Chapter 654 - 14: Aristocratic Lady

Under the swirling wood shavings, Punk finally saw the actions of the two clearly.

He suddenly realized, he might have misunderstood something.

There was still an entire person’s distance between Han Zhan and his sister, perfectly innocent, nothing had happened.

The most crucial thing was, as his anger subsided, Punk suddenly recalled, he seemed to have used a wooden box to smash the head of a Tier Nine Ultimate Powerhouse... a Tier Nine Ultimate...

Punk swallowed his saliva.

"This is a misunderstanding." He tried to explain.

"Indeed, it’s a misunderstanding." Han Zhan nodded, showing little reaction to Punk’s recklessness.

If he wanted to, he could crush an alien human of Tier Two power with just a finger.

But Han Zhan didn’t plan on doing that.

"A misunderstanding is a misunderstanding, but you’re an adult now, Punk."

"You need to pay for your misunderstanding, and also the one from when we first met."

While speaking, Han Zhan gestured with his wrists, still adorned with the energy suppressor.

Seeing this, and his sister’s expression, Punk realized that Aisha probably knew about his previous deeds.

He lowered his head, and his tone became somewhat somber.

"I understand, Lord Zhan. You are a merciful powerhouse, different from those high and mighty figures."

"I’m willing to repent and atone for my previous and recent offenses, please don’t trouble my sister."

From Punk’s words, did he mistakenly believe that Aisha was kneeling because he pressured her?

However, Han Zhan had no intention of clarifying.

He nodded slightly, saying, "Very well, since you’re so cooperative, I do have a task for you to complete."

"If you can complete it, then our previous unpleasantness will be written off."

"Task? What task!" Punk asked hurriedly.

"From the time I left the Tukalu camp until now, it’s been more than half a day. Yet, the expected pursuers haven’t arrived."

Originally, Han Zhan’s plan was to use the Tukalu issue as an entry point to breach Yongsha Star and unearth more secrets.

But the course of events seemed different from his expectations.

"There won’t be any pursuers." Unexpectedly, Punk shook his head as if he had foreseen it, "Tukalu is the local tyrant of the East Uda Desert, and the Tukalu camp is a place even the Interstellar Hyenas avoid."

"No one would investigate the camp. Even if everyone inside is dead, it wouldn’t be discovered that day."

Hearing Punk’s clear explanation, Han Zhan followed up, "Then, when do you think someone will discover that Tukalu and his close associates are dead?"

Punk pondered for a moment, then answered, "At least a day later."

"Because the day after tomorrow is Tukalu’s fixed day of the month to send slaves to the main city, and on that day, someone from the main city will personally come by."

"So, we have one more day to prepare? This is indeed good news." Han Zhan said after hearing this.

Punk was taken aback by his words.

Prepare? Prepare for what? Prepare to confront the Alliance Army dispatched from the main city?

Punk suddenly realized that before him was a top powerhouse of Tier Nine Ultimate strength, and he suddenly felt a bit expectant.

He seemed to already envision the scene where the Alliance Army couldn’t withstand a single blow from Han Zhan and was entirely annihilated.

"Are you planning to kill them all?"

"That was my initial plan. But after meeting you, the plan changed."

Han Zhan answered truthfully, "The key to unlocking the energy suppressor is with the Slave Master. I care more about regaining my full strength than slaughtering a group of weaklings."

"Moreover, I don’t intend to reveal my identity too early."

This was an adjustment Han Zhan made after chatting with Punk and deducing from certain details.

The treasure of Yongsha Star, if the Master of Yongsha is truly a fallen deity, how great an attraction His treasure must be.

Yet, what Han Zhan saw on this planet were merely some Low Tier native inhabitants jumping around.

This was extremely illogical.

Either the Master of Yongsha’s treasure is fake, or a Tier Nine Ultimate has already taken position, plotting in the shadows.

Regardless, he couldn’t expose himself too early; that would make him passive.

"Not reveal your identity?" Upon hearing this, it was Punk’s turn to be bewildered, "If you don’t reveal your identity, how can you obtain the key?"

Punk almost instinctively asked in return.

When he saw Han Zhan’s gaze fall on him, he had a bad premonition.

"This is your task."

"My task is to help you get the key from the Slave Master? No, impossible, this is absolutely impossible." Punk said without hesitation, "Even though the Slave Master is in the sub-city district, his strength should reach Tier Four, plus the Personal Guard composed of Tier Three and Tier Four soldiers."

"How can I, a mere Tier Two, possibly obtain the key?"

"I’m not asking you to obtain the key," Han Zhan interrupted.

"You only need to do one thing."

"Deliver me as a slave into the hands of the Slave Master. I’ll get the key myself."

After Han Zhan finished speaking, he said no more, waiting for Punk’s answer.

Punk took one look at his sister Aisha, still kneeling, and the hesitation in his eyes vanished.

"I’ll take on this task!"

...

East of the Uda Desert, Tukalu Camp.

The camp was unusually desolate that day, not a single moving figure around.

Occasionally, hunters who came to sell their "goods" loitered outside the camp, seeing no one coming out to greet them and lacking the courage to enter, had no choice but to give up.

Punk’s assessment was correct.

An entire day passed without a single person entering the camp, let alone discovering that Tukalu had long since died.

As for the scent of blood.

A Tukalu camp without the scent of blood would indeed be something to be wary of.

That day, nearing evening.

A long convoy appeared on the highway outside the Tukalu camp.

Ten uniform military trucks, with the emblem of an eagle engraved at the front, representing the Alliance Army.

Inside the leading truck sat a languid noblewoman.

She looked out the window at the old shanties resembling patches on the earth, and the scavengers and beggars seen along the way, her gaze filled with disdain.

"This is why I hate the local native slaves."

"Alien species slaves, though more expensive, are of much higher quality compared to those local natives."

"Tukalu sent me a message the night before last, saying he caught a human white-face worth five hundred Shabi?

At this, she licked her lips, "I hope he won’t disappoint me."