Miss Star, spoiled by her father and brother

Chapter 631 Father and son reunited

Although it's unclear what their true intentions are, they should logically be competitors. The fact that they didn't have the chance to wipe them all out suggests that this group doesn't intend to kill them for the time being.

"Who are you...?" the blond man asked tentatively.

"You take money and do things for people. You're probably the same, right?"

The blond man sighed and readily admitted, "Sigh, I didn't expect this deal to be so difficult."

“Who says otherwise? We’re all in the same business, so we should help each other out. Besides, this godforsaken place… it’s really going to be a bit of a struggle. How about we work together? That way, we’ll both have a way to explain ourselves.”

"That makes sense. Then let's have a pleasant collaboration."

The mercenary leader watched his opponent's performance and couldn't help but find it amusing, feeling quite pleased with himself for having fooled him.

Do you really think you can fool him? Ridiculous. Don't you even look in the mirror? You've already internalized the military ways.

A gasp caught the blond man's attention. He turned to look at his teammate and asked with concern:

"how's it going?"

"It pierced through, damn it..."

"Who else is injured? Go over there and stop the bleeding. Those who can move around normally, come with me and find the bodies of our brothers."

"Do you need help?"

"No need," the blond man coldly refused.

The mercenary leader shrugged and then went to look at the captured prisoners.

The blond man grew angrier the more he counted the corpses, and finally kicked one of them hard to vent his anger.

There were 32 people who came in with him, but now less than half are left, with 17 lost...

Of the remaining 15 people, only 9 can continue to participate in the operation.

These damn natives!!!

The blond man stormed toward the pile of prisoners and began to vent his anger on them with fists and feet.

One of the seriously injured men was lying on the ground, unable to move.

His close companions stared intently at the scene, struggled to break free of their restraints, and lunged at the blond man.

The blond man reacted quickly, dodging to the side and simultaneously throwing a punch that landed heavily on the man's stomach. The man doubled over in pain, and the blond man followed up with a kick, sending him sprawling to the ground. Those around were stunned by the sudden turn of events, and the atmosphere instantly became tense.

The blond man, panting heavily, sneered and then took off his gun and threw it to his teammates. He then used his fists to beat the two men until they were breathless.

Seeing that he had vented his anger enough, the mercenary leader slowly stepped forward to stop him.

"Alright, alright, these people are still useful, that's enough..."

In the meantime, the team members who were more seriously injured have received emergency treatment.

The blond man messaged the pilot, telling him to bring the starship over.

A dozen or so team members can still collect the body. In this temperature and humidity, if left unattended, a person would stink in half a day.

"What do you mean? Do you have anyone here who can communicate with the locals?" the mercenary leader asked.

He had just tried, gesturing wildly with the photo in his hands, but the locals didn't react at all. They completely refused to cooperate.

That makes sense, considering how many of them we've killed. But this can't go on like this.

The blond man glanced to the side, relieved that his teammate who could speak Guderian was still alive.

He slowly circled the group of people, observing them as he went.

There weren't many survivors left; two had just been killed. The remaining five men all looked strong and robust, with unyielding eyes.

But right now, he wanted to know something else more than any clue about the drug.

The blond man picked up a gun from the ground, glanced at it, bent down, and asked, "This isn't yours, is it? Can you tell me where you got it from?"

No one uttered a sound.

"If you don't want to talk about it, that's fine. Let's change the subject."

The blond man nonchalantly tossed the rope gun aside. He knew exactly where it came from at a glance; what intrigued him more was how the two had become connected and whether they had established some form of cooperation.

If the answer is yes, it will be very disadvantageous for them.

"Stop rambling and ask something useful. Who knows, maybe it's some unlucky bunch that got wiped out and left behind," one of the mercenary men urged.

The blond man's teammate glared at him: "Show some respect to us, to the captain!"

"Third brother!" the mercenary leader snapped.

The blond man raised his hand to indicate that his team members were unharmed, then found the picture of the Ula grass again and said, "Take us to find it, and you still have a chance to live."

“We didn’t mean to hurt you; we just wanted what we wanted. If you don’t talk, I’m going to go find those kids. Maybe they’ll be easier to pry open.”

When the children were mentioned, the Goodell man's eyes flickered slightly, but he remained silent.

The blond man moved to stand in front of another person, squatted down, and said with a smile, "You're their leader, right?"

"I notice your attire is different from others. Do these patterns have any special meaning?"

The chief's hair was a mess of tangled tangles, and his face was a smear of sweat, dust, and blood. A piece of grass was even more comically stuck in his beard.

Watching so many of his people die before his eyes, his grief and anger had turned into numbness. It felt as if a hole had been ripped out of his chest, and all the strength had been drained from his body. Only when he looked at the culprit did the flames of hatred ignite in his eyes.

"You need to understand that besides us, countless others on this planet are looking for you. Do you think the rest of them can escape?"

"If you're willing to help me, I can provide you with protection, how about it?"

"You don't want to see your entire clan killed, or even wiped out, right?"

The team members translated these words truthfully.

The chief and the remaining few remained unmoved.

Who doesn't know what these people are up to? They might fool little kids, but getting them to believe them—forget it!

The mercenaries grew impatient and stepped forward, saying, "Your approach won't work, let's use force! Let's see how long they can hold out!"

The laser gun first struck both thighs, then pressed against the chief's chin: "Will you talk or not!?"

The chief was deathly pale, his gums were bleeding from biting them, and his body was arched over from the intense pain.

The mercenary grabbed his hair, forcing him to look up: "The next shot will be to the head..."

The cold sweat on my forehead trickled into my eyes, stinging and making me want to cry.

In his blurred vision, the chief felt as if he saw a black shadow in the sky.

Is it the Black Impermanence who came to pick him up...?

That's good... My wife shouldn't have gone far down there, and there's also the priest, Agula, Mondi, and the others...

The faces of family and friends flashed by one by one, the chief closed his eyes, and the shadow looming above grew larger and larger.

"Watch out! Retreat quickly!!!"

The blond man suddenly shouted, and the mercenary who was about to strike paused for a moment.

A whistling sound came from above, accompanied by immense pressure.

The mercenary realized the danger, but it was too late.

The moment I looked up, my neck was severed by a single stroke. It slowly rolled down the smooth cut to the ground.

The chief suddenly opened his eyes and saw that beneath the "unpredictable" mask was the face he had been longing for day and night...