Rebirth of the Star God Agent

Chapter 182 Jerry Bradley's Submission, the Mysterious Man's Ultimate Goal

"Sir, Xu Yanqing has been forced into a corner. He will definitely take out the 'Spirit Beast Contract' and the encrypted data of the STAB core in exchange for us..."

The young man said disdainfully, "Jerry, you have to understand one thing. The Blue Star people immigrated from ancient Earth, and the Federation is led by an ancient Eastern nation. Their cohesion and strength are not as mediocre as you see. They are the future of the galaxy..."

Jerry Bradley was stunned.

This person sees the Federation as the future of the galaxy? What about their own planet, Red? So, after all this planning, he still hasn't gained the attention of the people before him?

Jerry Bradley didn't want to give up. This was about the future of Red Star, and he wouldn't give up easily. He had to keep fighting.

Bradley's servility was exactly what the young man wanted to see. He had big plans and certainly wouldn't give up a useful and obedient pawn like Bradley.

But for now, he had to keep Bradley hanging and make him obey him obediently.

"Sir, Red Star will also follow your request and work hard to achieve what you want..."

The young man smiled faintly, "Jerry, hard work doesn't guarantee results. People with talent can achieve 100% results with hard work. People without talent can only achieve 60% results no matter how hard they work."

The young man paused. "Jerry, you have to admit it. A nation that excels at creation will make its civilization more brilliant and last longer. If a planet's civilization stagnates for a long time, or even refuses to make progress, and only knows how to steal the wisdom of others, then the ending will not be good. After all, with such strength, it is only suitable to be a thief..."

He smiled softly and looked at Jerry Bradley.

"Jerry, such a consequence will only make people who love history sneer."

Jerry Bradley's face was dark, but not because of his hostility towards the Federation.

"Sir, we can gather the Blue Star Federation and bring it under our command, and let your most loyal Red Star manage them. Only then can you roam the star sea with greater peace of mind."

Bradley seemed to have found his place, fighting tooth and nail for Red Star.

"Sir, your goals are so ambitious, so you naturally need the most loyal people to take care of your household affairs..."

The young man smiled.

His goal had been achieved. Jerry Bradley, an ambitious man, wanted to use his methods to make Red Planet the top of the starry sky.

And he indeed lacks loyal minions.

The young man smiled. "I see, Jerry."

He stood up.

"Now, I want to rest for a while."

Jerry Bradley's face was filled with relief, and he finally showed a look of joy.

He walked to the office door and respectfully opened it for the young man. "Sir, please follow me to the 99th floor. There, the best room has been prepared for you."

The young man leisurely walked out of the Marshal's office and, led by Jerry Bradley eagerly, arrived at the top floor of the Tuttle Building.

The 99th floor once belonged only to Patrick Austin, the King of Red Star.

The 99th floor boasts a vast expanse of space, and unlike the 98th floor, the 99th floor has a larger office area. Because Austin once built a luxurious palace outside, he spent most of his time on the 99th floor simply working.

However, although the living area on the 99th floor is not as large as the office area, it is still absolutely luxurious. Everything is arranged according to the preferences of young men.

After entering the living area on the 99th floor, the young man asked Jerry Bradley to leave.

He looked around the luxurious environment and sneered disdainfully.

False extravagance, a pile of useless material possessions. If this was all he pursued, his long life would have been utterly boring, and his continued existence would have been meaningless...

The young man walked to the huge picture window and sat on the luxurious leather retro sofa.

The unique wristband on his wrist is his personal optical computer terminal that he developed for fun.

He turned on his light brain and contacted the three men who remained on the starship.

Three men appeared in the picture at the same time, all waiting for news from the young man.

The young man smiled and said, "Yongchang, take Yongde and Yongming on the starship and wait for my news."

The quietest man nodded.

The red-haired young man couldn't help but say, "Boss, you're alone in Tuttle..."

The middle-aged man Yongde interrupted him, "Yongming, following the boss, the first rule is obedience."

The red-haired man, Yongming, curled his lips in dissatisfaction, but said nothing more.

The young black-haired man raised his lips and said, "Just wait for my news on the starship. Jerry Bradley is like a large dog vying for attention right now. He has no ability to hurt me."

The middle-aged man bowed respectfully to the black-haired young man, "The ancestors are right. It is because of us, the useless descendants, that the ancestors have to come forward in person."

The young black-haired man smiled strangely and waved his hand.

"Okay, I want to rest." After saying that, he cut off communication with the three people.

The young man raised his chin slightly and looked at Red Star under the Tuttle Building with contempt.

"Huh. As boring as an ant indeed..."

The young man stood up boredly and walked towards the only bed in the room.

The bed is soft and the light-colored curtains are layered and flowing.

The young man pulled back the quilt and lay flat on the bed. Soon he fell into a deep sleep.

The moment he fell into deep sleep, his skin and hair underwent strange changes.

His smooth, firm skin rapidly aged and wrinkled. His muscles atrophied and shrank. His hair, once thick and black, quickly faded and fell out, becoming thin and gray.

His breathing became long and shallow. If you didn't look closely, you would think he was just an old corpse.

It looks scary and terrifying.

No one could tell that he was still a young man with black hair just a few minutes ago.

Jerry Bradley had no idea what the 'Mr' he was talking about looked like now. Even his three subordinates on the starship had never known that he looked like this.

Time passes silently.

The 'mummy' just lay there, sleeping for about ten hours.

His skin and muscles gradually recovered, becoming fuller and thicker. His lost black hair gradually disappeared, new black hair grew out, and his sparse gray hair gradually turned back to black.

His breathing had returned to normal, though still a little weak. But compared to his previous state, he was more like a "living person".

Nearly two hours later, he slowly opened his eyes.

But his pupils were completely black, without a trace of white. The dark black was like two black holes, making it difficult to look directly at them.

His eyeballs did not move, but his eyelids blinked twice gently.

As he blinked, his eyeballs returned to their normal black pupils, with clear black and white.

The young man sat up and took two deep breaths, his mouth still showing that strange smile.

He murmured in a voice that only he could hear, "Ah... I can't put it off any longer... Heaven will discover me sooner or later..."

After a while, he started laughing, and his laughter was particularly neurotic.

"It doesn't matter. It will be soon... I will be able to obtain the Qi family's inheritance soon... It will be soon..."