I Just Wanted to Be a Galactic Hunter—Why Am I on the Wanted List? Chapter 171: Reminder

Federal Calendar 7708, October 21st, deep into the night.

On this core street within the Gray Zone, which should have been the most bustling, two individuals dressed in vastly different styles appeared.

The slightly older middle-aged man wore a modern Federation-style white trench coat, projecting an aura of cleanliness and steadiness.

Walking beside him, his companion was dressed in a set of traditional attire from the Eastern Star Domain: a complexly styled gray robe, wide sleeves, a pure white belt inlaid with jade, black cloth-style long boots, paired with the young man's strange bun tied at the back of his head.

These two completely opposite styles of dress made the pair walking side-by-side appear extrely disjointed, as if different tis and spaces had overlapped and intertwined.

"Huh? The Gray Zone is unusually quiet tonight?" the young man wearing the traditional Eastern Star Domain gray robe voiced his question.

"It seems a big shot has helped us clear the area in advance. That saves us a bit of trouble," his companion guessed beside him.

The one making this guess was a middle-aged man with a weathered face, wearing a common white trench coat from the Federation market. His wind-and-frost-beaten face still faintly carried an unshakeable look of bitterness.

Interestingly, it was this middle-aged man who first offered the reasonable guess, yet his eyes never stopped scanning the surroundings, trying to spot any hint of discordance on this excessively quiet street.

"Do you want to cast a divination for you? You seem quite tense," the young man in the gray robe, noticing his companion's vigilance, asked.

"Brother Gu, I'd appreciate it. It's best to be cautious in all things," the weathered man nodded in agreent.

This middle-aged man with a weathered face, who appeared older, actually addressed the young man beside him as "brother."

Hearing this, the young man in the gray robe chuckled softly. Already accustod to his companion's ways, he deftly pulled out a small tortoise shell from his robe.

Imdiately after, this "young man" retrieved three copper coins with rust spots from his robe, of the outer-round, inner-square variety.

These three coin-like artifacts were a currency unique to the Eastern Star Domain in the past and one of the oldest currencies in the history of the Eastern Star Domain.

The young man placed the three rust-spotted copper coins he had just retrieved into the tortoise shell, then cradled the shell in both hands and shook it symbolically a few tis.

A series of "clinking and clattering" sounds ca from the oil-glossed tortoise shell.

Afterward, he poured the coins from the shell onto his palm.

The young man stared at the three copper coins laid out in order on his palm, a reassuring smile appearing on his face.

"Qian, prosperous. The superior man has good fortune."

"Don't worry, little Taylor, it's an auspicious hexagram."

"The hexagram tells we just need to be a bit humble later, and things will go smoothly."

Hearing his companion's words, the weathered middle-aged man finally withdrew his sowhat vigilant gaze and let out a sigh of relief, appearing to place great trust in his companion's words.

"I understand. It seems a truly significant figure has indeed co..." the weathered middle-aged man nodded.

As the weathered man's words fell, the two also reached their destination for this trip—the old weapons shop at the end of the street.

The two n with completely different styles of dress exchanged a glance, then pushed open the door of this weapons shop...

After waiting for what felt like an eternity under Old George's anxious gaze, Loren finally t the person behind him.

Two individuals with rather different aesthetics walked side-by-side into the weapons shop.

Upon entering, both n's pupils contracted sharply.

The weathered-looking middle-aged man was the first to greet Loren.

Having been rooted in the Radiant Flow Star Domain for a long ti, the two had almost simultaneously recognized Loren the mont they entered.

Nowadays, within the Radiant Flow Star Domain, any organization with even a slight focus on intelligence regarded this newly arrived Interstellar Hunter with the highest degree of wariness.

A Rule-Based Psychic who acted with madness and could seriously injure a Legendary-tier opponent head-on was considered a major figure anywhere...

"Mr. Loren, hello. First ti eting. Let introduce myself. Taylor, the owner behind this weapons shop."

After politely introducing himself to Loren, the weathered middle-aged man pointed to his companion, who was currently spacing out beside him, and introduced:

"My business partner, from the distant Eastern Star Domain, Gu Lan."

After Taylor finished introducing the two of them, seeing his companion still lost in thought, he silently facepald and blatantly nudged the other with his elbow.

Taylor's movents seed extrely practiced;

clearly, he was long accustod to his partner's occasional bouts of spacing out.

At this mont, the young man in the gray robe seed to snap out of a dream, slightly bowing his head as he spoke:

"You... hello! Mr. Loren..."

"First ti eting! I was sowhat discourteous..."

Loren glanced at the oddly dressed young man who even seed nervous talking to him, inexplicably finding the other sowhat amusing.

What a strange pair. The Radiant Flow Star Domain really doesn't have many normal people...

"Gentlen, let's talk business," Loren said with a nod and a smile, appearing harmless.

"Of course! That's precisely why we ca," Taylor quickly responded.

Though he didn't know what was happening, his intuition told him he'd better take over the negotiation rights with Loren.

He had a feeling his partner was acting a bit strange tonight.

Not the usual occasional spacing-out issue, but more like he was hiding a trace of fear...

Hearing this, Loren smiled and handed the white tal canister in his hand to the man with the inherently weathered deanor.

"In that case, inspect the goods first. I hope you are a respected scientist who can understand its value, Mr. Taylor."

Taylor carefully took the white sealed tal canister with both hands, saying to Loren with extre confidence:

"Don't underestimate , Mr. Loren."

"Don't let my sowhat unorthodox appearance fool you. I am a man who earned his doctorate from one of the top three cha universities in the Central Star Domain, specializing in cha developnt and applied research."

"I've been coveting Dark Matter Quantum Coating for a long ti..."

Upon hearing the other's self-aggrandizent, Loren silently grumbled internally, Mr. Taylor, I didn't ask you that...

Loren, who ca from the Slums and only knew how to fight, smash, rob, and burn, clearly felt a certain degree of academic discrimination towards the man before him.

"Ahem, Taylor, you should remain humble," a voice of reminder suddenly ca from beside Taylor.

Gu Lan, who had remained silent since greeting Loren, reminded his companion at the opportune mont.

Hearing his companion's reminder, Taylor's expression froze.

Oh no! I got too happy obtaining sothing I've long pursued and beca a bit carried away...