He also didn’t mind praising Li Ming, "Prince Bai Jiang is also very interested in you. If you go to the Yitelan Civilization, don’t forget to pay a visit to Prince Bai Jiang."
Li Ming smiled and nodded, the armored cabin closed, flames spewed from below, lifting to the second floor. Li Ming glanced at its flight trajectory, memorizing it in his heart.
Then, Fu Zongchen began to speak eloquently again, pacing back and forth while mentioning his own political ambitions.
This inauguration banquet was essentially an act to woo political allies.
It would be impossible to claim that he didn’t possess the desire to become the chairman of the committee. The status of a civilization’s leader was completely different, even if it was just a primitive civilization.
Take the simplest example: all bounties targeting civilization leaders were categorically rejected by the Black Hole Network.
It wasn’t that the bounties were raised through other means, they were outright not accepted.
After listening for a moment, Li Ming said something to Qi Xing, who then pointed him in a direction.
Li Ming nodded, secretly switching Controlled Objects to the "High-Frequency Locator," a device he had originally obtained from a branch of the Star Creation Company, which he had since upgraded to D-class.
Its ability was "Localization: Upon selecting a target, it could continuously lock onto their position within a 1,000-meter range."
After selecting Fu Zongchen, he headed straight for the restroom.
He closed the door behind him, looked around the immaculately clean surroundings, every corner was spotless.
He activated the Intelligent Assistance to make sure there were no surveillance devices around.
Then he took out a cigar case from his pocket, pulled out a cigar, and upon unwrapping it, revealed a pitch-black bullet nestled inside.
He burned the paper wrap completely, the ash falling into the toilet and flushing down the drain.
He fished in his right pocket and took out an identical cigar, placing it into the empty spot in the case.
Pocketing the cigar case, he raised both hands, and the hefty super electromagnetic sniper gun appeared in his grasp.
Inserting the slender "Night Chaser" bullet into the chamber, accompanying the clink of bullet locked against the breech, everything fit perfectly.
Li Ming took a deep breath, recalling the situation when he arrived, glanced at the gap under the door, and sensed Fu Zongchen’s position.
Picking up the super electromagnetic sniper gun, he barely aimed, the muzzle close to the floor, pulling the trigger without hesitation.
The "Night Chaser," as a custom bullet worth seven million, no, considering the shipping, nearly nine million, was formidable not only for its power but also for its full range of auxiliary features.
The body of the super electromagnetic sniper rifle flickered with fluorescent light, which was then enveloped by a serene, pale darkness starting from the end of the barrel, gradually spreading over the entire gun.
It was a bizarre scene; Li Ming had never heard of a bullet causing the color of a gun to change.
But all of it was brazenly displayed before him—this seemed to be charging energy. The dark rifle trembled, the dark color then contracted from the buttstock to the barrel, silently...
A pitch-black bullet shot out of the muzzle; Li Ming barely felt any recoil or heard any sound, and the barrel emitted no flash. This was—
The Chaser of the Night!
At the same time, the abilities "Bullet Sacrifice" and "Gunfighting" of "Gunsmith" were activated.
"Power Amplification" of the "Justice Gauntlets" and "Slicing Ability" and speed of the "Prismatic Ion Sword" were all enhanced.
In an instant, he felt as if his body had been drained, and his vision underwent a massive change as if he were viewing the world in a panoramic view.
He wasn’t panic-stricken; this was the power of "Gunfighting," the so-called ability to change the trajectory of the bullet. He was personally in control, and around him, the bullet’s perspective slowed down manyfold.
He had tested this before, but the consumption of physical strength this time sent shivers down his spine.
He couldn’t care less about anything else and concentrated on controlling the bullet’s trajectory, guiding it through the gap.
All the power was concentrated in the bullet. Due to the built-in spoiler, the extremely fast flying speed merely caused a slight ripple in the air.
In the hall, Fu Zongchen was speaking passionately—
"...but I’m confident and capable of making Blue Star better..."
On the surface, his expression was excited, but inside, he was very calm. As he spoke, he observed the expressions of the people below him.
Some sneered, some were indifferent, and some were openly hostile, but he didn’t care.
After all, this was a speech to seek allies; once he had revealed his aspiration to become the chairman, there would naturally be like-minded people approaching him after the banquet.
He scoffed inwardly. Did he really think that serving Prince Bai Jiang diligently would earn him the rewards he deserved?
Being competent at one’s job may win favor for a moment, but one must possess value that makes one indispensable, even to the point of turning from a pawn into a collaborator!
He understood this principle a long time ago. Over the years, with the help of Prince Bai Jiang’s influence, he had striven to climb higher.
From a dispensable pawn to a somewhat important one, and then to a rare one.
This was also why, even without cooperating with Sain to complete the so-called mission, Prince Bai Jiang still treated him favorably and even sent armour his way.
He was a potential candidate to become the chairman, and even if the chances weren’t great, the possibility was still valuable.
The Sela Civilization might influence a civilization, but Prince Bai Jiang was not enough.
His prospects were limitless; one day, he would trample all the people of Blue Star, including Prince Bai Jiang, under his feet!
From a destitute person seeking political asylum to his current position, Fu Zongchen was firmly confident in himself...
Suddenly, his speech halted, and an indescribable alarm surfaced in his heart, a spine-chilling coldness shooting straight from his tailbone to his forehead.