Quick Transmigration: Why did you provoke him? He's love-struck!

Chapter 443 The Predator Trapping Plan (42)

Yan Zhen said in a boastful tone, "Now we've been married for five years and our child is almost two years old. He finally stopped thinking about running away, so I agreed to go back to A001 with him to take a look."

At this point, Yan Zhen turned to Qin Ma, who was in tears, and said, "Let me make this clear: since you don't want him anymore, you're not allowed to bother him anymore, lest he keep thinking about going back to A001 and refuse to settle down and take good care of the child."

After this barrage of blows, Qin's mother finally couldn't hold back and burst into tears.

At this moment, the transmitted virus completely invaded the spaceship. With a "click," all functions inside the spaceship stopped working, plunging it into darkness.

Only Qin Ma's heartbroken sobs could be heard in the darkness.

Soon, the cockpit door was blasted open from the outside, and Qin Shao appeared in the doorway: "Jiang Ti?"

"They're here." Yan Zhen strode out. "Have those people been dealt with?"

"Ah."

"Let's go." Yan Zhen took his hand and walked towards the exit.

Qin Shao subconsciously followed her, then glanced back at the cockpit where the crying echoed: "What happened to her?"

“I got beaten up,” Yan Zhen said. “Your mother is quite fragile. She held a gun to my head, and I slapped her, and she cried like this.”

Qin Shao: "..."

The stalled spaceship hatch opened easily, and the two had just jumped down when they heard the sound of a spacecraft overhead, accompanied by Haier's shout: "Sister Jiang, brother-in-law!"

The two looked up and saw that Haier had come to pick them up.

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Four hours later, the aircraft landed on an island thousands of miles from Eastfin.

The island is not large, but it is notorious as a "money pit" and a "no man's land".

This place is rife with prostitution, gambling, and drugs, and drug dealers congregate here. It is also the largest drug transit and trading center in A001.

To help customers conceal their identities when making transactions and spending money here, the island has installed high-precision anti-tracking and shielding devices. No matter who comes here, they will disappear without a trace, like a drop of water disappearing into the ocean.

The three of them found a hotel and checked in. Haier deliberately lagged behind Qin Shao by two steps and whispered to Yan Zhen behind him, "Sister Jiang, what happened? Your brother-in-law doesn't seem to be in a good mood."

Yan Zhen: "Want to know?"

Haier nodded.

"Go ask him."

Haier immediately shook his head: "I dare not, and my brother-in-law may not be willing to tell me."

"That's right." Yan Zhen patted his shoulder. "Don't pry into things that the person doesn't want to talk about."

Haier: "..."

Haier booked three rooms. When Qin Shao entered his room, Yan Zhen stopped him and asked, "Do you need me to stay with you?"

Qin Shao shook his head: "I want to be alone for a while."

"Okay, call me if you need anything."

Yan Zhen went back to her room and took a shower; it was already daylight outside.

After a long night of running around, Yan Zhen was so sleepy that his eyelids were drooping and he fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

Yan Zhen woke up hungry, not knowing how long he had slept.

She opened her eyes, raised her hand to look at the miniature quantum computer on her wrist, and realized it was already afternoon.

There was a message from Haier on the floating screen, sent two hours ago, asking if she and Qin Shao were hungry and if they wanted to go out for dinner.

Yan Zhen first replied to Haier's message, and then opened Qin Shao's chat window.

But considering his current bad mood, Yan Zhen turned off his personal terminal and got up to wash up.

She had just finished washing her face when Haier knocked on the door: "Sister Jiang, come on, let's go eat."

Yan Zhen responded, changed his coat, and went out with Haier.

While eating at the hotel restaurant, Haier asked, "Is brother-in-law still in a bad mood?"

"Probably," Yan Zhen replied perfunctorily, eating large mouthfuls of meat.

Haier frowned as he looked at her.

Yan Zhen asked, "What? What's wrong with your eyes?"

"Are you and your brother-in-law a couple?" Haier looked her up and down. "He's so upset that he doesn't want to talk, eat, or reply to my messages, but you're acting like nothing's wrong."

"Then what should I do?" Yan Zhen retorted. "Would you be happy if I just stopped replying to your messages like him?"

Haier: "...That's not what I meant. I just think that couples should be connected on a deeper level. He's so sad, and you're here eating meat so happily. Isn't that a bit inappropriate?"

"Why are you making such a fuss?" Yan Zhen rolled his eyes with restraint. "I've helped him within my capabilities. As for how to adjust his emotions and recover his mood, that's his problem. I can't help him, and I can't help him with that."

Haier seemed to understand but not quite. After pondering for a while, he realized he couldn't comprehend Yan Zhen's thought process, so he simply gave up and asked instead, "I heard there's a 'place' in the south of the island. Let's go check it out after we finish eating."

Yan Zhen asked, "What is a venue?"

Haier lowered his voice and said mysteriously, "It's the trading center. They sell everything there: drugs, guns, and all kinds of smuggled high-precision weapons."

Yan Zhen became interested: "Okay, let's go take a look."

After having their meal, the two set off for the trading center.

Contrary to Yan Zhen's expectations of a mysterious trading place that required an acquaintance to enter, the island's trading center was open to all, welcoming anyone who wanted to make a purchase, regardless of their social class or status.

Yan Zhen and Haier walked in side by side. The interior was decorated in a magnificent style, with various stalls displaying trade items for customers to choose from, and guards armed with guns could be seen everywhere.

Yan Zhen looked around and discovered that in addition to firearms, drugs, and high-precision weapons, they also sold "slaves."

The slaves were mostly children aged three to seven or eight, kept in cages like kittens in a cattery for people to choose from.

There was an electronic screen in front of the cage. By simply clicking on it, one could see the information of the "slave" inside, including his place of birth, age, height, blood type, and mental strength level.

Yan Zhen was surprised to find that the children in the cage all had S-level mental strength, and the worst was A-level.

Yan Zhen asked Haier, "So the selling point of these 'slaves' is their mental strength level?"

Haier nodded and explained to her: "Mental strength is an innate talent that cannot be developed later in life. Creating a powerful mental warrior requires a huge amount of financial and material resources, which is not something that an ordinary family can afford."

The children in the cages all come from poor families. They were either bought by wealthy people and trained as bodyguards, or taken in by warlord families and trained as assassins. S-level mental power holders might be rare on small planets, but on a superplanet like A001, they might just be a dog kept by a rich person.

Yan Zhen paused for a moment.

"In interstellar civilizations two or three hundred years ago, if a family had a child with spiritual power, that family had a high chance of achieving upward social mobility because of the child."

But things are different now. Superplanetary planets are teeming with the super-rich, blocking any path for ordinary people to rise through social classes. They relentlessly invade and colonize smaller planets, turning them into their private property… Things always reach their extremes and then reverse. I have a feeling that in a few years, a war of resistance against invasion will erupt.”