Chapter 29 The true name of the ancestor (2)

Os and Ling Han had a pair of eyes. He suddenly felt that something seemed to have changed on the ancestor, a very wonderful feeling, the gaze and momentum were deeper and sharper than before.

Os dared not look at this gaze and hurriedly lowered his head.

"Sir, we have contacted people, right at the trade club not far from here."

"Yeah, OK!"

Under the black cloak, Ling Han raised his eyebrows for no reason.

The trade club, during the days of adventure with Old Mike, often went to. Generally speaking, it is very prosperous, like the arteries of the city, from which you can see the development of a city. However, there are exceptions, such as the newly developed planet, trade will be very prosperous.

The planet that has not been developed for a long time is a treasure land for most businessmen. They can often discover many business opportunities, and the transaction order is not very perfect. Businessmen who are good at speculation can earn more benefits from it.

The trade market in Buda City is built in the suburbs. They went directly to the warehouse area, which was very deserted, but the transaction of bulk goods was completed in this area, with towering metal warehouses like towering towers standing here.

Os was very familiar with this place. He drove the maglev and turned left and right, and soon came to the bottom of a warehouse.

This is a huge warehouse with an area of ​​nearly 100 acres over 50 meters high. It is rarely seen on the bustling planet. It is even more unique in this trading club, which is enough to show the strength of the warehouse owner.

Os stopped the car, and the doorman Rick walked over with a smile: "Os, you are so slow. Our boss is inside. Hehe, what good things are they? They are so mysterious. Isn't it just for us to pick up the goods directly!" His tone was a little frivolous.

Os smiled at him, opened the car door, and looked very respectful.

"Sir, we're here!"

Rick's heart skipped a beat, "Sir, can he be the leader of the Skeleton Pirates? The Skeleton Pirates are now surrounded by the Federation and stared at by the surrounding pirates. He actually has the leisure to come over to trade?"

But Rick quickly got the answer.

A floating flying throne appeared in front of him. On the flying throne, a man wearing a black cloak sat quietly on it. The cloak was pulled very low, and I don’t know what material it was made of, as if he wanted to suck his eyes into it.

Rick was stunned for a moment: "Not the leader of the Skeleton Pirates? Who is this guy?" Rick couldn't help but look at Os: "Is there anyone in the Skeleton Pirates who can tell this fierce guy to bow his head in addition to Mudas? This is impossible!" But Os's respectful expression did not look like a disguise. For a moment, his belly was full of doubt.

"Did Os actually surrender to the powerful new master? Only those guys would use this luxurious imitation of the air-flying seat, deliberately pretending to be mysterious. Well, this must be the case!" Rick quickly got an answer: "If this is true, maybe these guys will really have something good."

"Sir, it's inside!"

On the suspended flying seat, Ling Han nodded in a low voice, controlling the flying seat to slowly fly into the inside, Os and Taishan walked cautiously behind.

Rick hurriedly opened the warehouse door, and the thick alloy door slowly opened.

Rick pointed inside: "Boss is inside, you guys go in."

The dark entrance to the warehouse was like the mouth of a huge mutant creature. After Ling Han entered, suddenly, there was a loud noise behind him, and the alloy door fell down. Os and Taishan's hearts jumped.

Os frowned: "Sir, I feel something is wrong."

The suspended flying seat did not pause at all and continued to fly forward: "It's okay, since you're here, let's see what tricks they are playing."

"Haha, dear Os, oh, and Tarzan, you are here, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

A strong middle-aged man came over from inside and showed a professional businessman's smile from a distance. When he saw Ling Han flying in front of him, his steps couldn't help but stop, with a puzzled look.

"Os, who is this friend?"

The middle-aged man looked at Ling Han, with a black cloak, and a flying seat in the air.

Oh my God! It turned out to be a real flying seat. It was not a copy, but a real flying seat! Although it has been modified, but after so many years of business experience, the experienced Taoist's eyesight made him see the difference at a glance.

Although the shell has been modified, many places reveal the original characteristics of extraterrestrial civilization. These are just superficial feelings, but they are not imitated by any manufacturer. What's more important is the power system.

The Federation has always wanted to build several suspended flying seats for research, because of this power system.

The power system of the suspended flying seat uses the principle of vacuum singularity to absorb the surrounding discrete energy and re-swallow it to synthesize various energy.

According to some gossip, these energy even include special forces such as star power and vitality.

If this is true, once this technology is popularized, then the strength of extraterrestrial civilizations that master this technology will make a huge leap, enough to pose an unignorable threat to the Federation.

He - Krys is a level seven master of mental power. He is much more sensitive to energy fluctuations than ordinary people, and he masters some kind of spiritual secret technique, so he can vaguely feel that there is extremely slight and strange energy fluctuations in the glass-like decorative crystal surrounding the flying throne.

This kind of fluctuation is very obscure, just a little bit of feeling, not mastering the secret technique of the mind, it is impossible to feel it at all.

Who is this person? He should not be a rich young man. How could those guys who only pretend to behave can have great powers? If it is so simple, would the Federation still spend a lot of effort to do it?

Could it be the strongest person in the extraterrestrial alliance?

Chrys stopped dozens of meters away from the flying seat, staring at Ling Han with his eyes wide open. The black cloak seemed to be sticking directly together with a piece of fabric, and his skills were extremely crude.

According to federal aesthetic standards, only beggars will wear such a tasteless thing!

Could it be that this is the characteristic of extraterrestrial civilization?

And what is the material of that cloak that can actually stop my mental spy? If this guy is a human and wants to conceal his identity, is it necessary to do this?

This guy with a mysterious aura all over his body must be from the Outer Region Alliance, not bad, definitely!

"Sir, he is the boss of Chrys, the Galaxy Trading Group in Krasing Buda City!"

Krys looked at Os and Tarzan who were respectful and shouted in his heart: "Even these two fierce pirates have never been so respectful to the regiment commander Mudas. Who is this guy in a cloak?"

He looked at Ling Han again, and the face covered by the cloak was so hard that he could not see anything clearly. His mental power could not reach his side, so he was blocked by the strange cloak.

Judging from the outline of the cloak, the guy inside is not tall and looks a little thin.

Of course, this is measured by human standards.

The wisdom races of the extraterrestrial alliance are in thousands, and they know what is under the cloak!

Ling Han looked at the middle-aged man in front of him. The feeling this person gave him was a slippery person!

Even when he suddenly saw that he was stunned, he kept a smile. It was difficult for such a person to be hostile, and his mental power reached level seven. He led Os and Taishan here, but I was afraid that the purpose was not simple.

"Os, Tarzan, start trading!"

Ling Han's faint voice could not hear the joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness, which made Chrys more cautious.

"Chrys, our maglev is still outside, why are you closing the cabin door? Or—" Oss snorted and said in a lengthened voice; "Do you want to be black?"

Ling Han looked at all this indifferently.

The middle-aged man whose name is Chrys flashed for a moment, his eyes turned around his body, as if he was hesitating. He heard Os's words and laughed hurriedly: "How is that possible, brother, I am not a good person, but I still understand the rules of underground trading. Haha, Os, don't you introduce this person?"

Ling Han saw Chrys's gaze coming again, Os also hesitated to look at him and nodded slightly.

"This is our ancestor."

"Oh, Lord Ancestor?"

Ling Han noticed that Chrys's eyes were constantly flashing, and he must be guessing his identity.

Indeed, Chrys was muttering in his heart: "This guy is indeed from the extraterritorial alliance. Hehe, I didn't expect to catch a big fish this time. Although these guys are very strong in single power, my warehouse is not simple. Haha, the coverage attack of the ion cannon can kill even the tenth-level strong man, I don't believe he can run away! I got the hand of the flying seat in the air, and my status in the organization will definitely be greatly improved. What a big piece of delicious fresh meat, hehe!"

"Haha, where is Mudas? Did he also surrender to this ancestor?"

"Chrys, don't tell me these things, trade quickly."

Oss knew that Chrys was exploring his words, so he alertly avoided the topic.

"Oh, no, no, dear Os, do you think we still need to trade?" Chrys smiled very brightly. It was so unhappy to be able to get such a large piece of fat.

Under the cloak, Ling Han's eyes moved slightly, and the guy finally showed his tail.

Feeling the betrayed anger from Os's spiritual sea, Ling Han quietly waited for the following.

"Chrys, what do you mean!"

Oss' voice was very angry. Indeed, no one could be happy when facing the muzzles of six or seven ion cannons.
Chapter completed!