Chapter 48: The Greatest Thief in History, Part 2

In the vast universe, a pitch-black fleet sped through at high velocity. One moment it was deep in darkness, and the next it flashed by with lightning-like speed. Its terrifying pace even distorted the surrounding light. Wherever the fleet passed, chaotic energy trails formed a long rainbow—extremely beautiful.

In Li Feng’s cabin, the black-haired man sat quietly, saying nothing. The monkey beside him, however, was extremely anxious, scratching his head and jumping around.
“Boss, just tell me. What exactly are we going to steal? You can’t keep me in the dark. How am I supposed to cooperate?” Half a day had passed since the black-haired man brought him along, yet he still hadn’t told him the target of the mission. The monkey grew desperate and began to plead.

Unfortunately, even though he begged, the black-haired man remained silent. He merely gave him a cold glance and said nothing more. The monkey’s heart sank—he could tell the black-haired man was dissatisfied with his behavior.

He was right. This was indeed the black-haired man’s revenge for being too indulgent with the monkey. After all, when the black-haired man found him, he was indulging in revelry with a beautiful woman in a chaotic situation. If the black-haired man were a killer, he could have silently taken the monkey’s life. His vigilance had been far too low. Had a long period of comfort weakened the monkey’s fighting spirit? Looking at the monkey’s obsequious smile, the black-haired man didn’t know what to say—only shook his head.

Seeing the black-haired man’s expression, if the monkey hadn’t been sensible, he wouldn’t have been him. So the next moment, the restless guy obediently lowered his head and apologized.
“I’m sorry, boss. I’ve been a bit too indulgent lately. I’ll be more careful next time.”
“Hmph,” the black-haired man grunted lightly. He still didn’t speak, but his gaze softened slightly, easing the monkey’s anxiety. The monkey quickly added,
“Boss, don’t worry. Though I’ve been lax lately, I haven’t slacked off on my tasks. Just tell me what you need. If anything goes wrong, I won’t call myself Monkey anymore.”
“What will you call yourself then? Do you even remember your real name?” The black-haired man couldn’t help but laugh in amazement.

Speaking of which, there’s a story here. Back in the old Earth days, among those who followed the Black-Haired Thug, few had real names—most had nicknames. Each of them had their own secrets and was wanted by hundreds of authorities, so generally, even closest comrades wouldn’t ask about their true identities. Over time, everyone forgot their original names. Of course, whether they truly forgot or not, only they knew.

Glancing around, the Black-Haired Thug’s expression improved significantly. Seeing that Monkey really realized his mistake, he reached out and patted his shoulder.

“Monkey, it’s not that I want to make things difficult for you. But your recent performance has really disappointed me. You’re so careless that any assassin could take your life. In this world, you’re one of my closest people, and I don’t want to see that day come. If death is inevitable, I’d rather it be at my hands.”

“Boss…” Monkey’s eyes blurred.

He understood what the Black-Haired Thug meant. In the past, many comrades ended up this way. Due to the harsh combat conditions, severely injured warriors often asked their comrades to end their lives. This had become a common practice among the Black-Haired Thug’s group. Though his words were cruel, they also triggered memories of the past in Monkey.

“Alright, I get it.” Seeing Monkey moved, the Black-Haired Thug smiled bitterly and waved his hand. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to bring up those memories. So, let’s talk about business. Didn’t you want to know what we’re going to steal?”

“Yes. What are we going to steal?” Hearing this, Monkey immediately perked up, his earlier slump disappearing completely, leaving the Black-Haired Thug surprised.

“A large-scale energy supply system,” the Black-Haired Thug replied with a smile.

“An energy supply system?” Monkey scratched his head, looking confused. “With those madmen from Black Prison around, what system needs stealing? And why deploy such a large fleet?”

Glancing out the window, Monkey muttered again, “Three hundred large transport ships. Are you sure this is stealing?”

“Of course it is stealing. Do you think I can just raid it?” The Black-Haired Thug laughed and tapped Monkey’s head. “It’s just that the thing is too big. Without enough transport ships, I’m afraid we can’t bring it back. But don’t worry—those transport ships aren’t for carrying the goods. They’re only for propulsion. So they’ve been modified by those madmen from Black Prison. Internal pipelines have been added, along with over a hundred high-thrust engines. Each one has enough propulsion power to match the combined force of two Moor giant ships.”

“Good heavens. Are you crazy?” The monkey’s eyes widened at that description.
“Such a huge modification—what do you plan to use it for, to push a planet off its orbit?”
“That’s not it. If it were just one planet, I wouldn’t need such a massive modification. I think about twenty of these modified warships would be enough.” Blackhair replied with a smile, then whispered a name in the monkey’s ear.
“What!?” The monkey jumped in fright. “Is the target this time the Moorish space station!? That giant drum-shaped structure?”
“Why are you making such a racket? Is there any need to be so surprised?” Blackhair frowned. “I said it’s just a theft. You don’t need to worry.”
“Not worry!?” The monkey covered his head and made an exaggerated expression. “You tell me not to worry? I really don’t know if I’m crazy or you are. How can what you call ‘theft’ involve taking that huge thing back to Death Star without the Moors in that space station even noticing? Or can you just go tell them, ‘Sorry, I want to use your space station. So please leave your home and go out into space’?”
“Joking. This mission is worse than making an attempt to steal the Moorish emperor’s head. At least I’d have some hope. But carrying out this mission is like going straight to death…” The monkey protested. But seeing Blackhair’s increasingly serious expression, he eventually softened.
“Maybe we can give it a try?”
“It’s not a try—it must be done.” Blackhair shook his head seriously, pointing out the flaw in the monkey’s words. Then he changed the subject.
“But what you said does make sense. That’s why I used the word ‘theft’. Actually, ‘deception’ would be more accurate.”
“What do you mean?” The monkey’s eyes lit up as if he had figured something out.
“That’s right. The Seven-Six Star Station of Bloodpupil.” Blackhair nodded with a smile and tapped the monkey’s head. “Don’t forget, our poor Lord Bloodpupil is serving as governor there. It’s been so long—we’re sure he misses us terribly. Let’s give him a surprise. Hopefully, he won’t mind it coming so suddenly.”
“If it were me, my first thought upon hearing such a ‘surprise’ would be to blow your head off.” The monkey groaned, holding his head, then muttered.

“That requires having the ability for it first.” Black Hair wasn’t bothered at all. His gaze swept past the monkey’s shoulder to the window, where hundreds of giant transport ships were flying at lightning speed. If one weren’t familiar with them, they wouldn’t guess they were modified products. Their originally empty cargo holds were now filled with auxiliary engines, waiting for the moment to exert their power.
It really does resemble trailers… Black Hair thought with a smile.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the universe, Blood-Pupils was struggling with a mess of administrative tasks. In a spacious office, documents piled high on the desk. The poor Blood-Pupils glared at the Moorish officer in front of him and roared loudly.
“Damn it! Are you all pigs? How many times have I said it? Leave these matters to the Internal Affairs Department. Do we pay them so much every year just to raise pigs? Every day they ask me to approve everything. Hah!”
“But… but sir! According to imperial law, the Internal Affairs Department doesn’t have the authority to review these documents. Your signature is required.” The Moorish officer, splattered in spit by Blood-Pupils, still stood upright, though his face showed extreme distress, as if he might cry at any moment.
There was nothing he could do. It wasn’t a matter of his competence—anyone serving a boss like Blood-Pupils would end up in the same situation. After all, Blood-Pupils wasn’t cut out for internal affairs. In the past, governors of imperial space stations were specially trained in military academies; even if inexperienced, they were well-trained and would never neglect their duties. But not our Blood-Pupils. He simply divided the administrative work among various departments, giving each one a share. He himself ended up doing nothing all day. Yet even then, he wasn’t satisfied. The slightest request for his approval would earn him a scolding.
At first, many Moorish officers were furious at Blood-Pupils, a Pole, for being so arrogant. They reported the situation to their superiors. But instead of any help, they were ordered to handle it themselves. When over thirty Moorish officers eagerly tried to “resolve” things on their own, the result was… over thirty alien creatures resembling pig heads appearing on the streets of Station 763.
Black Hair was right. The bigger the fist, the older the brother. So now, all the officers at Station 763 were terrified of Blood-Pupils. They dared not approach him unless absolutely necessary, and even then, they had to carry a stack of handkerchiefs in their pockets to wipe their faces after being scolded.

“You bastard, listen to me!!” Hearing that a minor Moorish officer dared to talk nonsense in front of him, Blood Pup let out a fierce roar, grabbed the man by the collar, and lifted him up. “I say they handle it now. Stop annoying me the hell. Go there right now and tell them that. If some fool dares to make a sound, tell him to come find me. I’ll beat him so badly his own mother won’t recognize him! Now, get lost!!” With a single throw, the poor Moorish officer flew toward the door like a cannonball. As the door grew larger rapidly, the officer closed his eyes in resignation. With a soft “pop,” the officer didn’t experience the expected collision. Instead, he felt his body lighten and his collar tighten as he was lifted into the air again. Then, a mocking voice sounded in his ear. “Oh… who’s made our dear Blood Pup so angry again? Poor guy, why can’t you think things through?” (To be continued. For more updates, visit our site—more chapters available. Support the author and read legally!)