In the darkness of the night, the Butcher looked like a black crocodile lurking in the silent plains.
But the command center was brightly lit. The white-haired old man and the Butcher were not resting. Their faces were not looking good because the young man was sitting on the floor, smiling foolishly. He looked as if he had seen the most delicious food in the world, saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth.
The white-haired old man frowned. "Yang Wei and Ceng Kang couldn't cure him?"
The Butcher's face was grim. "Their answers were the same. They couldn't cure him."
The white-haired old man sighed. "What about the medical bay?"
The Butcher sighed even harder. "We checked it several times, but we couldn't find anything."
The white-haired old man said, "Let's bring him back first. There's always better medical equipment there."
The Butcher said, "It must be that Fujen Masa's doing."
The white-haired old man frowned again. "What do you mean?"
The Butcher lit a cigar and took a puff before saying, "Before we disembarked, there were a total of 23 people who were intact. I had them all killed. Little Feng was in charge of that Fujen Masa, but when we disembarked, only Fujen Masa was fine. The others were all crippled. After we sent them off, we found Little Feng in this state."
The white-haired old man's frown deepened. "Every time I ask you to accept people, I remind you that you must check their origins. Previously, the origin of the ship was unknown, but you insisted on bringing people up. Now, it's like this."
The Butcher sneered. "It's fine. If that Fujen Masa really did it, I'll make him regret ever being born."
"Looks like your greed isn't ordinary."
A faint voice sounded behind them. "Normal people would be crippled by you guys before being sold to Health Town."
The white-haired old man and the Butcher were shocked. There was someone behind them that they couldn't sense?
What the hell was going on?
When they turned around, they found that Ding Meng had sneaked onto the starship like a ghost. He was sitting on a chair in the resting area, casually picking up a blue pine cone and putting it in his mouth. He was chewing it with relish.
"The taste isn't bad!
Looks like you guys know how to enjoy yourself! "
Ding Meng smacked his lips. It had been a long time since he last tasted food. To be precise, it had been many years since he last tasted food.
Butcher quietly reached for his waist, but Ding Meng suddenly said, "Don't bother. When I came up, your brothers were sleeping."
It was very likely that the patrolling personnel were not sleeping, but being slept. Otherwise, how could the starship's internal detection system not have any activity at all?
The white-haired old man suddenly smiled. "I didn't expect Brother Feng to be such an expert. Forgive me for my lack of respect. I accept the gift. If I have offended you in any way, I hope Brother Feng will forgive me."
Ding Meng also laughed. "You smashed my ship, stole my things, and even crippled my hands and feet. How can I forgive you?
Do you want me to laugh it off? "
Ying Chengli couldn't help but laugh. "Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding."
Butcher also reacted at this moment. He quickly smiled and said, "It's indeed a misunderstanding. This Little Feng was immature and offended you. Look, isn't he being punished by us now?
Are you satisfied with this result, Brother? "
He had no choice but to be polite to Ding Meng. Other things aside, the fact that he could silently appear behind you without you noticing was enough to explain many things.
"It sounds like you guys are quite self-aware." As he said this, Ding Meng's eyes glanced at Little Feng, who was sitting on the ground.
Little Feng immediately came to his senses. After looking around, he jumped up as if he had been shot by an arrow. He pointed at Ding Meng and shouted in horror, "Witchcraft! Boss, he knows witchcraft!
There's something fishy about this guy!
There's something fishy about him! "
Ying Chengli's and Butcher's hearts sank. They couldn't tell what Ding Meng had just done. She could turn people into idiots or sober them up just like that. It seemed like they had hit a wall this time.
Ying Chengli smiled again. "Brother Feng, you've come in the middle of the night. Is there something urgent?"
"No, there's nothing urgent!"
Ding Meng answered slowly. "Let me ask you, how many times have you come to Madison to sell disabled people?"
Ying Chengli smiled. "To be honest, we've only been here for the past two years. We didn't do this business before."
Ding Meng glanced at him. "I asked you how many times, not when!"
At this moment, Butcher suddenly raised his hand, and the energy pistol in his hand spat out a ball of light. The ball of light flew halfway, and with a whoosh, it turned into a large energy net that covered Ding Meng. At the same time, Ying Chengli's figure flashed rapidly, leaving behind a phantom that floated towards Ding Meng.
To be honest, these were all insignificant tricks. However, the two of them had been partners for many years and paid great attention to timing and coordination. Butcher did not expect this thing to be able to trap Ding Meng after casting out the energy net. However, as long as Ding Meng was held back by Ying Chengli, then they would have a chance.
"Swoosh!"
To Butcher's surprise, the energy net wrapped around Ding Meng and Ying Chengli's fist seemed to have hit Ding Meng's chin.
But the problem was that the energy net was tied too deeply and disappeared in an instant. It was as if it had been "tied" into Ding Meng's body. Ying Chengli's fist had clearly hit Ding Meng, but Ding Meng was completely fine. He sat there perfectly still.
Upon closer inspection, Ying Chengli's fist seemed to be a few centimeters away from Ding Meng's chin. He could neither hit it nor pull it back. Looking at his flushed face, he had probably used up all his strength.
Ding Meng looked at Ying Chengli coldly. "I asked you how many times, and you wanted to hit me. Let me ask you again. How many times have you come to Madison to sell disabled people?"
Sweat trickled down Ying Chengli's forehead. He was not in pain, but in panic because he found that he could not use any of his psionic power. He was completely suppressed by Ding Meng's psionic power and had no chance to struggle at all.
"No … not many," Ying Chengli replied in a trembling voice. "Only … twenty or so times."
Ding Meng immediately became expressionless. "You sold thousands of people each time. Twenty or so times means you sold tens of thousands of people. And you want to cripple normal people. You really know how to do business."
Ying Chengli's face turned pale. "Brother … Brother Feng, you're a big shot. Please forgive us. We're just trying to make a living."
Ding Meng snorted coldly. "Don't worry. I won't kill you!"
Ying Chengli seemed to be relieved.
But Ding Meng said again, "I just want you to understand one thing. If you become disabled, I'd like to see if Professor Zeng will install a prosthetic limb for you."
After saying that, he twisted his hand, and Ying Chengli immediately let out an extremely painful howl. His right hand was broken at the elbow, and then the broken hand turned red. It was so red that it shone brightly, and in the end, it melted like molten steel.
Ding Meng's current strength had far surpassed what it used to be. His thermodynamic origin energy could easily reach a temperature of tens of thousands of degrees. Not to mention an arm, even an alloy door would be melted.
Ying Chengli could no longer howl because he had fainted on the ground.
With a clatter, the cigar in the Butcher's hand fell onto the steel plate. He had never seen something like this before. He could not even imagine it. The strength of his opponent's psionic power meant that he was probably a Martial Artist from the Deity Battlefield.
At this moment, he turned and ran without another word. The young man's speed was not slower than his. He turned around and reached the entrance of the main passageway.
However, the two of them were confident that their speed was top-notch. But as they ran, they did not know what happened. They realized that they were running in mid-air. Their legs kept running, but their bodies did not move at all.
Ding Meng, who was sitting on the sofa, looked at the two of them coldly. He opened his left hand and slowly pulled back. The Butcher and the young man were immediately pulled back by an invisible force.
Ding Meng pulled back his hand and the two of them fell to the ground with a thud.
"Big Brother, no, Master Feng, I was wrong!"
The Butcher immediately knelt down. He was really scared out of his wits by Ding Meng's god-like methods.
Ding Meng looked at him and said coldly, "Cut off your hand and I'll spare your life. If you want me to do it myself, it won't be as simple as cutting off your hand."
"This …" Butcher and the young man were instantly dumbfounded. This was even more unbearable than if they had been directly killed.
Ding Meng snorted in disdain. "You guys sure have guts when you crippled other people's hands and feet. Now you're afraid of crippling yourselves?
Look at you guys. Do you still deserve to be called space pirates? "
Ding Meng did not have a good impression of space pirates. No matter which star they were in, pirates were hated by almost everyone. Moreover, this group of people was involved in human trafficking. It was impossible for him to show them mercy.
Therefore, in Butcher's field of vision, he saw a bright white light rise up. He only felt a chill in his heart, but the real chill came from the saber. Before the saber arrived, the severe chill pierced his eyes like sharp needles. When he closed his eyes just now, he didn't even feel a trace of pain before he fell down.
The young man could not see Ding Meng's attack clearly. The blade flashed again and the young man felt a chill in his face. He no longer felt pain or fear. He collapsed as well.
He did not know how to use the Painless Blade Technique, but Ding Meng did.
After the three people in the command room were dealt with, Makoto Fuuma and Xue Yue Mountain slowly walked out of the main passage.
Makoto Fuuma's tone was filled with envy. "In the past few years, you've not only improved, you've also improved by leaps and bounds."
Xue Yue Mountain said, "What do we do next?
Launch the starship? "
Ding Meng stood up. "No, it's too risky for this transport ship to go out alone. Throw the dozens of pirates outside out and let them fend for themselves. Drive the starship to a hidden location and hide."
Makoto Fuuma hesitated. "If you let these people go, what if they call for backup?"
Ding Meng said, "I can't wait for them to call for backup. I was just worried that there wouldn't be any attack starships coming."
Makoto Fuuma and Xue Yue immediately understood what he meant. Whether these pirates called for help from Yang Wei or sent a distress signal to space, as long as they could summon more people or flying vehicles, it would be beneficial for them.
With Ding Meng's current strength, as long as the Prototype could be repaired, even if Chu Ming Liang was reborn, he would still die.
Makoto Fuuma volunteered. "We won't go back to Health Town with you. We'll stay and study the starship's database to see if we can find anything useful. At the same time, we'll see if there's any way to repair your second set of armor. We'll contact the wristwatch when the time comes."
Ding Meng nodded. "I just checked. This ship doesn't have any decent weapons systems. You two be careful."