I Just Wanted to Be a Galactic Hunter—Why Am I on the Wanted List?-Chapter 258: Choosing an Opponent

Perhaps because Loren's words contained too much information, the other three fell into a long silence after listening to him...

After a long while.

The Spatial Type powerhouse from the Empire's military was the one who voluntarily broke the silence among them.

"Do you think... it's still too late for me to leave this place now?" His tone carried a hint of helplessness.

Who would have known this madman was actually here to assassinate that Federation politician...

Without a doubt, they were going to shoulder a large portion of the blame for this now...

"You should say that to the Federation Security Bureau people, telling us is useless," Loren's teasing voice rang out.

What Loren said was exactly what that Empire military powerhouse had said earlier to the white-bearded old man. It was just that Loren had returned the exact same words to the other party.

You're already sitting here with me, and you say this matter has nothing to do with you? Of course, *I* am willing to believe you, but whether the Security Bureau believes you or not, I don't know...

"Hahahaha..." This time, it was the white-bearded old man from the Arcane Research Society who couldn't hold back his laughter.

"... Old man, your laughter is too grating, you know!!"

The Empire military powerhouse rubbed his temples with a headache. He glanced at Loren, who was only one seat away from him, feeling mentally exhausted.

This has escalated into a major incident of the Empire assassinating a high-ranking Federation official...

Thinking of this, the look he shot towards Loren carried a faint, restless glint.

Should he take out this guy with the nasty personality before he makes his move...

Loren, at this moment, also sensed the dangerous aura emanating from the other. He turned his head with a smile and looked at the Empire military powerhouse separated from him by one seat, saying softly:

"Want to play a round first? You might die, you know."

After hearing Loren's words, the Empire military powerhouse did not answer immediately but fell into an eerie silence...

He was genuinely considering the possibility of taking out Loren preemptively...

"Before you two start fighting, I have something to remind you. Those annoying guys from the Security Bureau have already arrived..." the white-bearded old man said calmly from the side.

He slowly stood up, and a snow-white staff appeared in his hand.

After realizing things were gradually deviating from his expectations, he was actually the first to accept the situation.

Among these three people, which one was any good? He was the only honest person here...

Anyway, as long as he wasn't the one getting screwed over the worst. Looking at it from another angle, the murkier the waters, the better. At the very least, his organization's reputation would grow a bit more...

Fwens, the Demigod-level powerhouse, also shrugged his shoulders with considerable regret. Standing up, he slowly advised the Spatial Type powerhouse to his left:

"I don't recommend you do that. Even if those Security Bureau guys weren't present, you still couldn't take him down. On the contrary, the possibility of you dying at his hands is greater..."

After his words fell, the retro-style white robe on Fwens's body transformed amidst flickering light into a noble and elegant black mage robe.

It was a black robe embroidered with golden threads bearing stellar marks. A wide hood also appeared on his head.

Beneath the black hood, his face was shrouded in a mass of gray mist, obscuring Fwens's features.

It was exactly the same attire Fwens had been wearing when Loren first saw him.

"Even I sense the danger of death from him..."

From beneath the black hood, Fwens's voice sounded once more. His voice, enhanced by the robe he wore, became much more distant and ethereal.

The Spatial Type powerhouse from the Empire's military, after hearing the reminders from the white-bearded old man and Fwens, silently sighed.

He also slowly rose from his seat. His gaze turned towards the group of Security Bureau Agents on the stage ahead, and he shook his head with some regret.

No fight is happening. I thought these two would be on my side...

Forget it. Just a member of the House of Representatives, a minor nuisance!

The great Empire can shoulder this blame!!

"The Empire will remember your actions, young man."

This Spatial Type powerhouse from the Empire spoke in a rather cold tone.

Loren, the only one still seated, also stood up at the opportune moment, turning his head to respond with a smile:

"I look forward to it."

After Loren said this, it also signified that this "internal strife" that had yet to occur had come to an end.

Given the current situation, the greatest enemy for the four of them was still the Security Bureau.

The four who had stood up simultaneously released their mental energy, sensing all movements within the stadium.

Fwens looked up at the azure sky above the stadium and was the first to speak:

"I'll handle the Security Bureau Demigod up there..."

"Don't die, everyone..."

As his words fell, a mass of gray mist rose from the hem of his black mage robe, enveloping his figure.

Amidst the churning gray mist, Fwens's figure vanished...

After Fwens had chosen his opponent, the remaining three looked at each other.

Then, the old man from the Arcane Research Society looked towards the edge of the stadium and said with a smile:

"I'll take care of the Legendary on the left side at the stadium's edge."

"However, don't place too much confidence in me. It's been a long time since I last fought anyone after becoming the Vice President of the Arcane Research Society..."

"Finish off your respective opponents quickly and come help me."

"And, don't die. I quite like you young folks. Honestly, it's been so long since I've felt this fired up..."

After the white-bearded old man finished speaking, he lightly tapped the completely snow-white staff in his hand on the ground. An intricate magic circle appeared beneath his feet.

After the light of the magic circle flashed, the white-bearded old man's figure also disappeared without a trace.

In the middle of the first row of the inner section, only Loren and the Spatial Type powerhouse from the Empire's military remained.

The two stared at each other for a long time, eyes wide.

"How about you pick first?" Loren asked with a smile.

That Empire military powerhouse snorted quite haughtily.

"The hidden Legendary on the right side at the stadium's edge is mine."

"And, young man, don't die."

"Keep your life. The Empire still has to settle accounts with you..."

After saying that, he directly raised his hand and slapped the air beside him!

The air, which had no physical substance, rippled like the surface of water, producing clearly visible undulations.

His figure vanished extremely bizarrely within that spatial ripple...