Chapter 849: Chapter 622: You Want Me to Kneel? Under the gaze of a massive virtual projection. The red giant [Taigu] is tall, but compared to the colossal warship over eight hundred meters long, it is as insignificant as an ant. What do you want to say? The seemingly fair question, when spoken by that shadow, sounded more like an act of charity. The meaning was worlds apart. The girl in the cockpit of the red mecha involuntarily looked at Mu Fan beside her upon hearing these words. The spacious cockpit of Taigu is designed with dual rows. Nuonuo doesn’t know what Dr. Aubrey from the Meteorite Base was thinking, but now she feels it’s absolutely perfect. Because from her angle, she has a clear view of Mu Fan’s profile. That profile, exuding determination and confidence. Upon hearing the other’s words and seeing the shadow in the sky. Mu Fan looked down at the control panel, surprising the girl as he flicked a lever switch in the upper left corner. With a hum, the mech Taigu raised its gaze, beams of light streaming from its eyes, beginning to sketch lines at a certain point in the sky. Then in Nuonuo’s view, on the light screen in front of her, there appeared a clear half-body image of Mu Fan amid the previously solitary projection in the sky… The figure of a young man resting his chin on his hands, serene and solemn, making one almost instinctively overlook his excessively young age. At this moment, Mu Fan quietly observed the front, confronting the cold figure in the sky. Despite the mocking and provoking tone, Mu Fan showed no sign of anger. He spoke plainly, as if discussing what’s for dinner tonight, casual as drinking water. “What I want to say? Why don’t you ask him then.” New ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄhapters are published on NoveIＦire.net The unperturbed demeanor took everyone by surprise, including Gale’s Tiger. A flicker appeared in the indifferent man’s eyes, but it only showed slight surprise, not enough to really move him. So his current expression was just as if looking at a slightly larger ant. Nigel Gale, standing with head bowed, dared not speak. He had not disclosed the cause of this incident to Sebu Gale, and was now nervous at Mu Fan’s mention of it, fearing the questions his brother might ask about the origins. “Ask him? There’s no need.” Engaged in inner turmoil, Nigel looked up in shock and delight at his brother. With identical movements, both figures shifted, and in the sky, Sebu Gale shook his head, extending his left hand to observe the lines on the back of it quietly, saying, “He is my brother, a member of the Gale family. So, whatever he does, whether good or bad, is right.” Speaking as if done appreciating his elegant hand, he casually looked up and shrugged, “What’s the point in asking him?” These words made Nigel, confused and anxious, have red-rimmed eyes. This domineering statement directly shouldered all the responsibilities from him. Beside him, Sun Ruo, almost unable to breathe from heartache, still glanced enviously at Nigel. A truly great brother. “Oh, is that so? Then what do you want me to say?” Mu Fan, his eyes hidden beneath the shadows of his bangs, emitted an indescribable aura, according to Nuonuo. “For example, if I beg for forgiveness on my knees, will you forgive me?” No longer watching his hand and the lines on his fingers, Sebu Gale looked up at Mu Fan with a touch of sarcasm on his face. “Will you forgive?” Mu Fan, his head still lowered, with eyes veiled in shadows, rested his chin on his hands as if on a sturdy metallic stand. A trace of cruelty flashed in Sebu Gale’s eyes, as he considered this officer’s boastful words ludicrous beyond measure. He had no interest in wasting words with such a low-level opponent, who tried to project momentum and mystery but ended up ridiculous. Mu Fan’s lowered head let out a light chuckle, the sound echoing through the Star Ring: “If it’s like that, then I naturally won’t forgive, so… Nigel Gale hiding in the back, come out like a man, then…” Mu Fan’s calm gaze lifted, focusing on the upper left corner of the virtual projection, where Nigel’s half-hidden face unexpectedly appeared. Nigel, utterly frightened by the words, dared not respond, instinctively shrinking behind his brother. Compared to Gale’s Tiger, he feared Gale’s Tiger but dreaded Mu Fan more. Because the former would not kill him, while the latter might do so without hesitation. “Truly ignorant of the danger, looking at you now, I should first break your knees so you would learn to kneel and speak to me.” “Under the fire of the Black Dragon Cannon, I’m eager to see how long your knees can hold up.” Sebu Gale’s gaze turned icy cold as he extended his hand toward the void, conjuring a single textured light screen, his palm twisting gently. To the naked eye, the Black Dragon’s bow’s two subordinate cannons began to charge, spreading a sense of danger across the warship. At this moment, a large fleet marked as [Sun Clan], fashionably late, arrived at the Black Dragon Fleet’s rear. Mu Fan, who observed everything, showed a nonchalant, eerie smile on his face. His right hand rose lightly, slicing the air, causing his half-body hologram to shrink, replaced by a broader perspective. Thus, the sweet-looking girl with enchanting eyes sitting beside him was revealed to everyone. Unhurriedly, Mu Fan said, “The mighty Red Fire Group, scheming and plotting against a girl, simply because she isn’t a citizen of Planet Barnard, thus comfortably seizing her hard-earned creations.” “To do such things openly and proudly; the Gale family surely is a family that makes me lose interest due to my sheer disdain.” “Mr. Nigel, no matter where you are today, I will drag you out and let the entire star system witness your fate.” Sebu Gale’s left hand, still subtly adjusting the auxiliary cannons’ output power and firing angle, cast a sidelong glance at Nuonuo’s image upon hearing Mu Fan’s words, sarcastically commented: “Calling you superior is truly overestimating you. A woman, tsk.” Suddenly, his rotating left palm stalled, then snapped sharply downward. The two precisely aligned auxiliary cannons abruptly halted. Then a bright blue particle stream shot directly towards Mu Fan’s location driving [Taigu]. Yet Mu Fan, at this moment, piloted [Taigu] to perform a preemptive aerial flip, the mighty mech lunging headfirst into the sky. The massive engines roared thunderously, suspending it in mid-air. The particle stream grazed the mech’s head, trailing a long path, eventually vanishing into the cosmos. Even while inverted, Mu Fan looked toward the Black Dragon, offering a faint smile, though his eyes gradually turned blood-red as he spoke: “Impatient, are we? Mr. Sebu.” “You know, there are three things more important than my heart; though I cannot see them, they exist within me.” “Because of them, I can stand tall, moving straight ahead despite any unsteady steps.” “If I kneel before you, they would be severed at the waist.” “I value them more than a beating heart.” “As for what they are?” “My dignity, my pride, and…” “You want me to kneel? …Haha.”