Space Odyssey from Abandoned Mining Space Station

As long as the outcome is good.

An Wuping’s shuttle boat managed to escape the restrictions of the Fourteenth Legion and soon arrived at the edge of the star system.

There was a Supreme Point parked here.

This Supreme Point did not belong to Chen Ming; Chen Ming’s two Supreme Points had ventured outside.

This one belonged to the Spiritual Ability Association.

Once An Wuping’s shuttle boat landed on the Supreme Point, it immediately initiated and entered superspace, retreating from the Lucy Star System.

Having just stepped off the shuttle boat, Chen Ming instinctively asked, ”Where are we headed?”

Already off the shuttle boat and directing the people who came to help, Liang Fei, who was carrying Li Weiqi on a stretcher, said, ”Next door to Red Ink. Cai Mo still has a lot to do these days, but it’s none of our concern.”

Clearly, the Cai Mo Star Realm was now completely under the control of the Fifth Legion, so it was normal for people from the Audan Star Realm to seize the opportunity to flee elsewhere.

Chen Ming nodded, knowingly asking, ”Did Audan send a cruiser this time?”

”Of course not, this one was borrowed from the Spiritual Ability Association.”

Worried that An Wuping might not be aware of this, Liang Fei asked, ”Do you know about the Spiritual Ability Association?”

”I know a little; it’s supposedly a loose spiritual energy organization within the Empire.”

”That’s one way to understand it.”

Liang Fei nodded, then turned to exchange a few words with those who came to assist from the Supreme Point.

They carried Li Weiqi’s stretcher around the corner and disappeared within the ship.

Then Liang Fei gestured to An Wuping, saying, ”Come with me, let’s go meet the president of the Spiritual Ability Association.”

”Why meet him?”

”To tell you something very important concerning your own safety and the Empire’s security.”

”Dimensional infection?”

”Correct.”

A meeting with the president was not unexpected.

After all, An Wuping, having survived two dimensional infections as a Psychic, it would be strange if the president did not wish to meet him.

And the process of this meeting between An Wuping and the president was likely being observed by many others.

Because just earlier, when Chen Ming called the president,

The president even sent Chen Ming a meeting invitation link.

Inside, one could see the president sitting solemnly at a conference table, with a screen displayed behind the table, which showed an empty room—this was the space for the other party speaking with the president.

From the familiar decorations in the room, Chen Ming recognized this was inside a ship, particularly a ship he was very familiar with.

The objective was quite clear.

As An Wuping followed Liang Fei deeper into the ship, entering the area to meet the president,

Chen Ming also spotted An Wuping on the conference feed.

And from An Wuping’s perspective, he could see the president on the screen inside the meeting room.

The president still appeared the same, wearing framed glasses and a white lab coat, exuding a composed demeanor.

After taking their seats,

The room inside the Supreme Point’s conference area was temporarily left with only An Wuping and Liang Fei.

It seemed like a private conversation among three, but Chen Ming knew that over a hundred participants from various factions were attending the online conference.

Just as the president was about to speak, the terminal beside him suddenly rang.

The president apologized and temporarily muted his side, picking up the terminal to take a look.

The president frowned slightly, turned off the terminal’s sound, and tossed it aside.

He then reconnected and focused his attention back on An Wuping.

Though it was just half a second, Chen Ming caught a glimpse of the screen on the terminal.

But he could see that it was a call from Li Sheng, the fleet commander of the Fifth Legion.

Chen Ming glanced again at the composition of the conference attendees.

This meeting room was set up within the military’s system, automatically assigning each participant an identity code, making it impossible to differentiate the specific identities.

However, by examining the particular sequence of an identity code, one could roughly identify which faction a person belonged to.

Clearly, at that moment, there wasn’t a single person from the Fifth Legion present in the meeting room.

But after the call came through, members from the Fifth Legion quickly joined the conference room.

Yet Chen Ming guessed they would not be people related to Li Sheng but other Fifth Legion members he’d previously collaborated with alongside the president and himself.

A bit amusing.

The online meeting room’s situation did not yet impact the conversation between Liang Fei, An Wuping, and the president.

Liang Fei displayed no complaint about the president taking a call amid a conference. On the contrary, he respectfully said, ”Thank you for your help, President. We have successfully extracted An Wuping.”

”I saw it. Thank you for your efforts.”

”No trouble.”

After a brief exchange, Liang Fei handed over the speaking rights to An Wuping.

This meeting mainly focused on An Wuping and the president.

The president’s gaze towards An Wuping was complex at this moment.

To him, An Wuping was a troublesome figure.

Although he was certain that An Wuping was a good person and was willing and able to handle Zuo Jing,

The fact An Wuping had experienced two dimensional infections was exceedingly concerning, posing a significant threat to the Empire.

So regardless of how their conversation evolved afterward, An Wuping would have to undergo thorough checks. It was uncertain if An Wuping would resist this idea.

The president did not reveal these thoughts, instead offering a courteous greeting when An Wuping turned his attention to him: ”Hello, I am the president of the Spiritual Ability Association.”

”Hello, I am An Wuping.”