The psychic responsible for brainwashing should have more gentle and persuasive spiritual energy, likely being more of a charlatan than the current person...

However, this psychic Chen Ming found interesting.

After all, this was the first psychic he met whose spiritual energy purely relied on his own mental power and psychic abilities.

After Chen Ming had this thought,

a three-meter-tall humanoid gap suddenly appeared in the black mist that seemed to trap him just now.

At the moment when the psychic’s mind barely reacted, but his body didn’t have time to respond,

Chen Ming had already dashed out of the black mist, stopped in front of him, grabbed his neck with one hand, and lifted the psychic like a chick.

His fingers exerted a bit of force, compressing the carotid artery, preventing blood from flowing to the brain.

The psychic instantly fell into a shock.

Once Chen Ming released his hand, the psychic fell directly to the ground, collapsing into a heap.

Chen Ming dragged him away, found a ship on the Space Station that hadn’t taken off yet, stuffed him into the hibernation pod, intending to take him away later.

This was his third psychic captive.

Chen Ming thought he should return to Bai Quan and ask if he could directly apply for an artificial Enlightenment Nerve for experimentation instead of using contribution points to exchange for the Enlightenment Nerve.

The arrival of the psychic was just a minor episode.

After all, from his appearance to being knocked out by Chen Ming, it only took two minutes.

Chen Ming hadn’t even had the chance to have an impression of his face before he was again engaged in the chase against Zuo Jing’s agents on the Space Station.

Besides giving An Wuping extremely strong physical fitness, the Insect Queen’s technology also endowed him with terrifying perception abilities.

Perceiving heat sources, heartbeats, and many things beyond human perception.

Thus, Chen Ming could easily discover those hiding in the corners of the Space Station, the completely collapsed Zuo Jing agents.

Of course, Chen Ming didn’t kill everyone since the Space Station also had some ordinary people inside.

Although the numbers were few, with Chen Ming having wiped out half the Space Station, there were only three ordinary people.

But Chen Ming did manage to preserve their lives.

Even if all three, out of fear, picked up weapons from Zuo Jing agents’ corpses to resist, Chen Ming still didn’t kill them, merely disarming them.

He could extract the list of real Zuo Jing personnel from the Space Station’s database directly.

Who had problems and who didn’t was not a concern for him to distinguish.

Chen Ming wouldn’t wrongfully kill or miss any person.

Even with the list, Chen Ming wasn’t a hundred percent sure those three were good people.

Thus, earlier, he improvised by taking steel materials down from the walls and twisted them into shackles.

Intending to leave it for later arrivals to investigate.

As long as the investigation finds no issue, those people would naturally be released, and if there were issues, others would naturally deal with it.

Half an hour later,

Chen Ming completely swept through several areas of the Space Station.

From the one at the core - the experimental center - all the way to the innermost personnel layer of the current outer side of the Space Station, every place, without omission, all Zuo Jing agents died by his hand.

Chen Ming had now turned into a monster dyed with the blood of Zuo Jing.

But this was the blood of Zuo Jing, so Chen Ming felt no mental burden; he even felt somewhat pleased.

After confirming once more that there was no one left on the Space Station he needed to kill,

Chen Ming went to the database.

Left a message set to automatically send after the five-hour agreement with the Anti-Cult Bureau expired.

And deleted many contents related to him, leaving only traces that would give some clues to future investigators.

Then Chen Ming went to the harbor of the internal personnel layer, boarding the ship where the psychic was stored.

Preparing to do the last thing he needed to accomplish today.

However, before leaving, Chen Ming took one last look at the external personnel layer he had separated earlier.

The external personnel layer split into four separate parts after separation, each with its own life support system.

Furthermore, the number of ordinary people in each part overwhelmed the leftist agents in number.

Zuo Jing agents didn’t fear death, but with ordinary people in the majority, they indeed had the capability to resist against Zuo Jing agents.

Via the surveillance connected by remote signals, Chen Ming could see that in all four segments of the external personnel layer, ordinary people dominated.

Zuo Jing agents were basically all under control.

However, just as Chen Ming was ready to leave with peace of mind, he suddenly noticed the segment where the distress signal office had been separated.

Shi Shao of the distress signal management department was leaning in the corner of the office.

Holding a small knife against Uncle Mao’s neck.

Facing Shi Shao were the other people in the office who had also realized what was happening.

They held makeshift weapons like sticks and were in a stalemate, apparently having been in it for a while.

To Chen Ming, the lives of those others didn’t matter, but Uncle Mao, who had helped him, absolutely couldn’t die.

Chen Ming piloted the spaceship out of the Space Station, setting the ship’s autopilot system to approach the planet’s atmosphere.

Then he jumped out of the spaceship, entering cosmic space with his body.

His insectified form opened the shell and elytra on his back, revealing bio-jet ports of the same model as the Insect Queen’s biological spaceship.

With a trail of gray-green flames, he flew toward the segment of the Space Station that had drifted a distance away.

At the current distress signal management office,

Uncle Mao was clawing at Shi Shao’s arm, preventing himself from being choked unconscious.

Several blood marks adorned his neck, oozing a trickle of blood.

Sweat covered his forehead, and he seemed ready to collapse at any moment.

Among his colleagues in front of him, one person nervously attempted persuasion again: "Shi Shao, you should know what’s going on with this Space Station."

"The Space Station’s structure suddenly separated; clearly, someone is targeting Zuo Jing’s actions. If you surrender now, you might face lesser consequences when caught."

Shi Shao spat directly, cursing, "Do you think I’m an idiot? What’s the difference between being captured as Zuo Jing and being dead? I might as well take a few more down before I die."

The colleague tried persuasion once more: "But you haven’t killed Brother Mao directly yet, which shows you haven’t fully decided. You want to live, not die, but if you genuinely harm Brother Mao, you’re definitely dead."

"Shut up!"

Shi Shao’s face darkened, swinging the chopper twice in the air, his knuckles paling from gripping too hard.

Before he had time to press the chopper back against Uncle Mao’s neck,

a large dark hand covered in an exoskeleton suddenly tore through the wall behind him, grabbing his face.

With a fierce yank,

there was a sound of something bursting.

Shi Shao’s headless corpse fell directly to the ground.

His exploded head splattered blood and white matter over everyone in the room.

Especially Uncle Mao, the nearest, who, hearing the sound of the body falling behind him, stiffly turned his head.

He met Chen Ming’s gaze as Chen Ming peeked through the rip he’d made in the wall.

Staring at that fierce face and those crimson eyes, inhaling the bloodthirsty smell clinging almost tangibly to the Space Station and the stench of Shi Shao’s recent death.

No one dared make any move.

Chen Ming made no extra movements either; after confirming Uncle Mao was safe, he departed from there under the frightened gazes of the people inside.

Uncle Mao stood stunned for a few seconds, his fearful expression suddenly shifting.

Realizing something abruptly, he rushed to the crack in the wall and shouted outside, "An Wuping? Is it you?"

Chen Ming heard it but didn’t turn back, leaping into the cosmos once more.

He didn’t have time to care for people, his role was at best to rescue them, and then their fate depended on themselves.

He still needed to head to the ground.

To see what Zuo Jing’s other Spirit Beast plan was all about.

Since Zuo Jing was stirring trouble on the Space Station, actively leaking dimensional infection.

Might similar situations occur on the ground?

Although the peripherals of the underground lab, in the areas his surveillance covered, appeared normal for now.

But what occurred at the lab’s core, in areas his metal liquid couldn’t penetrate, remained a mystery.