Planet Madison, an extremely remote planet on the fringes.
Little Love had read the information in the Butcher's database, and it showed that there was no country in this star sector. There were thousands of sects, large and small, and these sects had formed alliances with each other. The largest alliance was called the Divine War Alliance, located in the Divine War Star Sector. It was far away from the Wellcome system, so Planet Madison was even further away.
Since there was no country, it was not hard to imagine that the technological level of this star sector was not very advanced. At least, it was not as advanced as the Holy Grail Federation. Therefore, in order to compete for resources, many people were injured and could not get effective treatment, so they became disabled.
In the Holy Grail Federation, no matter how disabled you were, as long as you did not die, the powerful medical equipment could still restore you to your original state. However, it was not possible here. It was not that the medical standards were not high, but that the medical resources were limited. The gap between the alliances was huge. For an ordinary person like the middle-aged man who was disabled, the best place to go was Planet Madison.
However, the Wellcome system was too far away from the mainstream system. In the beginning, there were a few charity alliances that were willing to transport the injured, but the long distance made the cost of flying too high, and Planet Madison was slowly forgotten. However, at this time, the pirates jumped out and said that if the injured were willing to go, as long as they paid a certain fee, they could take the pirate ship.
Professor Zeng Kang from Planet Madison also said that if the pirates were to transport the wounded over, he could pay a certain amount of money and resources as a reward. For pirates like the Butcher, this was a classic example of eating up the plaintiff and eating up the defendant. The most important point was that the pirate ship usually did not make a loss on this trip. Instead, they made a profit.
This information was naturally given to Ding Meng by the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man was called Liu Cheng, and he belonged to a small sect. After he was injured in the arena, he was not qualified to use medical resources. After a long time, his left leg could not be treated, and in the end, he was disabled. He had no choice but to board the Butcher.
Ding Meng squatted on the ship for a while, and the Butcher finally arrived at its destination.
The young man barged into the warehouse and shouted, "Get up, get up, all of you, we're here."
The crowd immediately became restless. When the alloy door opened, everyone spontaneously lined up and went to the connecting cabin to get off the ship.
"Wait, you stay!" The young man suddenly called out to Ding Meng.
Ding Meng frowned and asked, "What is it?"
The young man hooked his finger and said, "You can't leave yet. Come with me!"
There was a small collection room on the south side of the warehouse. The young man pushed Ding Meng into the room before closing the door behind him.
Ding Meng asked curiously, "Why don't you let me get off the boat?"
The young man grinned and said, "Someone with arms and legs like you can't get off the boat."
Ding Meng asked, "Why?"
The young man pulled out a shiny military knife from the outside of his thigh and flipped it skillfully between his fingers. "If you continue like this, how are we going to make money?"
Ding Meng was a little surprised. "Oh?
Can't you make money after I get off the ship? "
The military knife in the young man's hand spun quickly. He looked proud. "Of course. It's fine for a disabled person to go down, but not for a normal person."
Ding Meng said, "So you're saying that if I lose one or two parts, I'll be able to bring you profits?"
The young man suddenly gripped the military knife. "Correct!"
Ding Meng pondered and said, "I'm a little curious. Why are there only disabled people down there and not normal people?"
The young man mocked him mercilessly. "Silly boy, you might not know this, but Old Man Zeng has a weird hobby. He likes to install artificial limbs for disabled people. But the old man's skills are really good. The artificial limbs that he installs are almost like real people."
Ding Meng asked, "Why does he do that?"
The young man chuckled. "The old man used to be a mechanic and doctor for the Red Sun Alliance. That stupid alliance is a charity organization. He likes to do stupid things. How great does he think he is?"
Ding Meng pondered and said, "Doing charity is not a stupid thing."
The young man chuckled and said, "He's not stupid, but you're going to be stupid soon."
Ding Meng sighed. "It looks like you're going to cut off one of my legs or one of my arms?"
The young man looked at him from head to toe with a mocking gaze. "With your body, I'm afraid you'll pass out from the pain if I just cut off one of your fingers. But you're lucky that you met me."
Ding Meng said, "What's different about you?"
The young man chuckled even more happily. "Don't worry, this cut of mine will be so fast that you won't feel any pain at all."
Ding Meng said, "So you're saying that this is the Painless Knife Technique?"
The young man laughed. "Interesting, interesting. This is the first time I've heard of the Painless Knife Technique. You're really an interesting boy. To be honest, I think it would be a pity to cripple you."
Ding Meng also laughed. "To be honest, do you think you can cripple me?"
The young man suddenly stopped smiling. His body flashed, and a cold light rose up in the collection room.
However, the next moment, the scene of Ding Meng rolling on the ground in pain while holding his finger did not happen. His knife stopped in the air less than half a meter away from Ding Meng. It was as if the military knife had stabbed into an invisible membrane. It was so soft that it could not pierce through.
"You!" The young man raised his head in surprise.
Ding Meng looked at him with a smile. "It really is painless. After all, it can't cut anyone. As expected of the Painless Knife Technique."
The young man was furious. He took two steps back and used his Power of Origin to stab at Ding Meng again. Ding Meng did not even move. The military knife almost stopped at the tip of his nose.
Xiao Ai said, "There are no spies in this room. I think we should just get rid of him."
Ding Meng smiled and said, "That's a good knife technique."
Only then did the young man bounce back like a rabbit that had been shot by an arrow. "I misjudged you. You're actually an expert."
As he retreated, he reached for the communication box on his belt. Unexpectedly, as soon as he pulled the box off, it exploded into a puff of black smoke with a bang. He was so hot that he shook his wrist violently.
"You!" The young man was shocked. He raised his hand to touch the communication device on his ear again.
There was another soft bang, and the communication device also turned into a puff of black smoke. This time, it was so hot that his ear was numb. He could only shake his head repeatedly.
Ding Meng smiled and said, "Go on. I really want to experience your Painless Knife Technique."
Unexpectedly, the young man shouted, "There's a ghost!
This is a f * cking witchcraft. This is witchcraft!
Who the hell are you? "
Ding Meng sighed helplessly. This guy didn't even know what telekinesis was, so he thought it was some sort of witchcraft.
Ding Meng casually waved his hand, and the military knife miraculously flew from the young man's hand to Ding Meng's. When Ding Meng turned his wrist again, the young man's eyes widened.
The military knife was like a nimble snake as it flew up and down between Ding Meng's fingers. It was so fast and had so many variations that it was dazzling. It was obvious at a glance that he was an expert with the knife. At the very least, he was several times better than the young man.
The young man was shocked. "You … you're also a Psionicist?"
"Psionicist?" Ding Meng thought to himself. Did these guys refer to Origin Ability users as Psionicists?
Xiao Ai explained, "Yes. I checked their database before and found that this is how they categorize Origin Ability users. This place is divided into Psionicists, Soul Soldiers, Soul Knights, Martial Artists, Soul Generals, and Soul Sages. There are a total of six levels, but each level is further divided into several smaller levels. It's still very different from the Holy Grail Federation."
The young man saw that Ding Meng's expression was somewhat hesitant. Like lightning, he chopped down with his hand. The edge of his palm was covered in a layer of sharp, light blue ice. According to the Federation's standards, this young man was a beginner ice element warrior with some background.
However, if he thought that he could defeat Ding Meng with this kind of method, he was undoubtedly dreaming.
With a "ding ling" sound, the hand chopped down halfway as if it had hit an iron wall. Ding Meng was definitely fine. On the other hand, the young man clutched his wrist in pain and bent over because his ice blade had shattered.
Ding Meng was still smiling. "I understand now. Your painless knife technique doesn't hurt others, but it hurts yourself. Wonderful."
The young man raised his head in shock. His eyes were filled with unconcealable fear. "Who exactly are you?"
Ding Meng smiled and said, "Let me ask you. What level of Psionicist are you?"
The young man nervously said, "I'm a Soul Soldier Level 12."
Ding Meng was a little confused. He definitely did not know how to judge a small level like this. Thus, he changed his question and asked, "What's the highest level of Soul Soldier Level?"
The young man was even more confused. The guy in front of him clearly had unfathomable and terrifying strength, but he just had to ask such low-level questions. However, he could only honestly answer, "The highest is Soul Soldier Level 100. After Soul Soldier Level 100 is Soul Knight."
"Alright!"
Ding Meng was also a little helpless. In this situation, it was impossible for him to ask in detail. "Since you're honest, I won't make things difficult for you. Have a taste of my Ghost Eye Demon Pupil Technique."
After he finished speaking, his eyes slightly widened, and a small amount of telekinetic energy pierced the young man's brain. The young man screamed and immediately fainted.
Ding Meng had actually used an infectious telekinetic energy to forcibly inject the young man with the images of the monsters that the water droplets had frightened him with. Once the young man woke up, he would lose his mind and live in fear all day long.
Xiao Ai said, "Why don't you get rid of him once and for all?"
Ding Meng said, "He's still useful. As long as he doesn't die, the others on this ship will discover him sooner or later. After discovering him, they will definitely investigate the reason. Try to stall these pirates as much as possible. We can't let the Butcher escape after the transaction. This starship is still useful to me."
Xiao Ai sighed. "Alright. After all, we don't know the exact situation on the surface."
After dealing with the young man, Ding Meng did not hesitate to strip off the young man's uniform and put it on himself. Then, he lightly wiped his face with the Thousand Shadows Slash. Ding Meng's appearance immediately began to change. In a few seconds, he had become a pirated version of the young man.
There was no other reason for doing this. He had to retrieve his rainbow backpack. He could give up the supplies, weapons, and auxiliary tools inside, but he could not allow the two damaged Prototype to fall into the hands of the pirates.
As for which cabin the backpack was in?
Had the items inside been touched by anyone?
These days, Ding Meng's telekinetic vision was very clear. If he wanted to retrieve it now, it would be as easy as pie.