68: Chapter 68 Lone Boat

The interior of a cargo spaceship is always a dreary sight.

In the massive cargo hold, only the emergency lights emitted a dim glow, casting the rows of towering containers into gigantic, monster-like shadows.

The air was constantly permeated with a strange, peculiar odor.

Wang Pingan curled up inside the container filled with cotton, motionless like an animal that had entered hibernation.

He had lowered his breathing, heartbeat, and even his body temperature to the lowest level, making it difficult for ordinary instruments to detect him.

This was a small technique he had learned from a basic martial arts theory book, called the "Turtle Breathing Technique."

For ordinary martial artists, this technique could at most be used to hold one's breath a little longer underwater.

But under his powerful mental strength of 100 points and the precise control of the 【Eye of Truth】, he had mastered the "Turtle Breathing Technique" to an extraordinary level.

He was now like a lifeless stone, perfectly blending into the surrounding environment.

He knew that the Li family's influence was far greater than he had imagined.

Although he had already escaped from Shen City, no one could guarantee that the Li family wouldn't use some special channels to expand their search range to these civilian cargo ships traveling between the stars.

Better safe than sorry.

He had to maintain the highest level of vigilance.

Time slipped away bit by bit during the dull and oppressive voyage.

The spaceship occasionally experienced slight turbulence due to encountering small asteroid belts.

Every jolt caused Wang Pingan's tense nerves to tighten even further.

He began to reflect.

Reflecting on whether his decision to kill Li Moran was right or wrong.

Rationally speaking, he was not wrong.

Li Moran had provoked him time and time again, even going so far as to hire assassins to kill him.

This kind of mortal enmity left no room for negotiation.

It was either him or me.

He had simply chosen to strike first.

But emotionally speaking, this was, after all, his first time ending a living life with his own hands in his two lifetimes.

Although, in his eyes, that life was no different from an annoying fly.

But the Cold, viscous feeling brought by the act of killing itself, as if even his soul were about to be frozen, still made him feel somewhat uncomfortable.

He was not a bloodthirsty person.

Deep down, he was more like a shrewd businessman, an opportunist who just wanted to safely use the system as a cheat to continuously become stronger and eventually stand at the pinnacle of this world.

He did not like trouble.

He did not like wasting his time and energy on these meaningless struggles.

But this world seemed to always be forcing him.

From Li Moran in the beginning, to Cold later on, and then to this assassination attempt by the Li family.

There were always people who, out of jealousy, greed, or various ridiculous reasons, would come forward one after another to seek their own death.

He wanted to lay low, but his strength wouldn't allow it.

He wanted to keep a low profile, but trouble would always find him on its own.

"It seems that being strong alone is not enough."

Wang Pingan slowly exhaled in the darkness.

"You also have to be ruthless enough."

"You have to make everyone fear you, so that anyone who thinks about targeting you must first weigh whether they can afford the price before making a move."

His eyes underwent a subtle change at this moment.

In those eyes that were originally clear, always carrying a hint of playfulness and laziness, there was now a trace of determination that had never been there before.

If Wang Pingan had previously been a sharp blade hidden in its sheath, with his edge restrained.

Then now, this sword had begun to slowly unsheathe.

Just then.

Creak—

The heavy alloy door of the cargo hold was slowly pushed open.

Several beams from high-powered flashlights pierced the darkness of the cargo hold like sharp swords.

A group of inspectors wearing black uniforms, with the "Interstellar Shipping Security Agency" logo printed on their chests, walked in.

Wang Pingan's heart instantly jumped into his throat.

They were here.

He immediately suppressed his aura to the extreme, his entire being merging with the pile of cotton like a true, unyielding stone.

"Routine inspection!"

The leading inspector had a loud voice, carrying an unquestionable authority.

"We have received a joint investigation notice from the Shen City Garrison, and we are pursuing an extremely dangerous Class A wanted criminal. All crew members, please cooperate with the inspection!"

His words made the air in the entire cargo hold become tense.

Several crew members who were inspecting the cargo hurriedly went up to meet them.

"Officer, our ship is only carrying ordinary textiles and industrial raw materials; it is absolutely impossible for anyone to be hiding here," the captain said with a flattering smile.

"Cut the crap!" The inspector glanced at him coldly. "Open the containers and inspect them! Not a single one can be missed!"

"Yes, yes!"

The crew members did not dare to delay and immediately took out their tools, starting to open those huge containers one by one.

The "clanging" sound of metal colliding and the shouting of the inspectors echoed in the empty cargo hold.

Wang Pingan held his breath.

He could clearly hear those footsteps approaching the container he was in, step by step.

Closer and closer.

He could even feel the beams from those high-powered flashlights landing on the door of the container he was hiding in.

His hand had already quietly pressed against his waist.

Pale golden Qi and blood energy began to flow silently through his meridians.

Once discovered, he would not hesitate to silence everyone here immediately.

Then, he would seize a small lifeboat and escape into the vast sea of stars.

Although the risk of doing so was extremely high, it was the only choice.

"Officer, this container is filled with premium cotton imported from Taran Star, it's very clean..." the captain's voice carried a hint of obsequiousness.

"I said, not a single one can be missed!" the inspector's voice was Cold and firm.

Click.

The container's lock was opened.

Blinding light poured in instantly.

Wang Pingan's heart almost stopped beating at this moment.

Through the gaps in the cotton, he saw a pair of feet wearing black military boots stop in front of him.

Then, a hand wearing a tactical glove reached in and casually rummaged through the pile of cotton twice.

Wang Pingan felt his body being touched by that hand.

His muscles instantly tightened to the extreme.

Just the moment before he was about to explode into action.

That hand withdrew.

"Damn it, it really is just cotton," that inspector swore. "Let's go, next one!"

The footsteps gradually faded away.

The container door was closed again.

Darkness descended once more.

Wang Pingan's tense body slowly relaxed.

His back was completely soaked with Cold sweat.

That was close.

He had almost been exposed.

He knew that being able to avoid this inspection wasn't entirely due to luck.

It was because his powerful mental strength had subconsciously exerted a faint mental suggestion on that inspector at that very moment.

Making him think that this pile of cotton was just a bunch of ordinary cotton with nothing unusual about it.

Although this suggestion was very weak, in the environment of such a routine inspection, it played a decisive role.

The wonderful uses of mental strength were far more than he had imagined.

It seemed he would have to properly develop this ability in the future.

After this thrilling episode, the rest of the voyage became exceptionally smooth.

A few hours later.

When the spaceship's broadcast sounded with the prompt "Arriving at Galaxy City Spaceport soon."

Wang Pingan's heart, which had been hanging the whole time, finally settled back into his chest.

Galaxy City.

The capital of Galaxy Star.

This was the center of the entire planet, with a permanent population of over 500 million; it was a true super-city.

No matter how long the Li family's reach was, it couldn't extend here.

He was safe.

The spaceship landed slowly.

Wang Pingan did not rush to go out.

He waited until all the cargo had been unloaded and all the crew members had left.

Only then did he silently crawl out of that container.

Like a ghost, he avoided all the surveillance in the spaceport and blended into the constant stream of people.

Then he found a public restroom, washed himself from head to toe, and changed into a clean set of clothes.

When he walked out of the restroom, he had turned back into that ordinary-looking teenager who would be completely inconspicuous in a crowd.

He did not stay in Galaxy City for long.

Instead, he immediately took the fastest intercity maglev train, heading straight for the final destination of his trip.

The Special Recruitment Training Camp of Xuanyuan Martial Arts University.