Disruptions like these were not new to Zone Nine.

Although it was a mixed-breed territory with a low presence, from time to time, the people of Zone Nine still made some noise.

It was as if they were intentionally reminding the royal family of their existence.

It wasn’t really about creating conflicts, but more about seizing the opportunity to gain some benefits.

Sheffield Benedict was well aware of this, which was why things went so smoothly.

There was just one thing...

"I bumped into that person here today."

Sheffield Benedict smiled gently, his words suggestive enough.

Wayne Lane looked up, his expression still cold, but there was a flicker in his eyes,

Perhaps sensing Wayne Lane’s mood, Sheffield Benedict did not deliberately keep him in suspense, yet he didn’t mention that person’s name, "Oh, Hannah was also here."

Initially unsure from just the back view, he became certain when he saw that man.

"Hannah was here too?" Wayne Lane furrowed his brows, "Does anyone else know about this?"

Sheffield Benedict shook his head, his voice soft, "Only I know about this, and I didn’t plan to inform the people of the royal family."

Both he and Wayne Lane owed Hannah too many times.

Wayne Lane was silent for a while before he spoke again, "Is she with that person?"

Remembering the scene he saw at noon, the smile on Sheffield Benedict’s face faded a bit, but his tone remained calm, "Yes."

That person...

The one from Blue Star.

Both Wayne Lane and Sheffield Benedict tacitly avoided mentioning that name.

The imperial royal family had no death penalty, so the only option for Hannah was imprisonment.

Keeping her consciousness forever in a small world was the best solution.

Just as Hannah had predicted, the so-called livestream system was nothing but a smokescreen.

A false target was set, but she could never truly reach it.

And this was proposed by Wayne Lane.

...

In the year 798 of the interstellar era, fugitive number one, long on the run, was successfully captured by Commander Wayne Lane.

Royal Palace.

High upon the throne, the king, holding the scepter, looked majestic with his luxurious crown, as if he wanted to adorn himself with all the treasures of the world.

Standing with the king, the queen wore a dazzling long yellow gown, intricately layered. She tilted her chin up, exuding arrogance.

Along the sides of the palace stood many nobles, who merely turned slightly, their gaze falling on the center of the hall.

There stood the fourth commander personally appointed by the king, the god of war Wayne Lane.

The man remained in his dark blue combat uniform, his demeanor respectful yet assertive.

"The number one fugitive has been successfully captured."

He bowed his head, his words calm without a trace of fluctuation.

The king above the throne laughed with satisfaction, "Good, good, truly worthy of being my royal family’s undefeated war god Wayne Lane."

The people of the royal family worship power and lineage first, and strength second.

Possessing either one could secure a stable standing in the royal family.

Wayne Lane perfectly represented the latter.

Only Hannah was an exception.

She had both, yet became the bane of all nobles.

While they relied on and coveted her strength, they also feared it.

It was like cooking a rabbit once it had been caught.

That was the principle.

Even his own daughter, after using her, the king could discard her mercilessly.

The queen was even more delighted.

From the beginning, she detested Hannah’s presence.

Especially when the king had no choice but to bring Hannah into the palace, this aversion reached its peak.

The supreme power of the imperial royal family could only be inherited by her daughter Emma.