"Can you give me a cigarette?" Margaret smiled slightly at Cecilia.

Her alabaster fingers elegantly held the cigarette, and the curling blue smoke drifted through the yellow light with her breath.

Margaret did not feel afraid.

Leefer, to this day, is still hidden by her grandfather Hastings. No matter how capable Leefer is, the army he can mobilize is still a very small part hidden from everyone’s sight. Furthermore, during the previous communication, McKinley was also there. McKinley had no opinion on her return. This means that this Admiral, who is considered Hastings’s right-hand man, will be fully prepared to ensure her safety.

These are all tacit understandings.

She is worried about Fatty. In her view, going to Canglang Star to rescue Li Cunxin and the research team is simply an impossible task. To describe the current situation of Canglang Star as a dragon’s lair would be an understatement. Yet Fatty has taken on this mission, which seems utterly unacceptable to her. Even though she knows this Fatty doesn’t play by the rules, she never dreamed Fatty would be so crazy.

What exactly prompted him to make such a decision? Does he not realize that after acquiring two Binart Elephant-class Fleets and joining forces with Russell, they have completely transformed, and have the qualifications to make the Alliance Command Center and the Command Department reassess the country of Leray?

He is the core of the bandit army. If anything happens to him...

Margaret’s heart suddenly skipped a beat. An inexplicable emotion, mixed with the smoke wandering in her body, tightly wrapped around her heart. The scene of Fatty meeting Russell in the flight chamber just flashed vividly in her mind, refusing to go away.

Though she didn’t want to admit it, the fact is, at that moment, she felt moved by a man for the first time in her life.

How could this be possible?

Margaret smiled at herself mockingly, her lips as delicate as petals, exhaling a long plume of smoke. She quickly blew away this inexplicable emotion. That is a fat man with an abominable look, lacking refinement, whose actions are vulgar and despicable! He is the ender and destroyer of any woman’s Prince Charming dream. No woman would fall in love at first sight with such a man.

His various insistences indeed amazed people. But the reason she was interested in him was that he was an equally matched opponent—a maverick whose thoughts were more unorthodox than hers.

What she most wanted to know was how far this guy could go, and in his hands, what other heart-racing secrets there might be.

The Binart 12th Generation Mecha, coveted by the Fei Alliance, the stealth technology displayed by the bandit army fleet in the Longbow Battle, and their formidable combat power, along with their Mechanical Knights and Mechanical Gods... none of these should disappear with him. In future wars, the Fei Alliance needs this power, and she, too, needs this power!

Margaret extinguished the cigarette in the ashtray. She had made up her mind to stop this from happening.

No one understood better than her, who was in this place, what a huge mistake it would be to bury such a person and such a force! She absolutely couldn’t let Leefer ruin her plan!

"Sister Xiang..." Margaret turned to the silent Fang Xiang, softly saying, "I must stop this adventure at all costs. General Tian must not go to Canglang Star. Please take me to the communication room; I need to contact my grandfather, Marshal Hastings."

"Marshal Hastings!" Fang Xiang’s eyes lit up as she gently pushed away the little kid in her arms, standing up, her whole demeanor becoming energetic. Ever since she learned that Fatty was going to undertake that life-or-death rescue mission, her entire mind was filled with endless worries. Hearing that Margaret was going to contact Hastings directly, she was overjoyed. If anyone could stop this action, it would have to be Hastings!

The little kid left Fang Xiang’s embrace, quickly moving unobtrusively towards Margaret.

This beauty’s grandfather turned out to be Feiyang Marshal Hastings... the little brat’s eyes flickered, his mood unpredictable. Should I let her hold me too?

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"Rescuing Professor Boswell is of utmost importance. Even if there is a one in ten thousand chance, we must put in one hundred percent effort. Space Jump Technology is not only related to Leray, but also concerns all of humanity."

In the office at the end of the hallway, Russell rested his head on the sofa, talking quietly with Fatty, his tone somewhat heavy: "By the way, have you found any news about your parents?"

"No." Fatty shook his head in frustration: "The Mars Free Channel is complex and entangled. Until we’ve achieved absolute control, I can’t startle the snake. If word leaks, the pirates involved in the attack can easily leave Mars. Finding them again would be difficult. So far, we’ve conducted secret verifications in the Pirate Groups we’ve taken down. But up to now, we haven’t found anything."

Russell nodded. Listening to Fatty’s account of his experiences on Mars, he understood that Fatty’s caution was correct. To have progressed to this point with just one Destroyer is already a remarkable achievement, but completely controlling Mars Free Port and the myriad space stations and Freedom Docks along the channel was something the bandit army at the time could not accomplish.