Chapter 31 Continuing the Setup

For Earthlings, the Milky Way refers to the star system containing the solar system—one of the vast galaxies in the universe.

However, for aliens, it holds a special meaning. This may sound difficult to understand, so here’s an example:

In ancient China, there was a *si* (loser) youth, with an education level somewhere between a high school sophomore and a college sophomore. One day, he passed by a river and found a shuttlecock fish or a bighead carp lying in a muddy ditch, about to die.

The fish should be grateful that this *si* even has meals included, so after the *si* finished "entertaining" himself, he ate until the rice was overflowing into his throat, driven by the mentality of "why not eat if it's free." He wasn't really interested in the taste of the fish at this time, and he also did a rare good deed by throwing the fish into the river.

But the fish's true identity was the CEO of the Dragon Palace, who happened to encounter this disaster. So, he came to repay the *si's* kindness, sending a yaksha to pick up the *si* to the Dragon Palace on an ocean motorcycle, saying, "I will satisfy whatever you want." The *si* had never seen such a grand scene, and his legs were trembling, so he didn't dare to make any requests. He said to the bighead carp CEO, "I wish for *ruyi* (good luck)."

The *ruyi* that the *si* said was meant to mean "may all your wishes be fulfilled," wishing for good luck. What he wanted was for everything to go smoothly and to return home safely.

As a result, the bighead carp CEO looked very embarrassed, and finally called out a white, rich, and beautiful girl with the advantages of Lin Chi-ling and Liu Yifei, saying, "This is my daughter, her name is Ruyi. Ah, take her away..." The *si* excitedly rushed to the Hongqi Supermarket and said to the salesgirl, "Sister, brother, hello, please give me the box-shaped item next to the chewing gum on your left hand, the strawberry-flavored one..."

I won't tell you the rest of the story, because writing these one or two hundred words might make some people who dislike me say I'm cheating on the word count, and the rest of the story is still very long, so telling it really carries the risk of running off-topic and cheating on the word count. So, when Fang Senyan said the words "Milky Way," the Zerg alien became so agitated. He immediately roared:

"Milky Way!! Mine!"

Fang Senyan frowned and flicked away a few fat maggots that sprayed from the Zerg's mouth, and said lightly:

"If you want to know the whereabouts of this thing, then you have to be more respectful and friendly to me. I have just fully demonstrated my power, so I should get the treatment that matches this power."

The alien Zerg stared at Fang Senyan for a while, his deformed head tilted, and a cold light flashed in his cracked eyes. Yellow-green saliva flowed from the gaps in his crooked teeth, and then he let out a roar.

The surrounding Zerg people obediently dispersed, and the alien Zerg limped in front, leading the way. Looking at his exaggerated and deformed posture when walking, it really seemed like one of his feet would break with a crisp "snap" sound.

Following the Zerg, Fang Senyan came to a room where sundries were placed. It was very humid here. The alien Zerg sat down casually in the overflowing sewage, as comfortably as if a human had slumped on a soft sofa with a backrest. Then, he said in a mumbling, vague voice:

"My Earth name is Jones, please sit down."

Fang Senyan had no interest in sitting on the ground with sewage flowing, so he casually pulled a broken table and flipped it over, saying:

"I am a sailor, Mr. Jones. I am short on time, so I have to make a long story short. I know the whereabouts of the Milky Way—the key is how much you can pay for this information."

The Zerg Jones laughed loudly:

"Do you know what the Milky Way is?"

Fang Senyan answered very simply:

"If I remember correctly, its full name is: Universal Secondary Energy Miniaturized Reactor. The approximate energy utilization and development rate is 177.3 times that of nuclear energy. Because this thing is embedded in a transparent cosmic titanium crystal frame, it looks extremely similar to a Milky Way that has been shrunk countless times, so it is named after that. Dear Mr. Jones—I am very pressed for time today, so I have to leave in five minutes."

The Zerg Jones looked at Fang Senyan, and suddenly his pupils blinked, but his eyelids did not move at all:

"What do you want?"

Fang Senyan sneered:

"If you want me to take the initiative to make an offer, then Mr. Jones, once I make the offer, there will be no room for negotiation. You only have two choices: yes or no! Of course, there is also a choice to snatch it by force, but you have to consider whether you can succeed before you do that."

"You say," Jones said in a hoarse voice. He rummaged around on the ground next to him, picked up a mass of sticky moss and mud, and then ate it with relish like eating Häagen-Dazs.

Fang Senyan said seriously:

"I want the spaceship you were riding when you came to Earth."

Jones was immediately taken aback, as if he had hiccuped, and immediately shook his head and muttered:

"That won't do, that won't do."

Fang Senyan stood up, patted his butt, and said straightforwardly:

"Nice to meet you."

However, when Fang Senyan walked to the door, a cunning look flashed in Jones's decaying gray-blue eyes:

"Okay, deal."

In fact, for Jones, the transportation he used to come to Earth unfortunately crashed into a rock when landing and was severely damaged. The reason he is now entrenched in the sewer is to investigate whether there are other ways to go home. Mr. Jones felt it was very worthwhile to buy such precious information with a transportation tool that was already worthless.

However, Jones didn't know that Fang Senyan was not very interested in his spaceship either. Fang Senyan did this just to force him to look for another aircraft to go home.

Next, Fang Senyan went to visit Mr. Jones's spaceship—the spaceship that only looked intact on the outside—and then transferred this thing to Jin Mine. Mr. Jin Mine would always be exceptionally happy with any metal scrap that could be sold for money at a scrap recycling station.

Jones then got the information given by Fang Senyan:

The Milky Way, this secret treasure of the Aquilonian Empire, is carried by Prince Rossberg of Aquilon—of course, he shouldn't be alone on Earth—there is a tall, thin guy who is his guard officer, with a natural sense of danger. He is always willing to give his life for the prince. Finally, Prince Rossberg is very sentimental. He opened a clock shop at 54th Avenue, number 54 in Manhattan, with twelve pots of pink forget-me-nots outside. The prince treats a yellowish-white cat as his son and loves him very much.

Seeing all this, Jones was convinced, because the Zerg are in a continuous war with the Aquilonian Empire, so they also knew some of Rossberg's hobbies, and what Fang Senyan said was very consistent—of course, except for the prince's address on Earth.

So, Mr. Jones immediately poured himself a cup of coffee with excitement. Ordinary Earthlings would definitely not be able to drink this cup of coffee. Mr. Jones poured at least half a pound of white sugar into the cup, and then drank it all in one go with satisfaction. Fang Senyan also couldn't wait to leave this damn dirty place. His layout was now successful, and whether he could achieve his goal next would depend on luck.

Under the cover of a curly wig and colored contact lenses, Fang Senyan finally reappeared on the streets of New York. He had to be vigilant about the surrounding environment and not let any police officers approach within thirty meters of him, otherwise, he would very likely be questioned, and then exposed.

This was a high-difficulty technical job. Fortunately, New Yorkers' attention is always focused on the Super Bowl, playboys, the NBA Finals, and perverted serial murders. In addition, after the previous crazy participant killed several Men in Black agents, he was killed—so Fang Senyan's death of a Men in Black agent was like spitting into the ocean, completely ignored by New Yorkers who were visually fatigued. Otherwise, Fang Senyan would have fallen into the ocean of people's war and would have been unable to move an inch.

Fang Senyan came to the old place again—outside the shop that Mr. Jack had opened under false pretenses. It had been blocked by the police, with a sign saying "No Entry." Fang Senyan squatted down to tie his shoelaces, and then said to the briefcase that Jin Mine was carrying:

"Mr. Jack, you have to answer me a question now: Where are the surveillance cameras in your store installed? Don't use those misleading things that you've modified to fool me (because Jack has to sell black market weapons, so he has to modify the official surveillance). I need the real stuff that can record everything in detail!"

Mr. Jack's weak voice came from the box. Obviously, the old man had been tortured enough by Jin Mine:

"You can find it at the owl decoration on the right side of the counter. The owl's eyes are the surveillance cameras. The unlock password is 31nsa13."

Senyan snapped his fingers: "If you keep performing so well, I will consider giving you freedom when I leave."

Saying that, Fang Senyan walked over and pressed his hand on the locked doorknob. With a twist, the door opened. Fang Senyan didn't spend much effort to get what he wanted from the store. He cut out the part where he killed the senior Men in Black agent G, and asked the two captured aliens, Jack and Ritz:

"I know you must have a way to transform this into the content I want—Mr. G wanted to shoot me without any explanation, I could only fight back in self-defense."

Ritz and Jack didn't speak. Fang Senyan coughed, and Jin Mine immediately screamed:

"Time is money! My friends, you have rested for too long, let me find you something new to do."

Ritz and Jack immediately turned pale and said anxiously:

"I have a way to meet your requirements, but I have to state first: even a child can see the traces of forgery."

Fang Senyan smiled:

"It doesn't matter, start working now, immediately."