“Alert—Alert—!”
“Dangerous collapse signs detected on Galaxy Planet No. 1029!”
“Planet 1029 will be completely destroyed in ten hours and thirty minutes. The Space-Time Administration is requested to dispatch personnel immediately to repair the planetary crisis!”
“This planet’s danger level is SSS-Rank. The Space-Time Administration must take this mission seriously!”
In the main hall of the Space-Time Administration headquarters located in the central galaxy of the universe, piercing alarm sounds continued to blare.
Upon hearing that it was an SSS-Rank mission, Euler, the division group leader of the Administration, immediately panicked.
“Boss, all personnel capable of handling SSS-Rank missions are currently on assignments. What should we do?”
Euler barged into the office with a face full of anxiety, complaining incessantly: “I just checked the data on this planet. This is already the one hundred and sixty-seventh alert, and the mission difficulty has escalated from a regular B-Rank to SSS-Rank!”
“Among the planets of our Humanoid Race, this one is currently the most troublesome. Moreover, due to excessive Space-Time Reversals, the wormhole has become unstable. If this mission fails again, it will truly be destroyed!”
Yet no matter how fervently he spoke, the woman lying in the massive golden rest pod remained unmoved.
Euler gritted his teeth and said bluntly: “If this mission fails, your bonus for this month will be gone!”
Hearing these words, the woman finally opened her deep, ink-black eyes, sat up from the rest pod, her long hair cascading like a waterfall down to her waist.
She curled her red lips: “Fine, I’ll take this mission.”
Stepping out of the rest pod, her figure, wrapped in a silver uniform, was curvaceous and astonishingly alluring.
“Send me the mission data. I’m setting off now.”
Yan Yang wasted no time. Five minutes later, she was fully prepared and embarked on this SSS-Rank mission journey through the Wormhole Conduit within the Space-Time Administration.
…
Outside Jing City Prison.
Yan Yang squinted as she examined the grand, cold building before her, tugging at her own skin.
Hmm, a new vessel—still somewhat unfamiliar.
To be precise, this face was nearly identical to Yan Yang’s own features, but since it wasn’t truly hers, it felt somewhat awkward.
Most missions of the Space-Time Administration nowadays were conducted through consciousness, without the need to physically venture out. After all, the technological levels of planets in these fringe universes were low and couldn’t inflict devastating blows on their consciousness.
So even if only her consciousness was here, it didn’t matter.
“He should… be coming out soon, right?”
Yan Yang murmured to herself, just about to find a shady spot to wait for a while when a whistle suddenly sounded beside her: “Hey beautiful, are you here to pick someone up too?”
She turned toward the sound and saw several burly men with full-arm tattoos leaning against a car, winking and leering at her.
Their gazes were blatantly obscene, scanning Yan Yang from her face down to her figure, their ill intentions unmistakable.
“Beautiful, our young master will be out soon too. What did the person you’re picking up do? Follow us from now on, and our young master will have your back!”
Yan Yang’s stunningly gorgeous red lips curved into a beautiful arc, that moment of breathtaking beauty making those men even more lustful.
She tilted her head, her tone seemingly innocent, yet each word she uttered was sharp and piercing: “If your young master is so impressive, why was he locked up in the first place? Is that all?”
“You—who do you think you’re looking down on?”
“Don’t you dare be ungrateful when given face! Our young master is just going in for a couple of days to teach someone a lesson!”
Teach someone a lesson…
Yan Yang suddenly thought of something.
She slowly drew out her tone: “Oh…”
Then she asked with particular seriousness: “Your young master wouldn’t happen to be named Wang Dahu, would he?”
One of the narrow-eyed men immediately jumped up: “You woman have quite the nerve, daring to call our Tiger Young Master by his full name!!”
The others also burned with anger: “Show some respect!”
“If you know what’s good for you, apologize to us. When our Tiger Young Master comes out later, he might even take you as his little mistress…”
Yan Yang sneered at their arrogance. Just as she was about to say something, the men became excited: “Tiger Young Master, Tiger Young Master is coming out!”
“Let’s go, hurry and greet the young master!”
Not long after, a limping man slowly walked out from the prison gates.
“Oh dear, young master, what happened to you?!”
“Tiger Young Master, how did you break your leg?”
“Tiger Young Master, weren’t you going to teach that brat a lesson? What happened?”
“…Shut up, all of you! Stop annoying me!”
Wang Dahu roared, and only then did they quiet down.
This Tiger Young Master was a burly man with an extremely ugly scar on his face, exuding an aura of ferocity that would make ordinary people steer clear.
Yan Yang, however, didn’t avoid him at all. Watching them approach, the smile on her face gradually deepened, her light tone rising: “Tiger Young Master, is it?”
The narrow-eyed man whispered something in Wang Dahu’s ear, and his smile turned meaningful: “You little wench, planning to follow me from now on? You’re not bad-looking, I could let you live a life of luxury with me…”
Yan Yang shook her head, her charming, bewitching peach blossom eyes narrowing slightly: “Tiger Young Master, you’re overthinking it. I… am someone who cares about looks. For someone like you, even if you paid me, I’d consider it bad luck.”
“You—you bitch!! See how I teach you a lesson—”
Yan Yang blinked: “Perfect, I’m here to teach you a lesson too.”
This Wang Dahu was one of the key figures who contributed to the corruption of Feng Sixi—that villain who planned to blow the entire planet to smithereens on his thirtieth birthday.
She might as well take care of him for Feng Sixi.
…
Two minutes later.
Right beside Wang Dahu’s car, his lackeys couldn’t even get close to Yan Yang before she swiftly and decisively dealt with them.
As they lay on the ground groaning, they still hadn’t processed what had just happened.
Wang Dahu’s gaze toward Yan Yang even turned somewhat fearful: “Y-you, who exactly are you?!”
In his eyes, Yan Yang had transformed from a delicate flower into a thorny, man-eating plant.
Yan Yang ignored Wang Dahu, glancing slightly disdainfully at her own fingers.
She hated touching dirty things.
Just as she was about to take action against Wang Dahu again, she suddenly sensed an extremely dark, gloomy gaze.
Yan Yang sharply looked over.
She knew it was Feng Sixi.