This damn place is too cold, and the food tastes terrible.”

 

“A day has passed—when can we go back?”

 

“Should be soon. The elders won’t abandon us here.”

 

“That’s good.”

 

After a brief silence, someone checked their phone.

 

“Just now, Polar announced they’re cutting diplomatic ties and won’t allow Federation people into Samp Town anymore.”

 

“What? Then what do we do?”

 

“Don’t worry, trust the Federation government’s methods. Polar wouldn’t dare oppose the Federation.”

 

“That’s good.”

 

After a while longer, someone said worriedly: “A congressman proposed using a large ship to pick us up, bypassing the Polar continent.”

 

“Excellent!”

 

“The sea voyage would take half a month with no land to dock at, but the waves are relatively smaller than at Samp Town.”

 

“Just half a month—grit our teeth and endure it!”

 

“The ship hasn’t been built yet. Construction takes a year.”

 

“…”

 

“Another congressman suggested we could purchase storm-resistant vessels from the Tasman Pirate Nation. Their craftsmanship is mature and the ships are faster.”

 

“Great, Tasman ships are indeed excellent!”

 

“Just now, the Tasman King refused to sell.”

 

“…”

 

“There’s also a congressman suggesting we find someone to apply for help and pay a high price to purchase Mad Clown’s pheromones from Black Lantern Society’s official website.”

 

“…Which brain-dead idiot suggested that?”

 

“Mad Clown himself agreed.”

 

“Oh? There’s hope!”

 

“White Pharaoh rejected it.”

 

“…Can you stop with the dramatic pauses?”

 

Phobos Royal Hotel.

 

Lucas, who had used Fata’s new bruise healing cream, was full of energy. He put on a mask and swept into Lance’s guest room like a gust of wind.

 

“Why won’t you let me sell? One hundred million per vial! This is the first time I’ve discovered my pheromones have such value!”

 

Lance was leaning against the sofa bed eating tropical fruit. Hearing this, he glanced at him: “The buyer is the Federation government.”

 

Lucas was surprised: “How do you know?”

 

Lance: “I guessed. Polar cut ties, the chain bridge is damaged, the harsh environment of the Loracity Icefield can’t accommodate aircraft, sea routes are slow and have high ship requirements. They need your pheromones most right now.”

 

Lucas showed a cunning smile: “We could give them a fake vial and fleece them hard.”

 

Lance: “No need. Trading has risks. It’s good that these dozen S-levels and several miracle holders are trapped on the Loracity Icefield.”

 

He guessed these twelve messengers were already the elite of the white-robed organization.

 

The battle situation had been very unfavorable for the Federation. When Benbu went back for reinforcements, he definitely wouldn’t bring back the dregs.

 

Having these people’s movements restricted would provide great convenience for their upcoming operations.

 

“Ah, fine, fine.” Lucas was disappointed. He couldn’t make money, so he could only find other entertainment. Just as he was thinking, he suddenly noticed Lance’s posture and wondered: “Why aren’t you sitting up to eat?”

 

“…Lazy.” Lance pulled the thin blanket to cover his sore lower body.

 

Lance’s expression was extremely serious. Lucas naively didn’t think much of it. He pulled a small box of ointment from his pocket and placed it next to Lance’s fruit plate.

 

“Oh right, Fata asked me to give you this bruise healing cream. He said he saw your husband’s wrist had bruises earlier. I tried it, and well… it works pretty fast.”

 

Lucas decided not to mention the intense effects. After all, he couldn’t be the only unlucky one, and a wrist couldn’t be as sensitive as an abdomen anyway.

 

Lance glanced at it: “Alright, got it.”

 

Fata’s medicines were usually given to Mad Clown to test first. Since Mad Clown had already tried it, there should be no problem.

 

Lucas felt carefree and planned to go to the bar for a drink.

 

“Wait.” Lance called him back. “Tomorrow is the last day of the five-day deadline. Although I guess the Federation government has no heart for investigation anymore, Adrian’s condition is still a hidden danger. Give him an anchor point and have Duma monitor the restricted zone’s movements at all times. If anything unexpected happens, immediately transfer him back.”

 

“I give him an anchor point?!”

 

Lance frowned: “Why such a big reaction? It’s just in case. Lan Wendao will also help watch over things.”

 

“No… I understand.” Lucas left gloomily.

 

He didn’t want to give Adrian an anchor point because Adrian knew his ability’s weakness.

 

Though [Shadow Anchoring] was useful—even the Federation was willing to pay one hundred million—those were fragments of his soul that shared sensation with him. However others treated his anchor points would affect him, so he was especially careful when giving them out.

 

Last time, just last time!

 

To get out of the Siberian forest, Adrian had actually wickedly kneaded and pressed his anchor point!

 

Lucas cursed internally while taking the elevator to Adrian’s room.

 

Adrian had already packed his luggage. The flight was at eight tomorrow morning, and with transfers, he would arrive in the capital at five in the evening.

 

When Lucas entered, Adrian was standing by the window, gazing at Phobos Bay’s brilliant night.

 

His silhouette was tall and straight, surrounded by strong alcohol fumes, with a mixed cocktail sitting beside his hand.

 

He could only use alcohol to numb his soul’s tearing pain now.

 

“You’re drinking?” Lucas was shocked, because in his impression, Adrian was extremely strict with himself and never drank heavily, even though he’d been taught noble cocktail etiquette.

 

Adrian glanced at the empty glass, then closed the window and turned to ask: “What are you here for?”

 

Lucas pouted, pretending to be reluctant as he tore off a small, round, cool soul fragment from his body.

 

“Who told you to be in dark mode now? I’m afraid you’ll cause trouble. Here, carry this with you. You must return it to me after the inspection!”

 

Yes, his soul fragments couldn’t actively return to his body—he had to retrieve them himself. This was also a major flaw in his ability, because if someone didn’t return it, it was like having his weakness held hostage.

 

Adrian’s eyes were drunk with alcohol, like a deep, mysterious blue pool in the night. He stepped toward Lucas and took the round, soft soul fragment that was as light as space putty.

 

Lucas was still chattering warnings: “Also, you’re not allowed to touch it casually, and definitely not allowed to knead, squeeze, or press it. You have to protect it well. If I feel unwell, I’ll come settle accounts with you—”

 

Before he could finish, Adrian pinched the soul fragment with two fingers.

 

“Mmph! I said no pinching!” Lucas immediately jumped up sensitively. The feeling was too real—he felt like Adrian’s fingers had pinched his entire body.

 

Unfortunately, the drunk dark side had lost all virtue. Holding the soul fragment and breathing alcohol fumes, he corrected: “Brother can do whatever he wants to it.”

 

With that, Adrian played with the little black ball in his palm with his slender fingers. The poor little black ball rolled around, being squeezed into various shapes.

 

“Ahhhhh give it back, I won’t give it to you anymore!” Lucas’s eyes turned red from being toyed with as he lunged forward to snatch it back.

 

Adrian held the little black ball high up, easily restraining Lucas with his other hand.

 

Though he’d been drinking, his reflexes hadn’t slowed.

 

“If you use a commanding tone with your brother again in the future—” Adrian squeezed the little black ball warningly, “you’ll be played with even more ruthlessly. Understand?”

 

Lucas shuddered violently and whimpered: “I understand…”

 

He wouldn’t stoop to the level of this drunk dark bastard. A gentleman’s revenge could wait ten years!

 

“Then you’ll return it to me after the investigation, right?” Lucas asked, swallowing his humiliation.

 

“No. Once you give it to brother, it belongs to brother.” Adrian declared mercilessly.

 

Lucas’s vision went dark.

 

Ha, I’ll just fight you then!

 

In the High Tower guest room.

 

Lance pushed away the fruit plate and examined the box of bruise healing cream.

 

High Tower Guild would also be leaving Phobos Bay by plane tomorrow afternoon. This was a sensitive time—they couldn’t use Mad Clown’s ability or the Federation would definitely notice something suspicious.

 

But in his current condition, sitting on a plane would be somewhat uncomfortable.

 

Just then, Zhan Pingchuan, who was still energetic after an afternoon of activity, walked in from outside carrying a late-night snack.

 

“Baby, I just ran into Fata at the buffet. He saw the marks on my wrist.” Zhan Pingchuan closed the door and placed the cheese ham egg roll on the small coffee table in front of Lance.

 

“What did you tell him?” Lance leaned over and sniffed the fragrant egg roll.

 

“Of course I said I got injured at AGW Special Dangerous Death Row Prison. I couldn’t say you did it while playing with me.” Zhan Pingchuan sat on the edge of the sofa, placing his hand on Lance’s waist.

 

“Fata specifically had Mad Clown deliver new bruise healing cream. It should work well.” Lance indicated the small porcelain bottle on the table.

 

Zhan Pingchuan raised an eyebrow: “Bruise healing?”

 

His palm patted Lance’s aching waist through the thin blanket: “Then let me apply medicine for you first.”

 

“No need.” Lance pushed Zhan Pingchuan’s hand away, his cheek inevitably heating up.

 

He’d been well-protected since childhood and rarely got injured or needed medicine. Even when applying medicine, he’d never applied it there.

 

But Zhan Pingchuan had already lifted the thin blanket and bathrobe, reaching toward the area that had suffered friction and punishment.

 

“You still say it’s not needed. Right after we finished this afternoon, it could barely close, and now it’s so swollen it won’t separate.”

 

Lance took a deep breath, his fingers gripping the sofa forcefully: “If you keep talking, I’m going to hold a grudge.”

 

“Tsk, little foxes love holding grudges.” Zhan Pingchuan teased, then reached out to unscrew the bottle cap and squeezed out some transparent gel. “Arch your back, spread apart more. Let your husband rub it properly for you.”

 

Lance was about to comply, but just as the fingers were about to rub the severely red and swollen area, he suddenly had a nervous jolt and grabbed Zhan Pingchuan’s arm.

 

“Wait, does this ointment have a nauseating smell?”

 

Zhan Pingchuan: “No, it has a grassy fragrance.”

 

Lance immediately had an ominous premonition.

 

How could Fata’s medicine have no flaws at all?

 

Lance said cleverly: “Husband use it first. I’ll use it after you do.”

 

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