After finishing her pole dance, Hongfa spotted An Junlie sitting beside Ziye, instinctively handing her food. A plan sparked in her mind, and she laughed, "The alien hasn't put on a show yet. How about a special performance from you folks?"

Right, they hadn't seen An Junlie perform either. Ziye chimed in, egging him on, "Alien, give us a number!"

With everyone joining in, they practically shoved An Junlie into the center of the ring. He stood there, raising his hands in a gesture for quiet, before saying, "My main profession is pilot, secondary is chef. I don't know how to sing, can't dance. I honestly have nothing to perform."

"No, no, that won't do," Hongfa swept her gaze across the crowd and immediately had an idea. "Dog Bro, how about a sparring match between you and the alien?"

Old Dog immediately leaped up, "Great idea! I've wanted to fight him for ages."

Before An Junlie arrived on Yin Fu Star, Old Dog had always been the best-built, most physically powerful man there. But with An Junlie's arrival, he was relegated to second place. He had long harbored a desire to compete with An Junlie, so he certainly wouldn't pass up this rare chance.

However, this wasn't a brawl, but a friendly spar, so both adhered to fighting etiquette, bowed to each other, and then began their exchange.

For the first move, neither dodged or blocked; their twin fists met—boom—with such force that An Junlie was knocked back several steps, while Old Dog felt a painful numbness spread through the web of his thumb and index finger.

When a master makes a move, you know it.

An Junlie instantly realized Old Dog practiced external cultivation, possessing immense raw power, so a direct clash was unwise. He switched to a martial art blending hardness and softness, aiming to win through speed. His form moved so quickly that he left several afterimages dancing in the eyes of the crowd.

Old Dog remained stationary, using stillness to counter motion. The moment An Junlie moved, Old Dog attacked immediately.

What seemed like a small confrontation became incredibly spectacular due to the extraordinary combat skills of the two men. Their powerful physiques, handsome movements, and swift footwork were more captivating than any advertisement for bodybuilders.

Every man present felt their blood surge; this was precisely the feeling men yearned for. The only two women present, Hongfa and Ziye, were also glued to the spectacle, unable to look away.

Men and women differ greatly in physique and aura, and it is precisely this difference that causes attraction between the sexes.

When the two were sparring, this feeling intensified. Men possess strong chests, broad shoulders, lean waists, and long legs—for reasons inexplicable, they seem handsome, powerful, and imposing.

Women are drawn to men with presence, drawn to that very feeling.

The two fought with fierce enjoyment. When Old Dog missed a strike, he abruptly shifted from stillness to motion, launching a flying kick toward An Junlie's chest. An Junlie blocked with both hands, retreated a step, then executed a backflip landing firmly on his feet. Both men simultaneously clasped their fists and retreated to their corners.

The audience was unsatisfied, shouting, "That's not fighting, that's clearly a performance!"

Datou, who had been silent, suddenly spoke up, "Alien, have you studied a martial art called 'Chinese Kung Fu'?"

Everyone turned to look at An Junlie. Was that Chinese Kung Fu he just used? Chinese Kung Fu was the essence of martial arts fighting from a certain country on Earth thousands of years ago, possessing a long and profound history. However, because it was exceptionally difficult to learn and incredibly powerful, it was rarely taught outside its lineage. Those present had only heard of it; none had ever witnessed it.

In space, only the Huaxia Legion, composed of Earthlings, knew this martial art. Could An Junlie be a member of the Huaxia Legion?

The Huaxia Legion was a truly unique military unit.

It commanded its own independent star sector, being the largest territory holder aside from the Interstellar Federation—even the combined domains of the Four Great Families were smaller than its expanse. Yet, it never provoked wars nor allied with other legions. Many powerful families viewed it as prime meat ripe for the taking, but none could swallow it, because the Huaxia Legion could independently design and manufacture mechs and starships, as well as build space stations and develop planets.

Even pirates dared not easily provoke the Huaxia Legion.

To many outsiders, the Huaxia Legion was nothing short of a legend.

An Junlie shook his head. "I deeply admire the Huaxia Legion, but I am not one of them. My combat skills were taught to me by my teacher."

Datou looked disappointed. "I thought you were one of them."

Ziye teased, "If he were, would you ask him to be your master?"

Datou sighed. "Before I came to Yin Fu, I was saved by someone from the Huaxia Legion. Never mind, let’s not dwell on the past." He stood up. "Today is my birthday. Thank you all for giving me such a wonderful day!"

"Ha! Your birthday, why didn't you say so earlier? Now preparing gifts is rushed," Hongfa said while activating her private communication screen, tapping a few times, and sending something to Datou's private channel. "Not much of a gift, here, have a thousand antimatter orbital bombs. Pick them up from Blackbeard tomorrow with the voucher."

Blackbeard complained, "You stole my gift! What should I give now?"

Hongfa shrugged. "Think of something yourself."

Datou looked at the scene of everyone fooling around, his eyes growing warm. "You don't need to give gifts, it's fine."

Ziye didn't let him refuse, shoving a spatial containment button into his hand. "I didn't prepare anything either. I'll give you a Raven fighter."

Before Datou could decline, a bouquet of roses shimmering with transparent blue light was extended before him. The Pervert stared at him with eyes brimming with utter sincerity, "Datou, these are the finest blue roses I have developed recently. Happy Birthday."

Datou's hand trembled; the spatial button nearly slipped to the floor.

It was the first time someone had given him flowers, the first time he'd received roses, the first time he’d been given these incredibly pure and precious blue roses—and the giver was the most perverted of perverts.

Datou couldn't recall the meaning of a blue rose’s language—was it perhaps "To stay together is a promise?" or "Meeting is fate?"

He smiled. Whether it was fate or a promise, being here today, alive and with his best friends, made it all worthwhile. He accepted the blue roses without hesitation, caring nothing if everyone laughed at him later.

Thunderous applause erupted.

Everyone laughed until they nearly collapsed, chanting in unison, "Datou accepted the Pervert's proposal! Oh yeah!"

The Pervert couldn't help but smile, though his expression held a trace of sorrow. "My father's birthday is the day after tomorrow, two days after Datou's. He turns 128 this year. He used to grow flowers and plants, especially roses, on an asteroid and sell them to various space stations. Alas, I don't know if he’s still alive now. I really wish I could go out right now."

Leaving Yin Fu—that was always the heaviest topic.

Hearing the Pervert say that, the atmosphere instantly grew somber. The Pervert patted Datou's shoulder. "No matter what, I hope you can live well."

Hongfa also felt a pang of sadness, but beneath it was a fiercer wave of anger. This group of people were simply living their lives in their own way in this era, yet they were locked up in this godforsaken place. She fiercely wanted to demand of those responsible: On what grounds do you do this?