The Drunken-Immortal-of-Murky-Wine was choked speechless for a moment, and only after a long while did he grumble, "At least give me a damn hint or something."

Feng Jun pulled out a cigarette, lit it, took a drag, and then spoke. "I figured with the Wei Family’s capabilities, it wouldn’t be hard for you to find this out. That’s exactly why I didn’t want to go... It’s obviously a one-way trip, and now you’re blaming me for not dropping you a hint?"

The Drunken-Immortal-of-Murky-Wine had no comeback. He really had nothing to say; the more he talked, the more he’d embarrass himself, so he could only grit his teeth, say his farewells, and leave.

"The grudge with this family should end here," Feng Jun let out a soft sigh. He couldn’t even be bothered to use the Bidirectional Gate and directly exited back to Earth.

That very night, Sofia advanced from Qi Refining First Layer to Third Level of Qi Refinement, and her Yoga level shot up as well. Don’t ask why she leveled up so fast; if you have to ask, it’s because someone was giving her ’support’—supporting her waist all night long...

Early the next morning, Feng Jun woke up from the orgy of wine and flesh. "Sister Hong, you awake?"

"Not yet," Sister Hong mumbled groggily at his side, "I’m dead sleepy. I was studying that Prophecy Diagram all night—my arm hurts."

"Wake up already," Feng Jun answered casually. "Time’s synchronized on both sides now. Even if I don’t come, it’ll stay synced. Remember to tell Yun Shan: the moment she senses danger, she shuts down the jade ring."

In his head he called it the Stone Ring, but women liked classier names, something that sounded more like a song title, so jade ring it was.

"Oh-ho?" Sister Hong turned her head to glance at him, speaking lazily, "The jade ring... that belongs to Gazi!"

"You damn refugee!" Feng Jun smacked her with a "pa" that sounded quite solid. "You go on sleeping; I’ve got serious business to handle."

"Big sis here is the serious business," Sister Hong reached over to hug him, twisted her waist, and flipped him right over. "I listened to you two toss around all night—I drank five bottles of mineral water... I might as well let this refugee do it once, so I don’t carry that bad rep for nothing!"

So when Feng Jun actually got out of bed, it was an hour and a half later. Then he took the initiative to contact Beauty Lin. "Got my hands on some more goods, mostly military gear this time. Point me to a spot, yeah?"

"Military gear?" Beauty Lin perked right up as soon as she heard that. "How big a warehouse do you need? Within three kilometers of the Cultural Town, I’ll definitely find you a suitable place!"

Because of that one sentence, her leaders later chewed her out for a full two hours—yeah, we’ve bought up a lot of the land around here, but the way you talk... that’s called leaking state secrets!

Turned out, within three kilometers, there really wasn’t a place big enough—just that one wrecked Assault Ship had a diameter of two hundred seventy or eighty meters. What kind of normal base could fit that?

In the end, they found a suitable place in Peach Blossom Valley, thirty kilometers away. After circling around and around, they ended up right back where they had started.

There was a mothballed air force base there, with massive hangars big enough to park a Disc-shaped Warship.

This time there were a lot more technical items involved, so Feng Jun didn’t let anyone else handle it and took care of it himself, with Beauty Lin accompanying him.

It was Beauty Lin’s first time going along with him to deal with this kind of problem. She had pretty high expectations for the trip, but when she saw the wrecked Assault Ship, she still couldn’t help exclaiming, "Is this... a Space Battleship?"

"This is a relatively small one," Feng Jun replied in a low voice. "There are larger ones too, but it’s not convenient to get those for now."

Beauty Lin was already so excited she didn’t know which way was up. She took a few steps forward, then forcibly held herself back, pulled out her Mobile Phone, and waved it. "Can I make a call and get some people over?"

Feng Jun spread his hands helplessly, his face changing at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning into the looks of a fresh-faced pretty boy. "If I say no, I’ll probably still end up in trouble. Just don’t bring more than three people."

"Make it five," Beauty Lin pushed hard for it. "After all, people have their own specialties... I promise they’re all reliable."

Isn’t that just bullshit? Feng Jun waved his hand casually. "Fine, five. That’s already me doing you a favor. Make good use of it."

While Beauty Lin was on the phone, he went into another hangar and released the Fire Support Ship, and along with it, Space Mech Armor and other weapons.

All these smaller weapons had been picked out by Yi Jue, and most of them were still in perfect condition.

Beauty Lin made her call while following him around, and by the end her eyes were about to pop out of her head. She rushed through the important points in just a few words and didn’t even have time to hang up. "What’s that smaller ship?"

Feng Jun didn’t care whether she hung up or not. "That’s a Fire Support Ship, similar to our tanks... not big, but it packs a massive punch."

Beauty Lin pointed again. "And that? Is that a Mecha?"

"That’s a land-use Mecha, capable of short bursts of flight. This one’s an Assault Mech, with relatively strong hovering capability. This one’s a Space Attack Mech, used for ship-to-ship strikes. This is a Space Combat Mech, mainly for dogfights. And this is a Space Comprehensive Combat Mech..."

Feng Jun wasn’t just making it up; his head was full of this kind of knowledge. He was just translating the terminology into something more Earth Realm–friendly.

Beauty Lin was so excited she could hardly stand it. She pulled out a camera. "Do me a favor and slow down a bit. Can I record video?"

"No video," Feng Jun waved his hand and spoke in a deep voice. "Audio only, at most."

He didn’t explain the reason, but Beauty Lin didn’t dare ask either. She could only obediently put away the camera. "How about this, they’re almost here anyway—why don’t we wait until they arrive and you tell everyone together?"

"Sure, but no video recording," Feng Jun nodded. This face wasn’t his real one, so strictly speaking recording wouldn’t matter, but he insisted on the rule anyway, to sound out the other side’s attitude.

Before long the five people arrived, men and women both, some elderly, some middle-aged.

A slightly chubby middle-aged man nodded at Beauty Lin and spoke with a smile, "Director Lin, let me introduce..."

"No need to introduce," Feng Jun cut him off directly. "Let’s all stay strangers to each other—just get the business done."

The middle-aged man froze for a moment, then looked to Beauty Lin. "And this is..."

He had seen Feng Jun’s file, and even from discreet long-distance observation he knew what Feng Jun was wearing today. Now, suddenly seeing a stranger in the exact same style of clothes, it was hard for his imagination not to run wild.

"Yes, that’s him," Beauty Lin answered crisply before he could finish. "Now you all listen to him. He talks. No video recording!"

The five of them fell silent together. In fact, they all had plenty of experience with confidentiality requirements and didn’t find this situation strange.

It was still that middle‑aged man who reached into his clothes and took out a voice recorder, giving it a little shake: no video—is audio okay?

Beauty Lin made a permissive gesture. Seeing this, two of the other four also took out recording devices.

Strictly speaking, there actually wasn’t much worth recording. Everything Feng Jun introduced was far beyond Earth Realm’s existing technology. Some things they had heard of, some they hadn’t, but in any case each was enough to leave an extremely deep impression.

But his introductions were only a few sentences apiece. For products that already had a concept on Earth, he sometimes just read the name and that was it.

This behavior made the five of them a bit depressed. Halfway through the rundown, a white‑haired old man couldn’t take it anymore and interrupted him. "Please wait a moment, do you not have slightly more detailed parameters?"

"I’m a liberal‑arts monk," Feng Jun replied in a deep voice. "I’m only responsible for a general explanation. As for specific parameters and the like—I don’t understand them, and they’re not my purview."

The old man was almost at the end of his patience. "Whether you’re a liberal‑arts monk or not isn’t the point. May I ask, can you switch to someone who actually understands this to give the talk?"

Before Feng Jun could speak, the middle‑aged man cut in. "Professor X, there’s no one who understands this. He is already the one who knows the most."

The old man blinked and looked at Feng Jun thoughtfully. After silently pondering for over ten seconds, he gave a slight nod. "So that’s how it is. I was being presumptuous. Sir, please continue."

It took roughly ten minutes for Feng Jun to finish the basic introduction, including the time everyone spent examining the items. "That’s basically it. As for digging deeper, that’s on you."

Just then the middle‑aged man had finished whispering with Beauty Lin. She seized the chance to speak up proactively. "In that case, could you leave a bit later? There might be some unimportant questions you could still answer."

"I’ll give it a try," Feng Jun said. He’d already extended such a big favor and didn’t want it to go to waste. "But my time is tight. I can give you at most two hours. Let me repeat...I can’t guarantee my answers are correct."

A relatively young man spoke in a low voice. "That’s fine. Any answer is better than no answer. Sorry for troubling you... I’d like to know, this Brainwave Protection Band—what is it mainly meant to guard against?"

Such a minor question? Everyone was taken aback for a second, but they quickly realized: he’s starting with a small question to test the waters.

Yet Feng Jun’s answer still caught them off guard. He pondered for a moment, then said, "Various cosmic rays, I suppose... maybe also consciousness waves. There are all kinds of weird existences in the universe. A design like this definitely has its reasons."

So there really are other intelligent species? the five of them muttered inwardly. In fact, anyone, just from seeing this series of black‑tech products, could conclude that this was genuine Alien technology.

Aliens existing wasn’t surprising. What shocked everyone was that Aliens actually had other intelligent adversaries.

What they most wanted to ask about was actually information on the Aliens themselves. But they had come in the capacity of experts, and it wasn’t appropriate to ask things outside their professional domain.

Yet if they truly didn’t ask, it made them itch all over. So the white‑haired old man glanced at the middle‑aged man, exchanged a look, and the two of them turned and walked out.

Once they had gone roughly two hundred meters, the old man lowered his voice and asked, "Is it appropriate to ask about the source of the equipment?"

"That’s not convenient," the middle‑aged man shook his head. "We already promised not to ask about its origins. However..."

A sly glint flashed in his eyes. "As researchers, if you probe a bit about the developer’s information, I think that’s still acceptable... Anyway, when it comes to this kind of thing, it’s better for you to probe than for us to probe."

The old man was taken aback, then asked suspiciously, "We can only probe?"

The middle‑aged man knew exactly what he wanted to ask and nodded very straightforwardly. "That’s right—only probing! And mind your attitude."

(Updated to here, summoning monthly tickets.)