Soul-Slaying Girl: All the contracts I contracted are ancient divine weapons.

Under the swirling sawdust, Punk finally saw the two men's movements clearly.

He suddenly realized that he seemed to have misunderstood something.

There was at least a whole person's distance between Han Zhan and his sister. They were innocent and nothing happened.

The most important thing is that after his anger subsided, Punk suddenly remembered that he seemed to have used a wooden box to headshot a ninth-level strongest man...a ninth-level strongest...

Punk swallowed.

"It was a misunderstanding," he tried to explain.

"Yes, this is indeed a misunderstanding." Han Zhan nodded, but he did not react much to Punk's recklessness.

As long as he wanted to, a second-level alien human could be crushed to death with one finger.

But Han Zhan did not intend to do this.

"A misunderstanding is a misunderstanding, but you are already an adult, Punk."

"You need to pay for your misunderstanding, and by the way, the time when you and I first met."

As Han Zhan spoke, he raised the energy suppressors he still wore on his wrists to Punk.

When Punk saw Han Zhan like this, and then saw his sister's expression, he knew that Aisha should have known all the things he had done before.

He lowered his head and his tone became a little lower.

"I understand, Lord Zhan. You are a kind and strong man, different from those high and mighty men."

"I am willing to confess to you and atone for my previous and recent offenses. Please don't embarrass my sister."

From what Punk meant, he mistakenly thought that Elsa was kneeling on the ground because he was putting pressure on her?

However, Han Zhan did not intend to explain.

He nodded slightly and said, "Very good. Seeing how cooperative you are, I do have a task here that I need you to complete."

"If you can complete it, then all the unpleasantness we had before will be wiped out."

"Mission? What mission!" Punk asked quickly.

"It has been almost half a day since I left Camp Tukalu. But it seems that the expected pursuers have not arrived."

Han Zhan's original plan was to use Tukalu as an entry point to the problem to open up Yongsha Star and dig out more secrets.

But the direction of things seemed to be different from what I expected.

"There will be no pursuers." Unexpectedly, Punk shook his head as if he had foreseen it, "Tukalu is the earth emperor in the east of the Uda Desert, and even the interstellar hyenas avoid Tukalu camp. The place."

"No one will go to the camp to investigate the situation. Even if everyone died in the camp, they would not be discovered on the same day."

Seeing that Punk's words were clear and logical, Han Zhan followed his words and asked, "Then when do you think it will be until someone discovers that Tukalu and his cronies are dead?"

Punk thought for a moment and replied: "At least one day later."

"Because one day later will be the day when Tukalu will transport slaves to the main city every month. On that day, someone from the main city will come in person."

"In other words, we still have one day to prepare? This is indeed good news." Han Zhan said after listening.

Punk was stunned when he heard his words.

Prepare? What preparations are there, what else is there to prepare for?

Are you ready to fight the Allied forces sent from the main city?

Punk suddenly thought that in front of him was a top level nine-level powerful man, and he suddenly started to look forward to it.

He seemed to be able to see the scene where the Allied forces could not survive the Korean War and were completely wiped out.

"You're planning to kill them all, right?"

"This was my original plan. But after meeting you, this plan changed."

Han Zhan answered truthfully, "The key to unlocking the energy suppressor is in the hands of the slave master. I care more about restoring my full strength than starting a massacre on a group of weak people."

"Besides, I don't plan to reveal my identity too soon."

This is an adjustment made by Han Zhan through judgment on some details after chatting with Punk.

The treasure of Yongsha Star, if the Lord of Yongsha is really a fallen god, then his treasure will be such a big attraction.

However, the planet that Han Zhan sees now is just some low-level indigenous people jumping around.

This is extremely illogical.

Either the treasure of the Lord of Yongsha is fake, or there are already ninth-level experts who have been in position early and are planning in advance secretly.

No matter which one, he cannot expose himself too early, otherwise he will fall into passivity.

"Without revealing your identity?" After hearing Han Zhan's words, it was Punk's turn to be confused. "How can we get the key without revealing our identity?"

Punk asked back almost subconsciously.

He saw Han Zhan's eyes falling on him, and he had an ominous premonition.

"This is your mission."

"My task is to help you seize the key from the slave owner? No, it's impossible, this is absolutely impossible." Punk said without hesitation, "Although the slave owner is from the sub-city, his strength should also reach The fourth level, and the personal guards composed of third-level and fourth-level soldiers.”

"How can I, a mere second-level person, seize the key?"

"I'm not asking you to seize the key." Han Zhan interrupted.

"You just have to do one thing well."

"Send me as a slave to the slave owner. I will find the key myself."

After Han Zhan finished speaking, he didn't speak again and waited for Punk's answer.

Punk glanced at his sister Elsa who was still kneeling on the ground, and the hesitation in his eyes disappeared.

"This task, I took it!"

……

East of Uda Desert, Tukalu Camp.

The campground was very deserted that day, with not a single person moving around.

Occasionally, hunters who came over to sell "goods" wandered outside the camp for a while. Seeing that no one came out to pick them up, and having no courage to enter the camp, they had no choice but to give up.

Punk's analysis is not wrong.

A whole day passed, and no one in the camp came in, let alone discovered that Tukalu had died long ago.

As for the smell of blood.

There was no smell of blood in the Tukaloo camp, and that was a strange thing to be wary of.

On this day, it was near evening.

A long motorcade appeared on the road outside Tukalu Camp.

The ten uniform military trucks have an eagle logo engraved on the front of the truck, which represents the Allied Forces.

In the first truck, there was a lazy lady sitting.

She was looking out the window at the slum houses that were as dilapidated as patches of earth, as well as the scavengers and beggars she saw along the way, with a look of disdain in her eyes.

"That's why I hate the local native slaves."

"Although alien slaves are a bit more expensive, their quality is still much higher than those of local aborigines."

"Tukalu sent me a message the night before yesterday, saying that he had caught a human race boy worth five hundred sapis?"

At this point, she licked her lips, "I hope he won't disappoint me."