Loren strode out of the tent and walked right up to Cook P. Jones, embracing the man with an extremely enthusiastic and familiar hug!

"Let's go, Mr. Cook!"

"I'm ready!"

"We can raise hell anytime!"

Faced with Loren's bizarrely intense enthusiasm, Cook P. Jones's expression stiffened slightly.

Did he really like the tent I set up that much?

Why does it feel like he's a completely different person after stepping out of the tent...

And right at that moment!

An extremely resentful voice suddenly echoed in Loren's mind.

"Mr. Las Loren, my bastard master."

"Would you... care to explain to me, just what is going on with that Miss Jasmine sitting on your shoulder?"

Clearly, having reached no conclusion from its own pondering, Raven had chosen to share Loren's memories...

Someone's act of teasing another intelligent pet had been caught red-handed!

Upon hearing Raven's resentful question, Loren's expression instantly froze!

But the next moment!

He rapidly began offering his pale excuses in his mind:

"That was just everyday social courtesy..."

"You should know, I just entered the Illusionary Night's Dream tavern..."

"Maintaining a good relationship with the other party is beneficial..."

Loren's tone was extremely serious. From his defensive words, almost no trace of personal motive could be heard.

"Is that so, Master?"

"Of course!"

His tone was firm, stated with absolute conviction, as if this was the truth and the facts.

"Hah!" A cold laugh sounded in Loren's mind.

When had his bastard master ever cared about something as illusory as "social courtesy"!!

Loren, you bastard!!

Don't I know you?!

You've changed your heart!!

So you like those transparent-winged creatures!!

So sad... my feathers look quite nice in the sunlight too...

After letting out that cold laugh, Raven made no further sound, sinking into an eerie silence.

Seeing that Raven had gone quiet.

Loren silently breathed a sigh of relief.

Strange, I'm the master, so why do I feel somewhat guilty...

Just as Loren was pondering this question in his mind.

The voice of Cook P. Jones beside him once again saved him, allowing him to extricate himself from this complicated problem.

Cook P. Jones had now gathered Seena, Hankley, and Tannas around him.

He was giving his final speech before tonight's operation.

As the team's organizer, he really should say something before taking action...

"What I needed to explain, I already explained to you all at noon today!"

"Now! I only have one more thing to say to you all!"

"And that is! May everything go smoothly for us tonight!"

"Remember! What is the Security Bureau?!" 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

"Tonight! All together! Let's pull off one hell of a job!!"

"I hope that after tonight, none of us will have to worry about Spirit Stones for a very long time!"

"And, I hope that after tonight, we can all become Major Figures!"

Before a mature criminal gang takes action, the leader always deliberately says something inspiring to boost the gang's morale!

This is convention, it is custom.

That strange thing called morale can significantly increase the success rate of an operation!

And belief, that kind of thing, can often steady the restless hearts within the gang!

It's worth mentioning that this valuable experience is already common, basic criminal knowledge on the Interstellar Hunter Forum.

If crime is a field of study, then the Interstellar Hunter Forum is a top-tier institution of learning.

And within this top-tier institution, many remarkably selfless senior professors are gathered...

It must be said, Cook P. Jones, whose criminal talent isn't particularly high, has indeed learned many of the essentials within this "top-tier institution" that is the Interstellar Hunter Forum.

His pre-operation speech, in the view of the somewhat picky Loren, also approached excellence.

As for why Loren didn't rate this speech of his as "excellent," it was because not a single person present listening could actually take it in...

Seena, Hankley, and Tannas, these three Ninth Tier Superhumans, all wore somewhat strange expressions after listening.

Even the calmest one, Hankley, had a face full of black lines.

Clearly, Cook P. Jones's words could only fool novice criminals, not these battle-hardened Ninth Tier Superhumans.

As Ninth Tier Superhumans only one step away from the Legendary tier, they almost all possess long, eventful pasts.

Fooling them isn't so easy...

Not to mention Loren, who crawled out from the dark alleys of the slums. He just thought Cook P. Jones's decision to change careers after this job was quite wise...

After all, one must always figure out in which direction one's talents lie, to avoid being mediocre.

Being almost Legendary, one really should understand a thing or two...

The Star Realm is vast, it can accommodate all kinds of people, everyone can choose a suitable direction to cultivate.

Clearly, the direction of crime is not suitable for Cook P. Jones.

Obviously, Loren's sharp-tongued ability has progressed considerably under Raven's influence.

And Cook P. Jones, after passionately finishing his speech, finally glanced at the expressions of those present.

An atmosphere called "awkwardness" began to permeate the abandoned factory building...

After a long while.

Cook P. Jones cleared his throat with a calm expression, choosing to silently switch to a different way of speaking:

"Ahem, enough talk, let's begin the operation!"

Judging by Cook P. Jones's level of composure, this wasn't the first time he'd experienced such an awkward atmosphere...

Sure enough, after he changed his way of speaking, the atmosphere in the abandoned factory building finally returned to normal.

Seena, Hankley, and Tannas each gave a slight nod to Cook P. Jones.

Loren silently walked over and took his position standing to Cook P. Jones's left. In the plan formulated during the day, he was paired with Cook P. Jones tonight...

Seeing Loren's action, the figures of the others also silently began to move their feet.

The five people in the abandoned factory building stood in a row with tacit understanding.

To Cook P. Jones's left was the tall figure of Loren wearing his hat.

To his right, in order, were the taciturn Hankley, the elegant-mannered Seena, and Tannas, whose face carried a benevolent air.

Cook P. Jones turned his head left and right, surveying the team he had painstakingly assembled, and nodded in satisfaction.

Finally, it's starting to look like a high-end gang!

Then, the corner of his mouth revealed a wild, arrogant smile. He raised his right hand high and swung it down heavily!

"Move out!"

A very ceremonial action!

The five people inside the abandoned factory building moved their feet in unison, walking side-by-side towards the main gate of the abandoned factory!

That fierce black dog named "Huck" let out an excited bark from behind before quickly following behind Cook P. Jones!

The five people with distinct auras, after walking side-by-side out of the abandoned factory without looking back, Seena silently raised the staff in her hand.

A scorching, massive fireball coalesced above her staff!

"Boom!"

The huge fireball, after fully forming, flew straight towards the abandoned factory behind her!

A spectacular explosion erupted!

Blazing, violent flames scorched everything behind her!

A Ninth Tier Mage's Fireball spell was more than enough to ignite this abandoned factory...

All traces of their stay, under the baptism of this violent fireball, were reduced to ashes!