The scene became very strange. Han Lang was actually fighting with a slave. You punched me, and I punched you back. Both of their faces were covered in blood. As they fought, they spoke in a language that Horton did not understand.
Obviously, the two of them were not really fighting to the death. Otherwise, there would not be so little blood at the scene. It looked more like they were venting their suppressed emotions.
The two of them fought like crazy for more than ten minutes before they sat on the ground, panting heavily.
"Your fists are very hard." Clark spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva and said to Han Lang in Earth's language.
Smiling faintly, Han Lang said, "You're not bad yourself. Ten years ago, when you appeared out of nowhere, I was just a child. I was filled with admiration for you. Who would have thought that the first time we met would be here, and we even fought."
Clark was still a little confused. He scratched his head and said, "I remember Earth. It seems to be a very important place to me, but I forgot what Earth looks like."
Swoosh ~
Han Lang's finger gently touched the space ring, took out a tablet computer, and opened the picture album.
"Look, this is Earth, the home of us Earthlings. Beautiful, right? This is the continent, this is the ocean, my home is here, Huaxia, your home is here, America. "
Clark looked at it attentively. These pictures seemed to evoke memories buried deep in his heart. Once he saw this blue planet, Clark felt a sense of familiarity from the bottom of his heart. Unfortunately, his memories were very blurry, and that sense of familiarity did not allow him to recall too many things from the past.
"Look, this is a picture of you when you set off for the Galaxy Convention. My goodness, everyone on Earth came to send you off."
"This is a picture of you when you broke through the A7 ruins in ninth place. At that time, you announced in high spirits on the live broadcast that Earth had stood up from then on! That it would never be bullied again! As long as you, Clark, are alive, Earth will always be free. "
"At that time, I was only seven years old. When I heard what you said, I cried on the spot. In the end, once the Galaxy Convention ended, you disappeared without a trace. To think that I still have your picture. Tell me, should I not beat you up?"
Although he couldn't remember the past, Clark still felt ashamed after hearing Han Lang's words.
Memories could be erased, but the feelings in one's heart would always be there. Clark believed in Han Lang. When Han Lang saw him, he became so emotional. When Clark saw the pictures of Earth, he could not help but tear up. These were the most sincere feelings.
"I … I …" Clark stammered, not knowing what to say.
Han Lang was clearly younger than Clark by more than ten years, but at that moment, he patted Clark's shoulder like a big brother and said in a deep voice, "You don't have to say anything else. The Earth will not forget any Earthling, much less abandon any Earthling. It's good that you're still alive. Come back with me. What happened in the past is not important.
Mm!
Clark's eyes reddened and he nodded heavily.
Han Lang's body relaxed as he laid on the ground. He raised his head to look at the spotlights on the roof and said with a smile, "It's great that you can come back. Otherwise, I would have died sooner or later if I had to bear so much pressure alone."
Clark seemed to remember something and asked in a low voice, "Is there anyone else in my family?"
Han Lang nodded. "You're much luckier than me. Your father, your mother, and your sister are all alive and well. Originally, the federal government had arranged very good living conditions for them, but after you disappeared, they moved out of the house given to them by the government and returned to the ranch where you used to live."
"Your sudden disappearance must have put a lot of pressure on them and made them very sad."
Clark was startled and he clenched his fists.
"Let's go home. Your family will be very happy to see you." Han Lang pulled Clark up and said.
Go home?
What a close name. Clark could not suppress the excitement in his heart, and his eyes became wet again.
As soon as Clark moved, the alloy chain that bound him made a sound.
* Kacha *
Han Lang raised his wrist gently, and a small knife immediately stretched out from his sleeve and cut the alloy chain.
Han Lang brought Clark to the door and said to the dumbfounded Horton, "Unlock his gene lock."
Horton was shocked, and he frowned and said, "But he …"
Han Lang smiled and said, "Trust me. Your gene lock will not allow you to fully control him. I will pay you what you deserve. I want this man." Hearing this, Han Lang nodded and said, "Trust me.
Horton saw Han Lang's attitude, and he reluctantly unlocked the gene lock on Clark's hands.
Returning to the upper level of the prison, the moment Clark appeared, the people of the Red Dragon Race started shouting excitedly. They did not use the common language of the Milky Way Galaxy, but the tribal language.
"What are they saying?" Han Lang asked Clark.
"Oh, they are calling my name, the Destroyer." Perhaps Clark was afraid that Han Lang would misunderstand, so he added, "The Destroyer is my name in the tribe."
Han Lang nodded slightly and said to Horton, "Professor, I will buy all of these people. In order to make you feel at ease, the gene locks of the warriors will still be kept, but please remove the gene locks of the old, weak, sick, children, and women. Also, give them some food and put it on my tab."
Horton did not think it was a problem to unlock the gene lock of the children and women, so he arranged for his men to do as Han Lang said.
Han Lang and Clark patrolled the prison cell filled with slaves together. The Red Dragon Race, be it warriors or elders, all bowed to Clark when they saw him. In the prison cell, there were about seventy to eighty thousand people from the Red Dragon Race, and they made up the majority. There were also some other races. They were not too fond of Clark, but they were also very wary of him.
Clark extended his hand and gave a thumbs-up. The Red Dragon also extended his hand from his cell and did the same thing. The thumbs of the two parties were pressed together. It seemed to be a special ceremony of this race.
"This is the chief of the tribe, Mu Tata." Clark pointed at a rather spirited old man and said.
Han Lang looked at him and saw that the old man was not ordinary. The Red Dragons all had red hair, and the brighter the color, the higher the bloodline.
Although Mu Tata was old and clumsy, his head of red hair was like a burning cloud, extending from the top of his head to his back. This was also a characteristic of the Red Dragon Race. Many people in the Milky Way discriminated against the Red Dragon Race as monkeys covered in red fur. Other than that, the Red Dragon Race wasn't much different from humans.
Han Lang bowed to Mu Tata and said, "Greetings, leader. This is not the time to talk. Please bear with it for a while. When we leave this place, I will treat you to a drink."
Mu Tata knew that Han Lang wanted to buy him and his people, but he did not expect Han Lang to treat him so well.
Nodding solemnly, Mu Tata said in the common language of the Milky Way, "The Destroyer is the number one warrior of our race. He believes in you, and so do I. You are a friend of the Red Dragons!"
Han Lang was stunned and said with some surprise, "So you can speak the common language of the Milky Way?"
Mu Tata sighed and said, "Most people in the tribe can say that after being hunted by humans for thousands of years, the common language of the Milky Way, warship technology, and weapon technology are all compulsory subjects in the tribe. All the races that are not good at learning have long been wiped out by you humans."
Han Lang did not say anything. In order to dominate the Milky Way, the humans had never been good to other races. Old Mo had once complained to Han Lang that most of the Chiefs had become Skinners because they had been forced to do so by the powerful humans.
Han Lang had Clark stay in the square in the center of the prison to continue interacting with the Red Dragon warriors while he followed Horton to his office.
Horton handed Han Lang a form and asked, "Thirteen five-star slaves, two hundred and forty-five four-star slaves, three thousand one hundred and thirty-nine three-star slaves. There are close to twenty thousand two-star and one-star slaves in total. The rest are ordinary slaves, women, children, and the elderly. The total number is over one hundred and fifty thousand. Do you really want to take all of these slaves in one bite?"
"Yes," Han Lang added. "Also, I need a large high-speed cargo ship and enough supplies."
Horton smiled. "That's not a problem. Give me two days, and the slaves I've placed in other markets will be delivered here. At the same time, the cargo ship and supplies you want will be ready. As for the price, I'll give you a twenty percent discount. That God of War is a human, after all, and he knows you. Let him leave with you, brother, and we'll forget about this matter and never mention it again. What do you think?"
Han Lang nodded.
Ever since the Dark Net had a large number of index systems, prices had become more and more transparent. Looking up the slave price index of the past year, one could find out what the current price of a slave was and what the average price was over the past three months or a year. A twenty percent discount from the average price would be the final transaction price.
As for Han Lang's payment, it was very simple. Not only did the Dark Net have the slave price index, but it also had the blueprint price index. Han Lang would pay Horton a sufficient number of blueprints according to the current market price of the blueprints, and the deal would be concluded.
Did Horton like to trade blueprints?
Of course he did. Blueprints were the hard currency of the Dark Net. If they were traded in galactic coins, this deal would involve hundreds of billions of dollars. Although the Dark Net had no lack of financial experts, it was still very troublesome to keep track of the accounts. The galactic coin trading system was, after all, a public system.
Using a hard currency like blueprints as payment, he only needed to put them in a small bag. Horton could turn the blueprints into cash whenever he needed money, so it would be strange if he did not like Han Lang's blueprints.
As for Clark, how would a smart person like Horton dare to accept money? Han Lang and Clark obviously knew each other. If one day Clark came back to his senses and remembered that Han Lang had once captured him as a slave, he would look for Horton to settle the score. That would be very troublesome.
..
Two days later, a brand new Pro-class high-speed cargo ship set sail back to Earth.
Han Lang was in his room, using a computer to connect to the Dark Net. He saw Zong Wudao. This stubborn old man was still as serious as before, as if everyone owed him money.
"Teacher, I'm going back. This deal with Horton is considered a success." Han Lang thanked Zong Wudao seriously.
"Considered a success?" Zong Wudao pursed his lips and said, "Yes, it's a big win. I didn't expect you to be so lucky, kid. You found Clark just by buying a slave, and Clark has become a figure admired by the Red Dragon Tribe. He's the number one expert in the tribe."
"You're not buying a slave. You're adding a loyal super army to Earth! No matter why the Red Dragon Tribe accepted Clark, based on my understanding of this tribe, as long as they recognize Clark as a brother, they will not hesitate to sell their lives for him and Earth. "
"If I remember correctly, Clark's superpower is Heaven Evasion!?"
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