The hover-motorcycle sped through the air, the scenery reduced to mere blurs.

Song Yu clung tightly to Rong Shi’s waist, feeling like he’d boarded a pirate ship.

Rong Shi, this person, before you got to know him, you’d think he was calm and collected, with everything under control. Only after getting to know him would you discover he was inherently mischievous and wild.

In the underground warehouse of the 88th Military District Hospital’s pharmacy, he’d used extreme, unimaginable methods to break into the lab.

This time, he’d directly hijacked a public hovercar on the street, and damn it, he was speeding faster and faster! Completely exceeding normal safe driving speeds.

Song Yu strongly suspected they’d be flung off at any second, or be crippled by aerial debris flying their way.

“Go faster, you’ll be eighteen blocks ahead of the target in no time,” Song Yu sarcastically remarked.

Rong Shi: “Keep an eye on the target’s direction.”

Song Yu tilted his head slightly, leaning close to his ear: “8 o’clock.”

Rong Shi piloted the motorcycle into a dive, circling a tall tower several times, causing the tourists watching the view from the tower to scream repeatedly.

Someone was chasing them from behind. If they stuck too close to the target, the people behind them would easily discover their objective.

With Song Yu helping to observe the target’s situation, Rong Shi focused on weaving through various high-rise buildings and amusement facilities, once again successfully shaking off their pursuers.

Inside the palace, Song Ke’s special assistant hurried into the study: “Your Highness, our people lost them.”

“Useless!” Song Ke slammed the brush in his hand to the floor. Black ink stained the expensive carpet, leaving an unharmonious dark mark.

Special assistant: “However, they seemed very close. It should really just be a date.”

If they had another objective, they certainly wouldn’t have so brazenly hijacked a car and performed such driving stunts, as if afraid others wouldn’t know they had been there.

“That sounds like him,” Song Ke sneered.

Song Yu dared to hit even him and had a high-profile flash marriage with an Alpha. Compared to that, drag racing in the street was nothing.

The special assistant opened his terminal: “On the 15th of next month, the Royal Academy will hold its annual Barren Star Survival Competition. Miss Qian’s cousin and Young Master He’s son have already confirmed their participation. Shall I sign you up?”

“Another boring competition,” Song Ke said, lacking interest. “I’m going to be king, not a soldier.”

Special assistant: “But this is an excellent opportunity to expand your network.”

The students of the Royal Academy all came from aristocratic backgrounds. Usually, they were pampered young ladies and gentlemen. Throwing them into a perilous environment, a little trick could easily gain their trust.

Song Ke didn’t want to participate. That wretched place was full of insects, ants, and ferocious beasts. He wouldn’t eat well or sleep well. Let alone bathing, there wasn’t even a place to use the restroom. The thought alone was suffocating.

Seeing Song Ke was truly unwilling, the special assistant could only give up.

As he reached the door, he was suddenly called back.

“It’s a shame such an interesting competition is only held within the school,” Song Ke said with a smirk. “Why not collaborate with the Central Military Academy this year and let the young ladies and gentlemen of the Royal Academy witness the demeanor of soldiers?”

Seeing his calculating expression, the special assistant almost instantly understood, bowing and saying, “I’ll go suggest it right away.”

After the special assistant left, Song Ke couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

He truly wanted to see that good brother’s miserable and resentful face after losing power. It would surely be spectacular.

Those great nobles who usually flattered him, seeing him entangled with an Alpha, he wondered what kind of expressions they would show.

The clinic owner’s hovercar drove further and further into a remote area, eventually stopping at a local express delivery station.

This kind of express delivery only handled local business and couldn’t send packages to other planets. Its scale was very small, and each station was unmanned, with only an intelligent sorting system and a few sorting robots.

Rong Shi parked the hovercar in a diagonally opposite alley across the street, tapping his terminal twice.

[Monitoring in this area will be blocked in two seconds—blocked.]

[Activating same-view mode, paired with T6 delivery robot minion, starting screen—]

After 01’s voice, a monitoring window automatically appeared in front of Rong Shi.

The clinic owner walked into the station, placed the item he brought onto the conveyor belt, and the intelligent system began the shipping process.

But he didn’t wait for the process to finish and walked to a classified warehouse.

His terminal swiped over the sensor, and the warehouse door opened.

A moment later, he walked out, carrying a package.

The package wasn’t large, about the size of a briefcase.

He took the item to the main entrance, vigilantly scanned his surroundings, got into his hovercar, and left.

Song Yu watched him leave, pressing the miniature earbud in his ear: “Target is returning. Pay attention to the package in his hand.”

Just as he was about to figure out a way to sneak into the delivery station, he saw someone wearing a helmet swaggering out of the alley.

Song Yu grabbed him: “You’re just going over there like that?”

For some reason he preferred not to dwell on, Rong Shi found it difficult to look him directly in the face at that moment. He tapped his helmet and said calmly, “Wearing a disguise, what’s there to be afraid of?”

Song Yu: “…”

What use was this pathetic disguise?

The person had already walked out, so Song Yu could only follow, highly displeased with his reckless behavior.

“Can you be more professional, gege?”

After saying that, he immediately realized something was off.

The camera at the storefront didn’t focus on them as they approached.

Rong Shi: “Stay behind your gege. Don’t be afraid.”

Song Yu: “…”

The station was orderly. On both sides were dozens of categorized warehouses, storing packages ready for shipment.

Not seeing where the person had taken the package from, Song Yu planned to contact his subordinates and have someone come to hack the surveillance.

“Here.” Rong Shi stood in front of that categorized warehouse, calling out to him.

Song Yu narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing him inquisitively: “How do you know?”

Rong Shi: “What big brother knows, little brother naturally knows more.”

Song Yu: “…”

This warehouse door was a thick metal door, locked. It couldn’t be opened without a terminal or iris authorization.

Song Yu gestured with his body, inviting him to proceed, and taunted: “Then try opening this door?”

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Rong Shi’s hand swipe over the sensor, and the door opened with a click.

Song Yu: “…”

Rong Shi reached into his pocket, let 01 transform into a silenced gun in his hand, kicked the door open, and waited two seconds before entering.

Song Yu pulled out his gun from his lower back and followed closely.

Lights shone in the four corners of the warehouse. Shelves were piled high with packages. The robots organizing the shelves seemed oblivious to their presence, continuing to operate in an orderly fashion.

The robots here didn’t have cameras, so they couldn’t be seen with 01’s same-view mode either.

Rong Shi walked past each shelf in turn, trying to find similarly shaped packages.

As he passed one spot, he keenly noticed that the sound of his feet on the floor was off; there seemed to be space underneath.

“Here.” Song Yu squatted in front of him to his right, pointing behind a shelf.

There was a very inconspicuous fine seam on the floor between the shelf and the wall.

Rong Shi crouched down, his fingers slowly tracing the seam. The metal floor slowly opened.

Song Yu grabbed his wrist: “Why can you open all the doors here?”

Rong Shi looked down at the hand on his wrist. The knuckles were well-proportioned, the finger bones long and elegant, even the shape of the nails was beautiful, though somewhat casually trimmed, suggesting the owner’s poor manual dexterity.

He looked up and met Song Yu’s eyes: “Is it too late to be suspicious of me now?”

Song Yu’s face was grim: “So you are?”

Rong Shi shook off his hand: “If I were, you would have been dead long ago.”

The two walked down the narrow stairs, one after the other.

After passing through a secluded path, they saw a room filled with shelves, covered in many bottles and jars.

Rong Shi immediately spotted the codes on the bottles, a letter followed by three numbers.

“K386, this is the code from Ka Jing’s medical record,” Song Yu whispered.

As he spoke, Rong Shi also saw several familiar codes, corresponding to one of the 3561 medical records moved from the military district hospital.

Was this a sub-center of that lab?

Rong Shi walked, taking photos as he went: “Hold onto my coat.”

Song Yu was already annoyed with this irritating pepper, who didn’t forget to provoke him even while handling serious business. He immediately retorted with sarcasm.

“What, are you already so affected you can’t stand?”

Rong Shi glanced at him indifferently, instinctively wanting to retort, but then held himself back.

What if he was—

No, he definitely wasn’t.

“Old Jin?”

A sudden sound from ahead made them both gasp, almost simultaneously gripping their guns.

“Why are you still here? Didn’t you take the medicine and leave?”

A middle-aged Beta in a white coat, wearing thick-rimmed glasses, came around the corner, walking towards them with a puzzled expression.

The two hid behind a stack of boxes. The space was cramped, forcing them to press against each other. Song Yu’s face was cold, his gaze fixed outward, constantly watching the movements outside.

Rong Shi, however, involuntarily diverted some of his attention to Song Yu.

Footsteps approached, then gradually faded away.

Just as they were about to breathe a slight sigh of relief, the boxes behind them suddenly burst open.

Rong Shi protected Song Yu’s head, pulling him closer, preparing to move to a different hiding spot. But Song Yu broke free, fired a shot outside, and, using the cover of the shelves, quickly approached the opponent.

Left with no choice, Rong Shi could only cooperate, using the sound of gunfire to disrupt the opponent’s judgment.

The person heard footsteps, immediately turned his gun around, and seeing it was Song Yu, he was startled for a moment: “It’s you?!”

He then fired several shots at Song Yu.

Song Yu dodged behind a shelf, his gun steadily hitting the opponent’s right wrist.

“Ah—!” The opponent cried out in pain, his gun falling to the ground.

Song Yu took a few steps, kicked the gun away, and subdued the person in a few moves.

He pressed the person to the ground, his foot on their back, the gun aimed at the back of their head.

“Who are you? Why do you know me?”

The person beneath him struggled continuously, reaching his left hand into his white coat pocket and pulling out a button-like object.

Before he could press it, his wrist was shot, another scream erupting.

Song Yu stomped on the person, grinding his foot into the back of his head: “I’ll give you three seconds. Three…”

“I don’t know! I’m just a delivery man!”

“Two…”

“I don’t know! I really don’t know!”

Song Yu removed his foot, aimed at the back of his head, and was about to pull the trigger when his wrist was suddenly grabbed.

“Keep him alive to question later,” Rong Shi said.

Bang.

With a silencer, the gun’s sound was muffled, but it still sent shivers down one’s spine.

After firing, Song Yu looked at the person on the ground, whose head he had just blown off, then shook off Rong Shi’s hand, his face calm: “No need for the trouble.”

For someone who knew his identity and still tried to kill him, there was no need to keep them alive.

Rong Shi looked down as the person’s blood slowly spread outwards, gradually reaching his feet.

The kitten was definitely not someone who killed without batting an eye.

But if he wasn’t, then how could all those coincidences from before be explained?

Rong Shi stepped over the blood and walked closer to Song Yu, recording as he spoke: “You’re still young. Don’t kill casually.”

Killing was not an enjoyable process; on the contrary, it severely tested one’s psychological fortitude.

When he first killed an enemy spy on the battlefield, he had to undergo half a month of psychological counseling because of it.

It’s not good to disregard human lives too much, but it’s also not good to take them too seriously.

Song Yu scoffed, his voice very low: “How do you think I’ve survived until now?”

This lab was much smaller than the military hospital’s. They only encountered one person on their way through.

01 could only block surveillance for half an hour; exceeding that would make them easily discovered.

After they finished recording, they exited through another door, finding themselves in the alley opposite the express delivery point.

Song Yu pressed his miniature earbud, giving instructions to his subordinates for cleanup, telling them to collect samples of everything in all the coded bottles as quickly as possible.

He faintly heard sirens, growing louder from a distance.

Rong Shi suddenly had a bad feeling.

“What’s that sound?”

Song Yu cocked his head, listened, and calmly stated: “Nothing much. Just the AI patrols catching up.”

Rong Shi frowned: “Your people didn’t pay?”

Song Yu spread his hands: “I don’t have a habit of paying for others.”

Rong Shi: “…”

Once caught by the AI patrols, their whereabouts would be exposed, and all their previous theatrics would be for nothing.

Rong Shi: “Go!”

Song Yu, however, ignored him, leaning against the wall casually with his arms crossed: “My people will be here soon. I’ll stay with them. You’re on your own.”

Speeding was fine, but being chased by AI patrols was not necessary. He couldn’t afford that embarrassment.

Such a big accomplice, how could he let him run away?

The sirens grew louder and louder. Rong Shi glanced up at the sky, swung his long legs onto the bike, and said calmly: “Get on, and I’ll tell you something about him. This is your only chance. You decide—”

Before he could finish, Song Yu was already on: “Stop talking nonsense, run!”

Rong Shi: “…”

Rong Shi’s driving skills were honed under various harsh conditions on the battlefield; creating complex aerial maneuvers was no problem.

But the AI patrols had locked onto this vehicle and could link up with other AI patrols in the area at any time.

They couldn’t fight, only run. Even with Rong Shi’s excellent driving skills, they were still caught halfway through, coincidentally in a bustling downtown area.

A large crowd below looked up at the sky, listening to the AI patrols repeatedly broadcast:

[You have severely violated public safety regulations. Please land immediately and accept your penalty.]

Rong Shi: “…”

Song Yu: “…”

Half an hour later, the two were invited to the Public Security Bureau for a “talk.”

Because their faces were so recognizable, the news had already spread throughout the military academy even before they returned to school and made it to the forum’s homepage.

[Heard that Chairman Rong and Goddess Song’s first date involved drag racing and they got caught and taken in for questioning. As expected of you two, you never disappoint.]

“Chairman: I’m very good. Chairman: I got caught.”

“Hahahahaha, major public humiliation, I’m dying laughing.”

“Chairman: It’s too hard to have some excitement!”

“As expected of an Alpha-Alpha date, I can’t take it anymore hahahahaha”

On the public hovercar ride back, Song Yu enthusiastically asked: “He—why does he like rabbits so much?”

Rong Shi: “…”

“That’s what you want to ask?”

Rong Shi’s gaze was complex: “I thought you’d ask about his gender first.”

Song Yu: “?”

Author’s note: 

Song Cat: Bunny, someone actually questioned your gender. Heh, I beat him up for you.

Bunny Rong: …Thank you.