Chapter 163: The Inspector

“Thank you, Director,” Luo Feng said quickly.

The Director himself had just spoken, stating that the true value of the Void-Drifting Shuttle was far more than thirty stars. Considering that a single drop of dragon’s blood worth 8 billion credits was only valued at one star, one could now imagine how precious the Void-Drifting Shuttle truly was. Of course… there really was no comparison!

As the saying goes, when money reaches a certain level, it becomes merely a number.

Powerful warriors like Hong and Thunder God absolutely would not part with their treasures to exchange them for currency. Such treasures could only be traded for other treasures.

“Use it well. I hope it shines brilliantly in your hands.”

“Alright, you’ve chosen so far: the Void-Drifting Shuttle at thirty stars, and the ‘Fundamentals of Psychokinetic Training’ manual at three stars, totaling thirty-three stars. Your total value of Spirit Herbs is thirty-six and a half stars, meaning you still have three and a half stars left for exchanges.” The black-haired man, Hong, pointed toward the projections of various exchangeable items on the virtual screen. “So, which will you choose?”

Luo Feng looked carefully.

Currently, he had the ‘Black God Suit’ for physical defense and the Void-Drifting Shuttle as a weapon. He even had the ‘Fundamentals of Psychokinetic Training’ for mental cultivation, so he lacked for little.

“The ‘Primordial Grade Intelligent Aircraft’ is great, but unfortunately, it’s too expensive.”

Luo Feng sighed inwardly. Any martial artist would wish for a cool flying aircraft.

“Hmm?”

Luo Feng’s gaze swept over the aircraft category and his eyes lit up—’King Grade Intelligent Aircraft’ at two stars.

That was perfect!

The price wasn’t too high, only two stars. Moreover, this King Grade Intelligent Aircraft had strong defenses and an intelligent system, far superior to ordinary flying saucer-type aircraft. Although it was only valued at ‘two stars,’ its price in currency would be astronomical. Even among the Warlords, few could afford the ‘lowest tier’ intelligent aircraft.

“Its performance.” Luo Feng carefully read the brief description next to the King Grade Intelligent Aircraft on the screen.

King Grade Intelligent Aircraft: Controlled by an intelligent system, the fuselage can withstand attacks from any Lord-class monster, with a top speed of Mach 10.6.

“Not bad,” Luo Feng nodded inwardly. Ordinary flying aircraft wouldn’t dare claim to withstand attacks from any Lord-class monster. Making such a claim meant the fuselage’s strength was close to the body defense of a King-class monster. Remember, even the ‘Heavenly King Grade’ intelligent aircraft possessed by Investigator Liu could only withstand attacks from King-class monsters.

His own was a tier weaker.

Still, it was very powerful. Its top speed could reach Mach 10.6, over ten thousand kilometers per hour. Probably even most King-class monsters couldn’t catch up to this intelligent aircraft. Most importantly, it was intelligent, so there was no need to hire a pilot—it was very convenient.

“I’ll take it—the King Grade Intelligent Aircraft,” Luo Feng said.

“Hmm.”

The black-haired man glanced at him, nodded, and said, “You’ve now exchanged for 35 stars. Do you need anything else?”

Luo Feng looked around and smiled, shaking his head. “No need. Among my twelve Spirit Herbs, the cheapest one, ‘Thousand-Year Black Crow Root,’ is only worth 1.5 stars. I’ll keep that for myself. I’ll exchange all the others.” This way, Luo Feng would be left with only the ‘Thousand-Year Black Crow Root’ Spirit Herb.

Of course, he also had the ‘Fundamentals of Psychokinetic Training,’ the Black God Suit, the Void-Drifting Shuttle, and the King Grade Intelligent Aircraft—four items in total.

Among them, the Black God Suit was obtained for free.

“Hmm.” The black-haired man, Hong, waved his hand, and both three-dimensional virtual projections vanished. The room became dim again.

“Director,” Luo Feng respectfully asked, “I’d like to ask about the Thousand-Year Black Crow Root. It says it needs to be soaked into three kilograms of medicinal wine, and one hundred grams should be consumed daily. I want to know… if it’s okay to divide this three kilograms of medicinal wine among several ordinary people. They aren’t martial artists. Should they take even smaller amounts?”

Hong, the black-haired man, looked deeply at Luo Feng before replying, “Dividing it among several people is fine. The improvement for each individual will just be slightly less. As for ordinary people, consuming one hundred grams daily is perfectly fine.”

Luo Feng was secretly delighted upon hearing this.

“Does the type of alcohol used to soak the herbs matter?” Luo Feng asked further.

“It doesn’t matter. Even soaking it in water would be fine,” the black-haired man, Hong, replied. “No need to ask more questions. The ‘Thousand-Year Black Crow Root’ delivered to you later will come with detailed usage instructions.”

Luo Feng nodded.

The entire room became quiet again. The black-haired man, Hong, scrutinized Luo Feng. Under Hong’s gaze, Luo Feng felt as if he had no secrets left, as if that gaze could pierce through one’s soul. Hong’s voice was cold: “Luo Feng, your current strength has reached the peak among Warlords. There’s no need for you to remain in the Elite Training Camp.”

“Yes,” Luo Feng nodded.

“I give you two options,” the black-haired man, Hong, said without hesitation.

Since signing the contract with Investigator Wang, one thing had been established—Luo Feng was now a member of the Limit Martial Arts Institute. Now, for job assignments, it was naturally decided by the higher-ups.

“One, stay in Hongning Base City, enter the Special Operations Unit, or you could apply to become a training camp instructor or other roles.”

“Two, be assigned to another base city to serve as an Investigator.” The black-haired man, Hong, calmly looked at Luo Feng. “Choose.”

Luo Feng was taken aback.

“Choose carefully.”

“These two choices are very important for you,” the black-haired man, Hong, said solemnly. “Staying or being assigned out are the two paths for Warlords within the Martial Arts Institute. Once you choose, it will be difficult to change later unless you break through and surpass the Warlord level to become an Investigator of our Limit Martial Arts Institute. Only then will you have the privilege.”

It was like being given two job options within a company; once chosen, it was hard to change.

“Stay or be assigned out?”

Luo Feng hesitated. Once he chose, he might be stationed in one place for a long time.

“I hope to return to Jiangnan Base City and serve as its Investigator,” Luo Feng respectfully stated.

“Jiangnan Base City?”

The black-haired man, Hong, nodded. “The current Investigator of Jiangnan Base City is not a local. According to the institute’s rules, priority is given to candidates from their hometown.” In fact, the position of Investigator was one of extremely high authority. Within the Limit Martial Arts Institute of a base city, the Investigator was the top authority!

Generally, only someone with the title of ‘High Warlord’ and great renown could qualify as an Investigator.

As for the position of President, even a Low Warlord or Mid Warlord could hold it, with the minimum strength requirement being ‘Low Warlord.’

As for the position of Manager, the minimum strength requirement was ‘High Warrior.’

From the strength requirements alone, one could see the differences in status among the three!

Take Jiangnan Base City as an example. The main hall of the Limit Martial Arts Institute had one President and three Managers, who were the visible powerhouses. However, the Investigator controlled the armed forces and truly held the authority of investigation. He could even directly dismiss a Manager and appoint a new one! Or request from headquarters to remove a President, although… the Investigator had no authority to directly remove the President.

As for the status of the Investigator…

He was personally appointed by the supreme decision-making authority. Not even an Imperial Inquisitor could remove an Investigator outright—such an action required a unanimous vote during the Council of the Round Table.

To some extent, this also showed the Investigator’s immense power, making him a regional warlord.

“To become an Investigator, your title must be at least ‘High Warlord,'” the black-haired man, Hong, said. “What you need to do now is to obtain the title of ‘High Warlord!'”

“Yes,” Luo Feng replied quickly.

In terms of combat titles, he was currently only a ‘Low Warrior,’ though his actual strength was already that of an ‘Invincible Warlord.’

“When you obtain the title of ‘High Warlord,’ you will automatically become an Investigator,” the black-haired man, Hong, said. “I hope you will go to Jiangnan Base City to assume the position.”

“Yes,” Luo Feng responded.

…

At the entrance of the Limit Martial Arts Institute’s global headquarters base—the mysterious giant spaceship building—Luo Feng walked out accompanied by a red-robed white man.

“Mr. Luo Feng,” the red-robed white man smiled. “Look over there. That intelligent aircraft is yours.”

“Oh?”

Luo Feng quickly turned his head and saw, on the nearby open ground, a deep blue triangular aircraft. The entire fuselage had elegant curves, truly a piece of art. The total length of the aircraft was about twenty meters, with a width of over ten meters. Overall, it gave a feeling of being relatively thick and sturdy.

“This intelligent aircraft is mine,” Luo Feng couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride.

In this era, what man wouldn’t want to have his own aircraft?

However, aircraft were extremely expensive, and even among Warlords, only a few could afford to buy one.

“Mr. Luo Feng, since you’ve never used this intelligent aircraft before, there will initially be a system recognition process,” the red-robed white man smiled. “Please follow me.”

They approached the aircraft.

A dreamy blue light shone down, enveloping Luo Feng. Immediately, “Hua la—” the hatch quickly opened, making only a faint sound.

“Mr. Luo Feng, only you can enter now. I cannot go in,” the red-robed white man stood beside him, his eyes unable to hide his envy. “Once inside, the system recognition will be conducted by the ‘intelligent system.’ Mr. Luo Feng, you just need to stay inside the cockpit. You’ll understand everything shortly.”

Luo Feng nodded.

He immediately stepped into the cabin. The cabin seats were very comfortable and luxurious; sitting inside such a cabin was a pleasure in itself.

“Hua la!”

The hatch closed. At the same time, many parts of the intelligent aircraft lit up, creating a very dreamlike atmosphere. Then, an electronic voice sounded: “Hello, Master. I will now demonstrate the control method of this King Grade Intelligent Aircraft to you.” As he spoke, a virtual projection appeared in front of the cockpit.

The virtual projection began showing a series of simple and easy-to-understand illustrated images.

It detailed step by step how the entire aircraft was controlled.

“Beep!”

A red beam shot toward the communication watch on Luo Feng’s left wrist, connecting with it and beginning to install the intelligent aircraft’s remote control system into the watch.

Moments later—

“It’s actually pretty simple. Everything is automated, no need to worry at all,” Luo Feng smiled.

“I’ll name you now. Let’s call you… Number One,” Luo Feng casually gave it a name.

“Yes, Master,” the electronic voice responded.

At the same time, a silver briefcase actually emerged from the bottom inside the cabin. Once it fully emerged, the opening beneath it closed again. The electronic voice continued: “This is the box left for you by the Limit Martial Arts Institute.” Luo Feng’s eyes lit up. It should be the box containing the Black God Suit, the Void-Drifting Shuttle, and the like.