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In the vastness of space, where it was impossible to distinguish between day and night, the crew aboard the spacecraft relied on a twenty-four-hour time system to regulate their routines. It had been three days since they left Earth, and if all went well, they would reach their destination— Jufeng's transit station—in about four or five days.
Eating, sleeping, sleeping, eating; this monotonous cycle occupied most of their interstellar journey. While it was inevitably dull, the unique identities of the individuals aboard the spacecraft provided some distraction.
Prisoners, soldiers, and Jufeng's group could generally be categorized as such, gathering together at mealtimes. The spacious dining hall featured a large glass wall that offered a breathtaking view of the shimmering stars in the universe.
Naturally, the meals were divided into different standards, but the true delicacies were reserved for the officers' quarters, where champagne and beautiful companions were present—such luxuries were absent in the dining hall.
In a corner of the restaurant, near the transparent glass wall, Jufeng's group sat together, eating and chatting. Politeness was well-spoken and cultured, ensuring that fresh topics flowed seamlessly without any risk of awkwardness. Tong Bailong had adapted to this new and fascinating environment but couldn't help but look down on the food served here. Interstellar travel often meant consuming tasteless compressed food that left much to be desired. Thus, after hastily finishing his meal, he returned to his quarters to indulge in the gourmet treats stashed in his backpack.
Flower Snow Moon had finished her meal and, after a brief moment of rest, her fatigue had noticeably faded. She radiated a captivating beauty that drew many admiring glances in this spacecraft where men outnumbered women significantly.
The saying "beauty brings disaster" held some truth at times like this.
Flower Snow Moon lounged against the glass window, her hair cascading like a waterfall over her shoulders. Two playful strands framed her face and fell onto her chest. Despite the stillness of the air inside the spacecraft, those strands danced lightly with her breath as if teasing some hearts nearby.
Eventually, someone could no longer contain himself. The tall figure sitting across from her was absent at that moment, and Jufeng's group initially struck others as a collection of pale faces. Situ Yu was already straddling the line between genders; Politeness was undeniably handsome. Although Civilization did not possess Politeness's striking features, he was charming in his own right—definitely not someone who exuded physical strength. Overcome by impulse, he swallowed hard several times and exchanged glances with a few equally awkward companions before suddenly standing up and striding toward Jufeng's group.
A wave of mischief surged through him as Jufeng frowned slightly. The observant Civilization noticed Jufeng's change in mood and prepared to rise but was outpaced by another individual nearby.
Politeness stood nearly six feet tall but only reached the nose of a burly man when he stood up—a golden monkey facing off against a black gorilla—and thus elicited loud laughter from those who had come to provoke them.
However, seeing four or five gorillas standing in formation like an A Squad, nodding and laughing uncontrollably at him was indeed amusing.
Politeness grew impatient with their antics; before they could recover from their laughter, he took the initiative to greet them politely.
“Ha ha, hello everyone! Long time no see! Come visit often, let’s be friends, ha ha…”
Without a care in the world, he patted each person on the shoulder or chest. Immediately, four or five people fell silent, as if they had suddenly eaten something they shouldn’t have, their faces filled with fear.
It was a simple principle: by secretly channeling energy into his hands and then striking a few acupoints, the human body would experience certain spasms and pain. It didn’t matter if one was a martial arts master or just an ordinary practitioner of traditional Chinese medicine; anyone could do it.
As more than a dozen people gathered together, they quickly attracted the attention of a group of soldiers. At that moment, a group of soldiers rushed in from outside the restaurant and exchanged words with the restaurant manager before heading straight for where Jufeng and his companions were seated.
Politeness didn’t expect things to get complicated. Losing interest, he sat down. Since the soldiers had arrived, it was Jufeng who would have to speak.
The Restaurant Manager was a subordinate of Uncle Sun. He approached Jufeng and quietly asked a few questions before returning to report to the soldiers outside. However, it was clear that the soldier was not satisfied with Jufeng ’s response. Ignoring the manager’s attempts to dissuade him, he walked directly up to Jufeng.
The soldier held a high rank and was one of the more prominent officers aboard the aircraft. He first scanned the four or five prisoners before his gaze settled on Jufeng.
Lower-ranking officers in the military often possess a certain unique aura—some might call it boldness or straightforwardness, while others might say it reflects low emotional intelligence or ignorance of social niceties. Thus, when this officer focused on Jufeng, he naturally regarded him with disdain, even speaking through his nose.
“You’re the one introduced by General Sun?”
Jufeng was sipping his post-meal soup when an inexplicable sense of defiance surged within him. If you won’t give me face, why should I bother with you?
“Not at all; I’m just hitching a ride.”
Calmly sitting in place, Jufeng continued to drink his soup without even glancing at the officer.
The officer had never been treated with such contempt before; his temper flared instantly due to military training. “Hmph! What audacity! You dare to hitch a ride on a military aircraft? Come with me; I have questions for you.”
With that, the officer reached for Jufeng ’s arm as if he couldn’t be bothered with further words. Military training taught that actions spoke louder than words, so he decided not to waste time.
However, Jufeng wasn’t about to let him seize him so easily. He sank his arm down and then thrust it upward, striking the officer’s wrist directly and sending a jolt of numbness through him.
The officer, seeing that his opponent was just a novice, felt a surge of frustration after being bested in their first encounter. He immediately lunged forward, aiming to grab both of Jufeng's hands.
Romain swiftly swept the teacup aside and countered the officer's move, seizing his hands before the officer could react. The officer, refusing to back down, attempted to pull his hands away by pushing down and lifting up. However, during this struggle, Romain suddenly released one hand and pinned the officer's other hand onto the table. As the officer regained his strength, Romain quickly seized the opportunity to press both of the officer's hands down effortlessly on the table in front of him.
In an instant, it was clear who had the upper hand. The officer was furious, while the Restaurant Manager beside them anxiously wiped the sweat from his forehead.
"How dare you assault a soldier?" the officer demanded angrily.
Romain smiled calmly. "Please don't take advantage of ordinary citizens who may not understand the law. This is self-defense."
The manager tried to mediate as more people gathered around them. Romain glanced at the officer, who was still trying to regain his composure, and decided it was best to let go. The officer stumbled back unexpectedly as Romain released his grip.
"You...!"
The officer was so furious that he momentarily lost his words. Fortunately, someone nearby reminded him of his duty, prompting him to refocus.
"Hey, have you seen a girl around here?"
Despite his anger, the officer respected strength and now turned to Romain with a more serious inquiry.
Romain shook his head in response. It was Politeness who chimed in with a teasing remark, "We don’t have any girls here, but we do have a big girl if you're interested."
Flower Snow Moon recognized that Politeness was referring to her and shot him an exasperated glare. The officer then noticed that there indeed was a girl present, though she wasn't the one he had been searching for. Nevertheless, she was stunningly beautiful.
His interest piqued momentarily, but he quickly shifted his focus as soldiers began reporting back with no leads on their search. The officer ordered a retreat but not before issuing a challenge to Romain for a sparring match in the future.
With that, the group departed in an imposing manner. The manager quickly apologized to Romain before returning to his duties. The initial group of burly men had recovered from their earlier shock but were now too intimidated by Romain's display of skill to act out again; they fled like frightened ducks.
As mealtime drew to a close and prisoners were escorted back to their cells while soldiers finished their meals and returned to their posts, Romain remarked nonchalantly, "Everyone has left; the restaurant is empty now. We should go too." With that, everyone rose from their seats and departed.
After returning to the room, everyone instinctively gathered together instead of going back to their own spaces, which startled Tong Bailong, who was already full and dozing off.
The door to the room was ajar, seemingly waiting for a guest's arrival. After about ten minutes of solitude, suddenly, the door moved. The group's eyes searched the entrance for a moment before they finally caught sight of the visitor.
A delicate, rosy foot appeared first, followed by a leg that looked as tender as lotus root. Then came the corner of a military uniform jacket. After half a second, a finely featured child’s face suddenly emerged.
It seemed she hadn’t expected so many people in the room and was unaccustomed to being watched by so many at once. A girl who looked around six or seven years old, with an enchanting face and purple hair, wore an oversized military jacket that nearly covered her entire body. She shyly lowered her head, her hands fidgeting with the sleeves in front of her chest, captivating everyone present.
“Hello… everyone! My name is Chuyang, Chuyang. It’s nice to meet you all!”
A soft gasp echoed in the room as everyone collectively swallowed hard, even the stunning Flower Snow Moon was no exception.
(To be continued)
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