Chapter 271
Chapter 271: Chapter 167: âIncomplete Path l and
âCompletely Breaking Off Relationsâ (Seeking
Subscriptions)
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Etherlon Star, one of the colonial stars of the Azure Star Federation.
At this moment, within a luxurious apartment in the capital city of Etherlon Star.
A middle-aged man lay a paper document in front of another man.
After completing this action, the middle-aged man raised his eyebrows slightly, signifying that the man in front of him could open the document to take a look.
âRoyce, what is this?â
âI think you should open it and see for yourself.â
Royce spoke.
Unexpectedly, Ian Lees glanced at Royce and picked up the document in front of him.
Pushing up his glasses, Ian focused on the text in the document.
After a moment, Ian set down the document and asked puzzlingly:
âThatâs it? And then what, what do you want us to do with this boy?â âBesides, this should be your own business, I donât think we can help, let alone involve a Federation Councilor.â
After he finished speaking, Ian pushed the document in front of him towards Royce.
Was this a joke? Attacking a member of the Federation Council, was he tired of living?
âA boy and a councilor on the verge of retirementâthatâs nothing to you, right?â
Royce shrugged and said with a faint smile.
âStop joking, Royce. I donât want to be on the Federationâs wanted list.â Ian responded, his tone underscored with a hint of rejection.
âWhat if the reward is a seat on the Interstellar Colonization Council?â Royce proposed.
Upon hearing this, Ian stiffened for a moment, then slowly raised his head.
After a moment of contemplation, he replied: âI donât think you have that power.â
A seat on the Interstellar Colonization Council represented more than just a councilorâit held deeper implications.
âI think you should look at your computer first, then consider how to respond to me.â
Royce said with a smile.
Upon hearing this, Ian quickly took out his palm computer and turned it on.
When Ian saw the message, his pupils dilated slightly, as if heâd seen something unimaginable.
âIs this a deal? You know, weâve never taken such a large order.â
âYes, itâs a deal.â
âThen hereâs to a pleasant transaction.â
Ian switched off his palm computer and responded with feigned ease.
Azure Star, Capital City, inside the United Laboratory.
Milton Cheney sent the integrated experimental data to Professor Edgerton.
âOld Edgerton, research on the Hope Elixir can stop now. Hope V is already the limit for this drug.â
Milton said.
Upon hearing these words, Professor Edgerton nodded.
âI understand. Weâll focus on that other drug you mentioned next.â
âI may not be around to see the development of that drug. You know, I donât have much time left.â
Professor Edgerton joked.
âWho knows, maybe Iâll go before you do.â
Milton shrugged and replied.
After the jest, the two chatted for a moment before Milton left the laboratory.
After leaving, Milton headed to where Alon was. Upon arrival, Milton knocked on Alonâs office door.
âCome in.â
Milton opened the door and closed it behind him.
Alon wasnât surprised to see Milton; instead, he kept handling matters at his desk.
Milton didnât speak; he just found a spot and sat down.
After a while, Alon finished his tasks. Then he turned to Milton and asked, âHowâs it going?â
There was a hint of inquiry in his tone.
âWe may not have enough time. The Interstellar Colonization Council has already sent me a message.â
Milton replied.
It nad been SIX years since ne Intormed Alon about tne muta Civilization.
These six years seemed to have calmed the members of the Interstellar Colonization Council down.
They appeared to have forgotten about Milton.
Of course, this forgetfulness was only false, a calm before the storm.
Half a year ago, the Interstellar Colonization Council made new moves.
This time, they seemed to have given up on covert actions and instead went overt.
They started sending him messages, for instance.
These messages were basically threats.
Milton was no fool.
Now, he couldnât afford to take things lightly anymore.
At this point, if he backed down, conciliation would be out of the question.
âThe overt messages are likely intended to distract you.â
âI know them too well. There will definitely be covert operatives at work; they just havenât shown up yet.â
âBut the people within the Interstellar Colonization Council wonât make a move on you themselves. Most likely, theyâll hire outsiders, like their lapdogs.â
Alon scornfully said.
He knew only too well about these tactics.
âI know, so I was saying, we may not have enough time.â
Milton replied.
âThen we should strike first. More than one person in the Federation is dissatisfied with the Interstellar Colonization Council.â âItâs just that no one is willing to stick their neck out.â Alon tapped his fingers lightly on the desk as he spoke.
Milton was taken aback at Alonâs words.
Could this be said outright?
He hadnât expected that Alon was even more radical than himself on the issue of the Interstellar Colonization Council and the Muta Civilization. âA few councilors in the Federation Parliament agree with this mad plan.â Milton changed the subject.
In the Federation Parliament, Alon wasnât the only one who knew the inside story.
What Alon said about the Federationâs dissatisfaction with the Interstellar Colonization Council wasnât unfoundedâit was factual..