"I seem to have heard something incredible!" A strange voice suddenly appeared in the hall, and then a figure walked out of the spacious and bright hall.
"Who are you? How dare you break into the Galactic Patrol's headquarters!"
The patrolmen who were in charge of guarding around the hall shouted in horror when they noticed the abnormality, and then gathered in front of the Galactic King.
"Human!"
Seeing the appearance of the person in front of him, Gac shouted and then shook his head: "Impossible, humans don't have such strong Battle Power!"
Gac's eyes were very sharp, and there were few things that could escape his eyes, but how the person in front of him appeared, he didn't feel at all.
"No, he is not a human. If I am not wrong, he should be a Saiyan!" The Galactic King stared with his two big eyes, and the several legs of his lower body were constantly swaying in the air.
"He is a Saiyan, and he really looks exactly like a human. Galactic King, don't Saiyans all have tails?"
After listening, Gac suddenly realized and knocked his palm. So, Saiyans look like this. He whispered to the Galactic King: "Didn't they say that Saiyans are cruel and evil? Why don't I see any evil aura on him?"
"I don't know!" The Galactic King said.
"You are talking about Saiyans who used to be Vegeta. I am the leader of the East Area's Saiyans of Star Hongshan. Today, I am here to discuss a deal with you." Shaya's tone was calm, without the arrogance of the Saiyans in their legends.
Frowning, the Galactic King waved his hand to remove the protection on the side and said: "What do you want to discuss?"
Shaya walked over and casually sat on Gac's small spacecraft and said: "We Saiyans like to fight, not blindly destroy, so I think we have a lot of things to discuss between us. For example, defending the planet's peace, and fighting space pirates … "
"How can I trust you?"
"I don't need you to believe me. With the strength of the Galactic Patrol, it is impossible to deal with Saiyans. It would be better to let bygones be bygones and let Saiyans carry out some missions in Galactic organizations like other experts in the Milky Way Galaxy. This would be beneficial to both sides!"
Shaya's words contained an unquestionable toughness. With his strength, he was already unafraid of any organization.
The Galactic King frowned deeply and pondered for a moment. Joining forces with the Saiyans would not harm the strength of the Galactic Patrol. It could be said to be a win-win strategy.
"Yes, but the Saiyan's Battle Armor must be tattooed with the Galactic Patrol's logo."
Shaya shook his head and said: "Tattooing the logo is impossible. Saiyans are an independent race and are not subordinates of the Galactic Patrol!"
When they first joined the Flisa Force, all Saiyans wore Flisa Force's Battle Armor. However, since Shaya established the Saiyans of Star Hongshan, the new Battle Armor design has been removed from Flisa's logo. Now, it is even more impossible to print the logo of the Galactic Patrol.
"It's okay not to print the logo, but Saiyans cannot harm innocent lives when carrying out a mission. Otherwise, the cooperation will end here!" The Galactic King thought for a moment and made a concession.
"Okay, later I will send scientific and technical personnel to establish contact with the Galactic organizations. Oh, by the way, our Saiyan's main area of activity is the East Area, so when issuing a mission, you only need to issue a mission related to the East Area. We will not accept anything else. "
After saying that, without waiting for the Galactic King to respond, Shaya's body disappeared from the hall, leaving a group of patrolmen looking at each other in dismay.
After a while, they reacted.
"Galactic King, are we really going to cooperate with Saiyans? This isn't their conspiracy, right?" Some people were worried.
"Saiyans' reputation can be said to be notorious in the Milky Way Galaxy. I don't believe they will contribute to the peace of the Milky Way Galaxy."
"But if Saiyans don't cause trouble everywhere, our work will be much easier. Sigh, who would have thought that those people did not perish together with Vegeta …" In the face of Saiyans' strength, the Galactic Patrol really did not have an effective way to control them.
At this time, the nearby experts who received the message from the Galactic organizations arrived late. It was a defense squad composed of five people, each with a Battle Power of more than 10,000.
"Where are Saiyans?" A broken gong-like shout sounded.
"Mr. Dudunja, Saiyans have left …" A patrolman reminded in a low voice.
The burly man called Dudunja laughed heartily and said, "Did that Saiyan Monkey hear that this uncle is coming, so he ran away in fear!"
"Uh, because that Saiyan reached an agreement with us …" The patrolman explained the agreement between the Galactic organizations and Saiyans. Even now, as a witness, he still felt that what had just happened was somewhat inconceivable.
"What! Saiyans, that useless race, also have the face to talk about conditions? This uncle can beat them to the ground with one fist! "Dudunja said with a face full of disdain after listening.
Several companions who came with Dudunja also shook their heads. Their contempt for Saiyans can be said to come from the bottom of their heart! They didn't pay much attention to Saiyans during their heyday, not to mention the small number of people who survived after Vegeta was destroyed.
In their eyes, they were just some barbarians who had lost their homes, nothing more. How could they be called a Fighting Race?
"Hehe, Galactic King, when the organization gets in touch with Saiyans, send us their address. I want to see what is left of those Saiyans?"
"Okay!"
Galactic King readily agreed. He waved his tentacles and didn't take Dudunja's words to heart. Although Dudunja's group is rude and barbaric, their cooperation with the Galactic organizations has always been good. Since they want to find trouble with Saiyans, then let them go.
…
After returning to Star Hongshan, Shaya didn't go home directly, but wandered around the streets.
Around the city's leisure area, there were large and small arenas, which were places for Saiyans to compete and fight. Of course, there were many restrictions on the arenas, otherwise, with Saiyans' brute strength, no matter how big the arena was, it wouldn't be able to withstand Saiyan's attacks.
At this time, on one of the arenas, two Saiyans were fighting with each other. Their punches were full of strength, wantonly scattering, causing the onlookers to burst into cheers.
"Hehe, since coming to Star Hongshan, I feel that I have suddenly become a lot more free. Did you see, how enthusiastic the current martial arts atmosphere is!" The Saiyan onlookers grinned and said, using the recently very popular buzzword "martial arts" constantly on their lips.
"Yeah, in more than a year, my Battle Power has advanced by leaps and bounds. It has already increased by several thousand. Every time I see my Battle Power improving little by little, I can't help but feel excited."
"Sir Shaya is much more powerful than Vegeta The Great. He has such a strong strength at such a young age. Do you think that Sir Shaya is the legendary Super Saiyan!" A Saiyan suddenly had an idea.
"Yes, yes, it must be. Sir Shaya and Sir Nishi Aya both have such strength, they must be Super Saiyan!" The person who said this was obviously an admirer of Shaya and Nishi Aya.
"It's good that my energy has increased, but staying on this Star Hongshan, I feel that my bones are stiff. I don't know when I can go out and carry out missions!"
Such a sigh immediately resonated with the surrounding people, and many people nodded. They hadn't fought to their heart's content for two years, and their hearts were endlessly missing the joy of fighting to their heart's content!
Not far away, hearing their sigh, Shaya faintly smiled and silently thought in his heart, "The day of you fighting to your heart's content is coming soon."
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