Chapter 25: The Fierce Universe, Section 8

Once upon a time, there was a company commander who was poor and powerless, with only about a hundred soldiers under his command. He was stationed alone in the deep mountains, and the nearest town was half a day’s walk away.

This commander had a temper as fierce as fire. Every day, he made his hundred soldiers train to the point of exhaustion. Physical training took place regardless of weather—less than three thousand push-ups wasn’t considered warm-up enough, and frog jumps had to be counted in kilometers. As a result, his soldiers were eager to go on even a five-kilometer run, thinking it was a sort of outing… though they still had to carry backpacks weighing over twenty kilograms.

Logically, such a commander should have suffered badly both inside and outside the army. Yet strangely, the opposite was true. At the year-end evaluation, he received 100% approval. Not a single soldier in the company spoke ill of him—this was even the result of anonymous voting.

It all came down to one thing.

Two soldiers from the company went to the town to make purchases and encountered an act of bullying. These two soldiers, who trained hard every day and were full of anger, ignored the army’s rule against disturbing civilians and beat the bullies. When they returned, both were bruised and swollen. Hiding it was out of the question, so they bravely reported it to their commander. But to their surprise, when the commander saw them enter with bruised faces and heard the reason behind their actions, his first question was…

“Did you win or lose?”

“We won,” the soldiers replied honestly.

“Haha, good. My soldiers are indeed not cowards. Go back. I’ll take responsibility if anything happens.”

The two soldiers returned overjoyed. This incident soon became a joke among the company’s soldiers. Many years later, when the two soldiers were about to be discharged and go home, they drank too much at their farewell party and brought up the topic again.

“Commander, what if we had lost that day?”

The commander flew into a rage and slammed his glass on the table.

“Damn it! What do you think? Sound the whistle—everyone, get armed and assemble immediately!!!”

…

The above is a true story that happened in Huaguo. It shows just how protective the people of Huaguo are—Hei Fa is no exception.

Though he seemed calm on the surface, in reality, he was also furious over the monkey’s serious injury. But one thing he remembered clearly.

A man must reclaim what he has lost with his own hands. That is the spirit of a man. Even in his role as both a leader and a brother, he has no right to interfere in the monkeys’ actions—unless the monkeys die. However, Hei Fa is more than willing to receive some interest in advance. On this trip, Li Feng brought thousands of units of various rare ores in his ship’s cabin. Though he didn’t know exactly which ones the Moors needed, it was enough to get by. The problem was how to integrate into their base as quickly as possible. Undoubtedly, since it was a military operation, the area would be heavily guarded. If just one ship like Li Feng’s were discovered, it would likely be destroyed in an instant. So Hei Fa put a lot of effort into disguise. The race he disguised himself as was called the Bor, a humanoid species. In terms of both physique and appearance, they were 70% similar to humans, though their height reached nearly three meters—twice that of ordinary humans. Their skin was also dark brown. For this reason, the Wandering Tribe provided Hei Fa with morphing cells, allowing him to temporarily increase his height and change his skin color. However, these cells were temporary with a very short lifespan, so every night, those involved in the infiltration had to be re-injected to maintain their appearance. Now, Hei Fa was a giant over three meters tall with dark brown skin. If Li Feng’s cabin hadn’t been spacious enough, he probably wouldn’t have been able to stand at all. The darkness of reverse space passed in an instant. As the transition energy halo flickered, Hei Fa’s vision suddenly brightened. Had they arrived at the coordinates? The crew in the cabin rushed to the portholes, stunned by what they saw. Before them lay a huge, unimaginable cylindrical artificial celestial body. It was called unimaginably large because even compared to a planet, its volume was less than one-fifth of that of a planet—assuming that planet was at least the size of the Capital Star. But that was just the surface; what was truly astonishing was the craftsmanship of this celestial body! Its outer shell was made of the same light yellow stone as those Moor giant ships! People had long witnessed the durability of those Moor giant ships, and this light yellow stone had also been mentioned in speculations. Many members of the Black Prison faction believed that this very stone was the source of the Moor giant ships’ formidable defense. But since they were focused on cracking data crystals and building the Thor Fortress, they didn’t have time to study it yet.

But one thing is certain: this kind of stone is by no means ordinary. Its reserves certainly cannot be widespread—otherwise, humanity would have discovered it long ago.
No wonder people are surprised. After all, this artificial celestial body is as large as five planets. How much material and effort must have gone into creating such a huge object?
The Moors… very good… very powerful…
“Head, have you ever seen such a magnificent structure before?” Blood-Pupil murmured.
“No. But now I have.” Black-Hair lit a cigarette for himself, only to find that what seemed suitable before now felt like a toothpick. He frowned.
“Then shall we go in?”
“Obviously.”
At that moment, the main screen of the Wind of Fury suddenly experienced fluctuations, with severe interference. Before anyone could react, a language unknown to anyone appeared inside the warship. Everyone was stunned, then quickly pressed down on their earpieces, which served as translators.
“This is Moor Clan’s Star Station No. 763. Vessel approaching, identify yourself immediately. Stay where you are and await inspection.”
“Haven’t we already replaced our ship’s markings with those of the Bor clan? Why another inspection?” Blood-Pupil asked Black-Hair in confusion.
Hearing his words, everyone’s hearts rose in alarm.
Could it be that the Moors had already begun to doubt us?
“Continue the disguise,” Black-Hair replied indifferently, his expression as calm as ever. “All hands, be on high alert. Do not fire without orders. Send a message saying we accept the inspection.”
The message was sent quickly. After a while, everyone suddenly saw one end of the cylindrical artificial celestial body slowly open, revealing a giant spaceship.
A Moor giant ship!! It was indeed them.
Everyone became excited.
The Moor giant ship arrived swiftly, its imposing presence sending everyone’s hearts into their throats. As it got closer, people could even see its massive cannons, which rotated slightly, seemingly aiming at the Wind of Fury. Finally, it stopped above the Wind of Fury, and a soft blue light emanated from its belly, slowly enveloping the entire ship.
The people in the cabin immediately felt extremely uncomfortable, as if something was pressing down on them. The air seemed to be slowly solidifying, creating an oppressive atmosphere that made one want to vomit blood. Seeing this, Blood-Pupil chuckled.

“Is this the inspection process? I thought they were going to come aboard.” “Shut up,” Black Hair frowned. “It’s a scanning beam. Our conversations might be recorded. Stay quiet. Li Feng should be able to handle it.”
Hearing this, everyone in the cabin immediately fell silent. No one dared say a word.
Indeed, Black Hair had done a great deal of preparation for this infiltration. With his expertise in mechanical control, combined with Li Feng’s advanced skills, faking the internal footage of a warship was no problem at all. But if their voices were detected, things would get messy. If it disrupted Black Hair’s plan, they probably wouldn’t forgive themselves.
The atmosphere in the cabin grew increasingly tense. Someone must have noticed first. At some point, a pale blue glow appeared in the cabin—exactly the same color as what had been scanned earlier!!
Could this scanning frequency really penetrate the entire warship? Wouldn’t that mean no secret could remain hidden?
“Boss, are you sure there won’t be any problems?” Seeing this glow, Blood Eyes finally grew nervous and asked in a low voice through the internal channel.
“Don’t worry. There won’t be any problems. Li Feng has analyzed the scanning frequency. To them, we’re just a cargo ship loaded with goods.” Black Hair closed his eyes slightly, as if asleep.
“That’s good.” Blood Eyes patted his chest, finally showing a relieved expression.
The scanning proceeded quickly. In less than three minutes, the sound resembling metal friction rang out in the cabin again.
“Inspection complete. No problems. Welcome, Lord Beck of the Bor tribe. You may dock at Dock 3125. Please ensure someone stays on board during your stay. The space station has been a bit unstable lately. We’re doing our best to maintain order, but it will take some time. Hopefully, this won’t affect your mood. Also, once you enter the station, pay attention to the bulletin board. There will be some new measures implemented soon. If you’re lucky, you might find what you’re looking for.”
“Oh? Unstable security—are those damned Chel people causing trouble again?” Black Hair suddenly asked calmly.
The Chel tribe was a race that loved to cause trouble and was the arch-rivals of the Bor tribe. This was information Black Hair had obtained from data crystals. There was more such information, though fragmented, but it provided a lot of useful details.

“Oh, of course not, Lord Baker. This has nothing to do with the Chel. Please don’t bring your racial disputes into official matters. But if you really want to know, I can reveal a little to you—of course, in exchange, I want ten tons of Baby ore.”
“No problem,” the dark-haired man nodded cheerfully. He knew that the so-called Baby ore was actually human amethyst ore. Though rare, he had plenty in his cabin—enough to handle the situation.
However, the prosecutor’s next words froze his smile…