Fang Senyan, having landed a solid punch, paused without taking further action, standing thoughtfully before the brooding young man seated there, his body angled slightly.

His fist, a mangled mess of flesh and blood, hovered mere centimeters—perhaps less than thirty—from the nose of the expressionless youth occupying the chair.

A sickening mixture of blood and tissue dripped from the glove, each drop coalescing on the tabletop. The stench of iron was so potent, the scene so gruesome, that even a rookie who had never seen a battlefield would likely heave and vomit uncontrollably.

Yet, to Fang Senyan's surprise, the brooding youth did not lose composure. He merely tilted his head up to meet Fang Senyan's gaze, appearing to pull his coat tighter in a subtle shiver. The blue Dugong leather garment rippled with a sudden sheen, lending him an even more captivating and dazzling aura.

Seeing the youth's profound stillness, stripped entirely of his earlier arrogance, Fang Senyan immediately made up his mind and said coolly:

"What is your name."

The brooding youth sighed, murmuring low, "Yano Fabien Monson-Luci... Why... did this low-probability event land on me?"

Fang Senyan waited patiently for the answer, then reached out, seized the youth's neck, and snapped it with a gentle twist! For Fang Senyan, despite this man's temporary lapse into haughty self-indulgence, suggesting the bearing of a future tyrant, he had to be killed, could not be spared!

After the killing, Fang Senyan casually stripped off the blue Dugong leather coat and tossed it to Old Charlie to wear, naturally employing spatial camouflage adjustments. He also tucked the specialized mecha suit into the team space before walking about ten meters down the corridor. Suddenly, he reached out and yanked someone from the pile of corpses.

This person was none other than the black market boss, Crippled Wolf. Already disabled, crawling on the ground to deliver goods—which was essentially slithering forward—he had inadvertently survived the chaos. This scoundrel was cunning; he held his breath, intending to feign death, but he could not escape Fang Senyan's powerful, mercury-like perception. He was instantly dragged out.

Crippled Wolf’s face was the color of ash. Just as he was about to speak, an uproar erupted outside—the same group who had attended the auction had returned, all unison in loudly cursing Crippled Wolf for his malice.

It turned out that Crippled Wolf ran this black market relying on the influence of Admiral Yano of the Andromeda Galaxy. Having carelessly offended this direct descendant of the Yano family, who was inspecting incognito, Crippled Wolf knew his life hung by a thread. Naturally, he sought scapegoats, and the more the better!

Thus, when he saw the crowd fleeing, he had secretly triggered the emergency lockdown, trapping everyone inside! That way, if there was any celestial wrath, everyone would share the burden. Moreover, Crippled Wolf had set this trap as a precaution against Fang Senyan’s group escaping.

Unexpectedly, this contingency plan served to perfectly facilitate Fang Senyan’s goals!

Fang Senyan had actually been worried about the logistics of dealing with the escapees who had seen Old Charlie later on. Now, seeing them all trapped like turtles in a jar, he immediately unleashed a massacre! He slaughtered every moving target clean. These people had habitually preyed on the weak in the North District, repeatedly humiliating Old Charlie’s family. Charlie felt no burden in eliminating them.

Next, Fang Senyan brutally interrogated Crippled Wolf to extract the location of the black market’s surveillance systems, then proceeded to eliminate all witnesses along the way. Finally, he destroyed the recorded footage, shattering everything from the software to the hardware, from the large drives to the smallest components, reducing it to utter ruin.

Finally, Ramtas summoned the second-tier Carrion Vine (that creature summoned by the Druid in Diablo), which disposed of the evidence, consuming every last corpse.

This location, being a black market, was inherently clandestine, not a place for just anyone to frequent. Furthermore, the goods traded here—like the previously mentioned "virgins of three races"—were strictly contraband, punishable by life imprisonment or death if exposed. Therefore, once one left the structure, the exits were myriad, sparsely traveled, and with the trio's exceptional skills—a casual display of Spider-Man acrobatics was all it took to vanish without a trace.

Fang Senyan then intended to visit Old Charlie’s family. To his surprise, their circumstances were far better than anticipated! They had completely clawed their way out of the absolute bottom rungs of society: prostitutes, beggars, and thieves.

Old Charlie's three surviving descendants—two sons and a daughter—now formed the core of a fourteen-person extended family, crammed into a single room under forty square meters. The living conditions were truly dire, yet their lives had significantly improved because they now held legitimate professions: wholesale vegetables.

On Space Station Alps VII, space was worth more than gold; dedicating land to growing vegetables was an extravagance comparable to establishing a farm in the middle of Central, Hong Kong.

But the residents still needed vegetables. The solution? Transport them from elsewhere. This "elsewhere" was not a planet hundreds or thousands of light-years away suitable for human life, but rather an independent farm established on the nearest solid planet orbiting Space Station Alps VII, with the produce shipped in for sale.

Consequently, transportation costs accounted for over half the price of growing vegetables; thus, the guiding principle was simple: transport the maximum volume of vegetables using the minimum space. Therefore, 99% of the vegetables shipped in were pre-dried and dehydrated.

However, current preservation technology was remarkable. These dehydrated vegetables, after a series of treatments by middlemen—such as initial soaking and the application of rehydration agents and restoration serums—could revert to a state nearly indistinguishable from freshly picked produce. While they couldn't retain peak freshness, restoring seven to eight-tenths of their original quality was easily achievable.

Old Charlie’s family had secured a pipeline: acquiring dried, dehydrated vegetables directly from transport vessels, processing them at home to restore them to fresh produce, and then reselling for the margin.

As a result, the family was self-sufficient, having escaped their previous state of squalor and destitution. At the very least, they were earning their keep, no longer relying on handouts and humiliation for survival.

Fang Senyan was inclined to offer further assistance, but Old Charlie observed the scene silently for a moment, then offered a bitter smile, declining the master’s good intentions. He knew the capabilities of his descendants; living a peaceful life selling vegetables was happiness enough. Giving them anything substantial, like a few Thorium element particles, might very well bring about their entire family's ruin... Following this, Old Charlie had no intention of meeting his relatives or weeping for a reunion. Seeing them well-off relieved his final worries. As the hour was still early, Fang Senyan returned to the hotel where they had first departed, and shortly after, he saw Acher rushing in.

Acher was currently riding high, evidently a favored aide under Mongo, yet he showed profound respect upon seeing Fang Senyan, devoid of any arrogance. Fang Senyan recognized that this man was likely trustworthy, so he stated his purpose straightforwardly.

Acher now had access to some internal Imperial secrets. After hearing Fang Senyan's request, he pondered for a moment:

"Sir, the region you wish to visit is in the Southeast War Zone. Traveling via a wormhole jump would not take long—perhaps only a dozen hours. However, one of the wormholes involved is classified as a military exclusion zone, designated solely for transporting combat munitions to the front lines. Thus, if you intend to use it, you will need higher authorization approval."

"Furthermore, there is another issue: entering the area where our territories overlap and erode risks exposure to temporal turbulence. Imperial technology currently lacks any craft capable of resisting such spacetime distortions."

Fang Senyan nodded: "You need not worry about the second issue. Since my Noah's Space facilitated my entry via this route, it must also ensure my passage through the turbulence; it won't send me to my death needlessly. What I require is the sturdiest, fastest vessel available, with no consideration for the physical strain on the occupants."

Acher agreed: "That is manageable; I will prepare it immediately. However, regarding the wormhole passage, I lack the authority to make that decision; my clearance is insufficient."

Fang Senyan smiled: "Understood. I will speak to Mongo about that."

Acher hesitated slightly: "Sir, there is something I am unsure whether to mention. It seems there has been an issue with the Bloody Major armor you custom-ordered. I don't know the precise details, but General Mongo certainly knows the full story. You absolutely must remember to inquire about this matter, or you might suffer a loss."

Fang Senyan’s expression darkened instantly. After a moment of silence, he nodded: "I see. Thank you for the reminder. By the way, what is Mongo occupied with?"

Acher picked up the cup beside him and took a sip, offering a wry smile: "That requires some background."

It turned out that Mongo and Major Fei Ji were both originally subordinates of Admiral Yano in the Andromeda War Zone. Their prior history of conflict was well-known. Consequently, after the recent turbulence, Mongo managed to align himself with the royal line of Prince Pompalloo.

Moreover, Mongo was an ambitious man; he skillfully played both sides, leveraging the two major factions to secure the position of Commander of Alps VII Base. However, neither the Royal Family nor the regional Warlords, from whom he had gained significant advantages, could tolerate this balancing act.

Thus, both sides sent key envoys to force Mongo to declare allegiance. The individual currently meeting with Mongo was Admiral Yano’s representative, and the representative for Prince Pompalloo was scheduled to arrive within the hour. Under such pressure, Mongo was naturally overwhelmed and had no time to meet with Fang Senyan.