Faced with the blatant and completely unreasonable provocation from the rude Major, a surge of anger rose within Fang Senyan. However, he was not the sort of person to wear his inner feelings openly on his face. He merely narrowed his eyes, offering a smile that didn't quite reach them, and said coolly, "My apologies, Major, but I don't believe you've issued a correct order."

The muscles on Major Lekley’s face twitched, almost resembling a sneer, as he bellowed, "Idiot! Who knows if you've hidden contraband in your stomach or rectum? Anything originating from your damned/ugly/polluted/filthy Earth could carry deadly pathogens, potentially sparking a rampant plague in this great city—they'll be well-nurtured inside your body!"

Fang Senyan sighed. At this point, he knew there was no need for pleasantries with this maniac who spoke with such misplaced conviction. He responded with a single, cold word: "Scram!"

Perhaps this was exactly what Major Lekley was waiting for. He whipped his arm back, drawing an electric lash from behind his "spacesuit" that emitted a terrifying hissing sound! The whip was at least as thick as a bowl, trailing long arcs of current through the air before it swung down directly towards Fang Senyan’s head.

Seeing this, Fang Senyan immediately discarded his conventional understanding of the "spacesuit."

He was already aware of how fragile future human bodies were, but compared to the speed of Major Lekley’s strike, this man possessed an agility of at least forty points. This suggested an amplification factor of ten times the base body, making him every bit the equal of a Contractor!

It was clear that the "spacesuit" was likely a future-era personal combat mecha.

Simultaneously, the two military police officers standing nearby, also clad in "miniature personal mechas," stepped forward in unison, reaching out to grab Fang Senyan’s left and right hands! They moved with seamless coordination with Major Lekley, clearly having performed this maneuver before. Though their expressions were impassive, a hint of indescribable, cruel pleasure flickered in their eyes.

Once those two military police officers seized Fang Senyan’s arms, their objective was undoubtedly malicious: to immobilize him completely, preventing any evasion, so he would solidly take the blow from the electric whip! Fang Senyan, however, let them grasp his arms without resistance. With a cold sneer, he clenched his hand, then twisted and pulled! At the same moment, the fist-shaped Nightmare Imprint on his chest flared brilliantly.

The complexions of the two military police officers, also in miniature personal mechas, changed drastically. They realized they were utterly incapable of resisting the immense force and could only stumble forward! This consequence led these two men to selflessly place themselves in front of Fang Senyan... using their own bodies as shields to absorb the brutal lash of Major Lekley’s electric whip!

With a deafening CRACK, the whip struck the two officers, sending arcs of electricity five or six meters long splashing outward. The two officers immediately began convulsing, frothing at the mouth, trembling uncontrollably on the ground in a tight ball.

The armor on their bodies continuously sparked and exploded in several places, emitting thick plumes of black smoke, clearly signaling they were on the verge of being completely scrapped.

Major Lekley, having accidentally injured his own two officers with one strike, instinctively froze. Such personal mechas, amplifying physical prowess tenfold, were incredibly expensive—and these were still prototypes. For instance, insulation hadn't even been fully addressed, and their high energy consumption demanded recharging every three hours, meaning they weren't yet fully deployed in the military; they were still trials.

Destroying two new model personal mechas in a single action... this immediately brought a host of ominous possibilities to Major Lekley's mind: subsequent confinement, investigations, interrogations, perhaps even demotion. His momentary stupor was entirely understandable.

Seizing the advantage, Fang Senyan ducked low, adopting a standard boxing stance, and swiftly closed the distance toward Major Lekley. The muscles in his arm tensed and contracted, and he hammered a devastating punch into the Major's stomach!

This punch was thrown with everything Fang Senyan had! The Nightmare Imprint on his chest instantly pulsed with a white, fist-shaped light, announcing his status as a Ripper specializing in strength.

Setting aside the other, less public motives simmering within Fang Senyan, as a heterosexual man alone, he had ample justification to teach this idiotic man—who dared to covet his backside—a lesson they wouldn't soon forget—even if his backside was undeniably sexy, it was absolutely not forgivable!

As the punch landed, an indescribably grating sound emanated from the plating of Major Lekley’s personal mecha. The entire body was then violently launched three to four meters into the air.

Here, one had to praise the quality of Imperial armor. Although Fang Senyan had exerted his full strength, the armor surface, while bearing a deep fist imprint with cracks spider-webbing outward, did not deform or shatter. It managed to protect Major Lekley’s torso quite well upon impact.

But Major Lekley’s expression immediately made clear the result: his eyes were wide open, his face turning dusky purple, and then everything blurred as an immense volume of vomit erupted violently from his mouth, thoroughly fouling the interior of his semi-transparent helmet. He then slowly collapsed onto the ground.

However, just then, a synthesized mechanical voice issued from the new model personal mecha: "User blood pressure dropping rapidly..."

"User exhibiting impaired consciousness..."

"User swallowing reflex absent..."

"User bilateral pupils dilated..."

"Meets field trauma resuscitation criteria."

"Resuscitation protocol initiated: Immediate injection of Adrenaline, Dolantin, Metoclopramide, Tranexamic Acid!"

"............"

Fang Senyan paid no mind to the three idiots lying on the ground like dead dogs. He walked directly into the entrance tunnel. Yet, after only covering five or six meters, Major Lekley struggled to his feet—the battlefield resuscitation seemed remarkably effective—and screamed hoarsely with venomous spite, "Idiot! You dare attack an Imperial Major! You are dead!"

With that, he pressed a spot on his right mecha chest panel. A red button slowly emerged, and Major Lekley immediately slammed his fist onto it. Instantly, alarms blared everywhere. Major Lekley activated his comms unit and roared into it maniacally, "Activate defense system! A spy is attempting to infiltrate Alpine Seven Base carrying biological pathogens! Eliminate him immediately, unless you wish for a terrifying bio-storm to erupt within the base!"

Fueled by the drug-induced frenzy in Major Lekley’s shouts, six laser cannons swiftly descended from the ceiling, and the floor inexplicably extruded several particle cannons and other high-end weaponry. Eighteen pieces of futuristic high-tech weaponry, operating with 360-degree coverage, locked onto Fang Senyan, charging energy and taking aim like the sinister, shadowy eyes of eighteen reapers!

Fang Senyan hadn't anticipated causing such a massive uproar, and he certainly felt the threat of death. Decisively, he grabbed the adjacent sliding metal door, exerted massive force, and ripped it free. Still connected to its power cables, he held it up as a shield before him!

But three seconds passed. Five seconds passed. Ten seconds passed....

The high-energy weapons showed no sign of firing. Major Lekley gasped for air and roared furiously, "Anbar, what the hell are you doing? Why aren't you eliminating the threat?"

A hesitant voice, Anbar's, came over the comms: "Lekley, something must be wrong. We aren't directly subordinate to the Military Tribunal's internal security; we haven't been granted the authority to fire upon an Imperial Lieutenant Colonel at will."

"What did you say?" Lekley roared in exasperation. "What ridiculous Imperial Lieutenant Colonel? Don't equate the military ranks issued carelessly by that so-called reserve militia organization with the glorious ranks of the Empire! How in the hell could this damned spy in front of me possibly hold the rank of Imperial Lieutenant Colonel?"

Anbar sighed helplessly. "Do you want me to forward the warning data sent from Central Command? Oh, and because you requested the activation of the defense system, the Colonel on duty has been alerted and is on his way."

Major Lekley immediately froze from head to toe, his spirits plummeting instantly. Though outwardly muscular, his mind was far from slow. He instantly deduced two crucial pieces of information from Anbar’s words: "First, this barbarian I provoked—or rather, officially designated as a Contractor—holds the rank of a glorious Imperial Lieutenant Colonel!! Not the worthless reserve rank!!! This means even if I escalate this to the Supreme Military Tribunal, I have zero chance of winning the case. Second, the Colonel on duty has been alerted... I pray that person coming isn't him!"

However, Murphy's Law was once again proven correct by Major Lekley’s current situation. One had to commend the operational efficiency of Alpine Seven Base; within thirty seconds, a blue-and-white painted aircraft could be seen rapidly approaching from the distance.