Sitting on an overturned bucket on the rear scrubbing platform of Whale-Bus #12, Poacher-Captain Hook cradled a large earthenware bowl of Auntie Qin’s steaming Star-Jade Cabbage. Moreover, Pork-Bone Soup in both hands, slurping the rich, milky-white broth so fast that tears of pure gratitude ran down his scarred cheeks.
After spending forty years eating moldy space-hardtack on pirate ships. Moreover, The last two hours getting bounced like a beach ball with spicy barnacles clamped to his trousers. That single bowl of warm, home-cooked soup with crispy golden pork cracklings tasted like heaven itself.
“Talk,” Gu Changsheng said calmly, standing in front of the kneeling poacher with his arms crossed over his canvas apron while twelve-year-old Gu Nian, thirteen-year-old Ye Xiao, ten-year-old Su Nuannuan, eight-year-old Jiang Tuntun. Three-year-old Little Fifth listened closely around him.
“What is this ‘Blood-Evolution Tournament’ on Worlds #6 and #7, and why did Mo Fan order fifty thousand Blood-Barnacles?”
Captain Hook set his empty soup bowl down carefully on the deck and shuddered.
“Worlds #6 and #7 are a pair of connected twin planets at the far end of the Sector 5 Corridor called the Twin Beast-Taming Realms,” Captain Hook confessed, holding up three trembling fingers next to his iron hook. “Three years ago, a fellow named Mo Fan awakened the Chosen-One ‘[Apex Predator Blood-Contract System].’ His system grows stronger whenever contracted spirit.
