Chapter 29 2/2

Looking outward, a battleship, almost the same size as the white flames, glided low in the sky like a hawk, using ground brakes resembling talons, and stopped 200 meters away from the white flames.

The doors of the battleship opened, and the top Alpha of the Zulu Star descended, lifting a bundle of star thieves with one hand. A compartment popped out from the side of the battleship, and with a thud, two star thieves were thrown in, and the door closed.

After finishing the business, Lu Jing turned to Bai Yan.

Cen Lang: “General, please come over for a moment.”

Jiang Li:

As Lu Jing approached, Jiang Li saw the renowned Zulu Star General for the first time. Stern and solemn, not given to laughter, he exuded a sense of wilderness solitude that was awe-inspiring.

Jiang Li didn’t wait for Cen Lang to communicate everything; he took the initiative: “General, hello, I am a graduate student in the Medical Department of the Third Military Academy, researching a tumor drug and needing some top-notch Alpha pheromones as a carrier.”

Jiang Li explained the purpose seriously, while Lu Jing’s gaze remained cold and indifferent on his face for a few seconds, unclear if he had absorbed the information.

Cen Lang smiled; he had already emphasized the key points to Jiang Li, yet Dr. Jiang still explained methodically.

Having reached the position of a general, Lu Jing, who had spent years on Zulu Star, was somewhat indifferent to external affairs and had a somewhat cold-blooded nature. The path of inviting him to contribute to medicine wouldn’t work; they had to strike the right chord.

Cen Lang, unable to bear seeing his beloved being rejected, raised his eyebrows: “General Lu, don’t you know? The prospect of the tumor drug is vast; even the Jiang family has invested a billion.”

Like a meteor crashing into a spacecraft, a single sentence opened up a huge gap. Lu Jing seemed as if he hadn’t spoken for a long time, his voice slightly hoarse: “Prospect?”

Cen Lang: “Dr. Jiang, explain to him.”

Jiang Li: “There’s a chance of developing tumors with prolonged use of suppressants. Current treatment methods can only suppress and delay; they can’t fundamentally restore the gland’s function.”

Lu Jing stared at Cen Lang fixedly; he wanted to hear something else.

Cen Lang: “Don’t you know who’s abusing them?”

Lu Jing’s expression became unpleasant, and a deep pain appeared in his eyes. “How is he?”

Cen Lang: “Draw some blood first.”

Lu Jing didn’t say a word. He rolled up the sleeve of his combat suit and said, “Draw.”

Jiang Li had to disinfect General Lu, discovering a burn scar on his wrist, likely a skin graft. “Please switch hands.”

Lu Jing extended his left hand, and Jiang Li noticed scars on that hand too.

After drawing blood and storing it in Bai Yan’s blood storage room, Jiang Li couldn’t help but glance back at Cen Lang. Wars leave scars, but Cen Lang seemed to have a few on him. No, Cen Lang’s luck wasn’t good either; Jiang Li had seen him spit blood in the underground city due to a storm syndrome.

Jiang Li faintly heard Cen Lang saying, “I can’t die, occasionally staying in a convalescent home,” and when he looked again, General Lu had returned to the opposite battleship.

“Dr. Jiang.”

“You’ll go with him later. I guarantee he’ll do everything he can to protect your safety. If he asks for the stars, don’t even give him the moon.”

Jiang Li was curious: “How do you know about General Lu’s relationship with Mr. Jiang?”

A high-ranking general like Lu Jing didn’t casually disclose information about Jiang Wanlan, indicating that no one knew about their past. Cen Lang often went on missions, so how did the gossip circles get so much information?

Cen Lang furrowed his brow, recalling: “In a decisive battle eight years ago, Lu Jing’s vanguard battleship was surrounded by six battleships from the Ameis Federation and crashed on a plantation star.”

When he went to rescue, the vanguard battleship was in flames, the cockpit was destroyed, and Lu Jing’s hands were injured. He was unconscious in the distance. “Fingers were all broken, holding a photo of Jiang Wanlan.”

Thanks to extended lifespans, there was almost no difference in appearance between someone at twenty and forty. Cen Lang naturally recognized it as Jiang Wanlan.

Tortured by pheromone storms, Cen Lang had a heart of iron and was hard to empathize with others. However, this scene still touched him. In the midst of missiles roaring, he helped Lu Jing collect the missing fingers and bring them back to reconnect.

In this battle, Lu Jing, without any background, was promoted to the rank of general.

You see, doubling the lifespan means the ruler’s time in power multiplies many times, and family influence and wealth expand rapidly. For an ordinary person to be promoted from lieutenant general to general, it is difficult.

Jiang Li: You saved him, but why does it seem like you don’t even consider him a friend?”

Cen Lang truthfully said, “Because I ordered him to distract six enemy battleships; rescue is the guarantee I owed him.”

Lu Jing had ambitions for promotion, matched by his ability and fearless courage, so he took on the most challenging and meritorious tasks. He dared to take them, and Cen Lang dared to give them.

Cen Lang picked up Jiang Li’s package, like sending a child off to college. It wasn’t enough to just send him to the school gate; he had to go into the dormitory building and make the bed.

“He has water here; you go take a shower. I’ll stay here and watch over you.”

Jiang Li looked at Cen Lang. The last time Meng Ru acted as his driver and toured the space base, Cen Lang promised not to let other generals serve as his drivers.

Was this considered breaking a promise?

After checking the water pressure for him, Cen Lang felt a bit stuffy: “What are you standing there for? No longer obsessed with cleanliness?”

Jiang Li: “You can leave.”

Lu Jing didn’t accompany the two inside, even though it was his battleship. When Cen Lang came out, he asked, “Done saying goodbye?”

Cen Lang: “Not yet; I’m waiting for him to finish his shower.”

Lu Jing: “…”

“Is Jiang Li still a student? Is he related to the Jiang family?”

“No.”

Lu Jing remained silent for a moment, offering some advice: “Establish a career first, then start a family.”

Cen Lang: “My family has no such prejudices. Besides, isn’t Dr. Jiang excellent? Jiang Wanlan spent a fortune…”

Lu Jing: “…”

Cen Lang solemnly stated, “He is the person I like. Please take care of him.”

Lu Jing nodded, although he felt Jiang Fu might not be willing to go with him.

Cen Lang thought for a moment. Although Jiang Li had a cold personality, he was fundamentally gentle. It would be difficult for him to spend three days with the silent and reserved Lu Jing.

“Otherwise, you can take him to the old devil.”

Lu Jing: “Was  he a driver?

Cen Lang: “He can discuss the tumor drug with the old devil.”

Lu Jing: “Fine.”

When Jiang Li heard that the destination had changed to go to the old devil, his eyes brightened. Suddenly, he didn’t care about Cen Lang’s broken promise. Cen Lang took Jiang Li’s dirty clothes and said in a low voice, “Save these clothes for the next wash on my battleship.”

Jiang Li: “Okay.”

Cen Lang: “You must eat well.”

Jiang Li: “Hmm.”

Cen Lang really had nothing else to instruct, so he could only say with a heavy heart, “Go get some sleep.” He was a bit jealous of the old devil.