After all, he was an outsider, and how many of those guys in the bar were easy to deal with? All old foxes, Sara was taboo in their talks, let alone Seventh District's Feng Yi. So far, he could only confirm that there indeed was a person named Feng Yi on Colonial Planet 103, because whenever he brought up the topic of Feng Yi, the expressions of those chatting with him obviously changed.

It was like talking about leaders with ordinary people. Normally, it's just chit-chat and nothing more. But talk about this in front of the leaders themselves? How could that work? The result was that he spent the whole evening in a daze, asking around in circles, and in the end, he poured a lot of money into booze and got nothing worthwhile to show for it.

He hadn't expected that gathering intelligence in this complex underground world would be so troublesome. It seemed that this world was no exception, or rather, it might even be more ruthless than the rules of his own universe.

Kexiao shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, not considering the task particularly difficult, just that he hadn't found the right approach yet, "I'll go for a walk by myself tonight."

The chubby man felt underestimated and immediately waved his hand in disagreement, insisting that everyone should focus on cultivating their strength, and he'd take care of this matter, guaranteeing success in no more than three days.

Sky Shadow couldn't be bothered to argue with him but obviously valued time, saying, "You're just wasting time."

Damn it, to accuse him of wasting time, the chubby man decided he had to prove something tonight, angrily declaring, "Today."

With that, the chubby man went straight to the Hibernation Cabin to sleep without bidding anyone farewell.

Roland and Kexiao looked towards Sky Shadow with a somewhat complex gaze, as if they saw something...

Blade Warrior was a bit worried: "Won't he screw things up? Isn't one day too short?"

Sky Shadow gave Blade Warrior a cold glance and returned to his room without a word.

It was then that Roland said to her, "Some people just need to be stimulated to reveal their potential. I think you might have misunderstood Sky Shadow's intention."

Blade Warrior had an epiphany, so that was the deal. She couldn't believe she hadn't grasped Sky Shadow's meaning. Looking at Kexiao and Roland, they obviously had noticed this but didn't point it out. It seemed Sky Shadow's intentions were not as simple as they appeared, and only she and the chubby man were kept in the dark. Suddenly feeling intellectually insulted, she fell deflated onto the console like a punctured football. My God, being with this bunch really puts me on a different wavelength.

A daytime passed quietly in the Piaoxue's cold wind, and that evening, Zhang Xiaobo, along with the 'Butterfly' ninja, set off again on their journey to the biggest local bar, Aier Bar. This time, he decided to clink his cup with strangers and drink till he dropped, creating the illusion of a joyful meeting.

As for money, Blade Warrior reprinted some based on the local currency, making the bills look worn so they resembled ones that had been used for a long time. As for where the printing equipment came from, she had brought along everything she could think of before the journey across, including these tools.

On the way to the bar, after much inner struggle, the chubby man decided to play the role of an adventurous character, someone talkative, humorous, and witty.

By the time they arrived at the bar, the sun had just set, and Colonial Planet 103 welcomed a brand new night.

At sunset, Aier Bar would become a haven for mercenaries to relax. They'd spend the money they earned in a day for a good meal, a woman for pleasure, or a drink to relieve the day's fatigue.

The proprietress Sara clearly valued money very much. On cold and frosty days, Aier Bar would often open earlier to attract business for the day.

This time, the chubby man didn't swagger like yesterday. Instead, he quietly sat in an inconspicuous spot, munching on some unknown animal's roast meat, and sipped strong liquor in small sips...

In fact, to stay clear-headed, he only drank a little, nearly all of the remaining half-bottle was sneakily spilled out, creating an illusion that he had drunk significantly and was reeking of alcohol, when in fact, he was not drunk at all.

Zhang Xiaobo knew there was plenty of time throughout the night, enough for him to stealthily observe his target and seek out someone to strike up a conversation with, be it a man or a woman. What mattered was what the person needed. For instance, if it was money, he could delve into the conversation with a wad of cash, or maybe intoxicate a lush.

An hour quietly passed by during the not-too-long wait. Observing the colorful lights inside the bar and inhaling the thick scent of smoke and alcohol, he really enjoyed a big gulp, then stood up and walked step by step to the lady constantly soliciting business: "My beautiful canary, may I have this dance with you?"

The dancer was quite pretty and exuded an indescribable subtle fragrance. Hearing the request, she reflexively turned around and in less than a second scanned the chubby man from top to bottom, a fleeting sharpness in her eyes, "It would be my honor, but I need money more."

"If you can make me happy," the chubby man whispered seductively into the lady's ear while assiduously sniffing the scent emanating from her, and boldly stuffed the bills into her bosom in a unrestrained male fashion.

"Such a distinguished gentleman, Lilith is yours for the evening. Though, I do prefer you call me Canary," Lilith said, her cheeks blushing, her eyes curving into crescent moons, her gaze melting from scrutiny to tender affection in an instant, bashfully compelling compassion.

She was clearly seasoned in the ways of love, adept at manipulating a man's heart. The chubby man nearly succumbed, if not for the mission that demanded action.

But he didn't, "I merely appreciate your beauty, miss. If possible, I hope we can start with a drink first."

Which girl wouldn't like to be praised with the word 'beautiful', especially by such a generous spender (easy mark). At hearing the words, Lilith's smile widened, donned in the coquettish allure of an exquisite poppy, demure and subtly suggestive, with a touch of melancholic prettiness on her flushed face, "I was never a casual girl, but if you, sir..."

Lilith put on a pitiful look that could instantly overflow a man's sympathy, a picture of gentleness.

Listeners abound where there are singers. The chubby man played up his persona as a bold young explorer and his pity for women masterfully, "Beautiful lady, I want to know about your past, to learn more about your life. We have wine and your company, what would you like to drink?"

With misty eyes, Lilith didn't call for an overly priced Famela, seemingly considering the explorer's well-being and garnering even more sympathy, while she recounted her life's experiences over the years and savored the taste of the wine, with utmost caution.

Yet, even she could hardly avoid the vile act of the chubby man spiking her drink. It didn't take long before Lilith, overwhelmed with questions, became tipsy and inattentively drifted off to sleep, not lasting even an hour - a clear sign of incompetence for a hooker who treasured money above all else, but for a scoundrel like the chubby man with no moral scruples, it was not an issue at all.

The chubby man's goals were not limited to women. If women were just his means of acquiring intelligence, for men, thrilling adventure stories were enough to resonate with these mercenaries living on the edge.

He was very on point with topics for men. To them, the commonplace dancers held little interest, only the hard life of adventurous wanderings could invoke a sense of camaraderie. Although topics varied between men and women, men were evidently more accessible; just a glass of good wine and some tales were enough to become confidants in a short time.

Hours later, four people had collapsed drunk nearby the chubby man, two of whom were carried away, one called back by acquaintances. It was then that Sara, who had been observantly watching without attracting attention, realized that this unfamiliar chubby man sitting in the corner was somewhat interesting.

Then, under the avid gaze of many, Sara picked up her goblet and elegantly made her way toward the chubby man...

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