The jump began, and indeed, the three B-level warriors did not enter the Life Support Pod. Judging by the situation, Qu Jianlei seed the most at ease.
The usually silent B-level warrior noticed this, a hint of surprise flickering in his eyes.
The most pitiful one was the B-level warrior who initiated the trouble, but that was hardly unexpected.
If he truly had enough strength, how could he have been so petty earlier?
Midway through the jump, the usually silent B-level warrior couldn't hold back, "Big brother, what's your plan next?"
Qu Jianlei really didn't want to respond to this question, but then he thought: this guy did prevent a possible fight.
So he answered straightforwardly, "Yes."
"Hmm?" The other was taken aback by the response. That's it?
But upon reconsideration, the answer was indeed faultless, given the opponent's formidable strength, he had no choice but to explain patiently.
"I an, we've all left the Hope Star Realm and have to find a way to make a living, right? I have so connections."
Qu Jianlei nodded again, concisely stating, "Congratulations!"
Though he's not great at chatting, he's not entirely insensitive.
In essence, he wanted to convey: It's just a fleeting encounter, let's not take our friendship too far!
The other felt the thick caution from Qu Jianlei and finally sighed, giving up on speaking further.
Qu Jianlei was thinking about more than just that; he was also pondering what to do if the Customs Enforcent Team ca to pick people up.
After all, that woman's urine caused quite a stir!
The jump ended smoothly, and the smugglers crawled out from the Life Support Pod, relieved that the anticipated mishaps did not occur.
The B-level warrior who had been holding out couldn't take it any longer, indulging in a feast before climbing into the Life Support Pod to sleep.
A day later, what Qu Jianlei feared happened: the Customs Enforcent Team stopped the starship, "Customs inspection!"
Just like last ti, the Customs Enforcent Team mbers entered the passenger and cargo cabins.
Those entering the cargo cabin were taken aback, "Wow, so many people... Did Hope Star Realm suffer a natural disaster?"
The head of the three groups stepped out, exchanging coded phrases while explaining.
Ultimately, Star One's strict scrutiny of smuggling wasn't sothing the head could control.
The Customs Enforcent Team mbers tallied the numbers, "Three teams, forty-six people in total... You've had quite a haul this ti."
One of the heads laughed and replied, "The average cost has increased... Sir, the unit price was agreed upon long ago, and we made less."
"Don't tell that, the top makes the money," said the B-level warrior leading the team coldly, "We just earn running fees!"
The mischievous B-level warrior rolled his eyes, "Sir, there are more smugglers on the starship."
"Oh, co on," Qu Jianlei cursed as he walked out, "You truly are shaless."
He had already decided: if no one exposed him, he'd wait until disembarkation at Celestial Sharp Star; if soone brought him up, he'd honestly co forward.
At any rate, demonstrating cooperation would make him less conspicuous, as for future matters—that would be seen step by step.
He never overestimated human nature, but given the many potential dangers in space, there was no need to appear so different.
The B-level warrior from the Customs Enforcent Team stepped forward and reached for his backpack, "Well, a wild one?"
Qu Jianlei swiftly dodged his grab, comnting flatly, "Did you buy insurance?"
This B-level warrior never expected that the other would dare to evade, knowing he'd caught him red-handed in smuggling.
However, in fairness, his action was sowhat risky—among smugglers, there are always those who are vicious.
Even though the Customs Enforcent Warship outside could destroy all Awakened below Supre, occasionally so dare reckless acts.
However, he decided to take the risk because wild smugglers often carry large amounts of cash.
By initiating capture himself, the Customs Enforcent Team had a reward system.
The most critical point was that an unwritten rule in the team allowed him to choose part of the spoils first without reporting.
Due to this, he aid for the other's backpack, not the person.
Firstly, betting the other wouldn't fight back; secondly, seizing the backpack first allowed the earliest choice.
The best result would be silently pocketing so spoils from the backpack, unnoticed by others.
In this way, his gains would remain hidden, naturally avoiding jealousy or conflict.
People die for wealth, birds for food; this mont his actions precisely epitomized the saying.
But... what does buying insurance imply?
Nonetheless, not understanding does not negate his perception of danger.
The B-level warrior did not advance further but retreated a step, speaking sinisterly, "Are you resisting law enforcent?"
The opponent's response indicated he was not a pushover, certainly not worth assuming luck—his risk level was high.
Well then, proceeding through the process would suffice.
No matter how big the issue was, with the Customs Enforcent Warship outside, he couldn't escape legal retribution!
Thinking of the wealth he could initially keep now needing division among teammates, he clenched his teeth inwardly.
After years of effort, independently leading a team wasn't easy!
You actually dare to block my financial path, kid? We're not done yet!
Once I take you to the Customs Enforcent Division, watch how I make you miserable. If I don't make you cry for your parents, I'll take your surna!
"I don't resist law enforcent," Qu Jianlei replied coolly, "but you have no right to touch my things."
No matter what, he didn't want to have a dispute with the other party in space.
He had a Space cha, a spacesuit, and a Lifeboat, but at this mont, he still felt a bit uneasy.
So predicants can only be truly felt when you face them directly.
So so trump cards are better left unused if possible.
What he hoped most was to land on the ground first. Once grounded, can't he strike back in any way he wants?
For now, he could only bluff temporarily, hoping the other would restrain themselves.
His reaction was not just out of pride; the crucial point was that he had a Storage Talisman with the Customs Enforcent Division's terminal inside!
Moreover, the Space cha might even have subtle features that display the style of the Customs Enforcent Division.
Based on this situation, he really couldn't let the other party check directly—rather than agreeing to let you see it, I'd rather start a fight.
Don't I have the right to act? The B-level Warrior was montarily lost; could it involve other bigwigs in the division?
Just like others said, the Customs Enforcent Division has deep waters, deep enough to be unfathomable, and he didn't dare gamble.
As for whether the other side might be bluffing, as a seasoned customs enforcent team mber, should he not be influenced by these things?
The reasoning was correct, but everything would beco clear after landing, so there was no need to rush.
He didn't need to make things difficult for the other to continue; it was enough to land with the person under control. If it was just bluffing, there'd still be ti to co down hard later.
As long as the other side was willing to follow, grievances could be temporarily set aside; everything would be settled with facts.
So he nodded slightly, "Seems like there's so connection? Alright, we'll check your authenticity later!"
These words didn't undermine his own authority; in fact, he said them for the benefit of the customs enforcent team mbers.
I'm not unwilling to deal with this guy, but it might involve other bigwigs, so we ain't rushing to handle it.
There was no need for him to explain; who among the slightly more experienced customs enforcent team mbers didn't have so discernnt?
The team leader had decided to wait and see; who felt they had the authority to stubbornly step in and question?
However, at this mont, the initial informant B-level spoke again, "There are two more!"
Human nature is really hard to fathom. Originally, he didn't want to ntion the matter of that man and woman.
But seeing this person seed more assertive than he imagined, he suddenly felt a pang of fear in his heart, followed by so indignation.
Anyway, he had to provide so useful information, only then might the customs enforcent team protect him.
Based on the strong response from the customs enforcent team, he thought he might even get a reward for his actions.
Upon hearing this, the leader of the customs enforcent team paused in surprise, then snorted coldly, "Quite daring, co out!"
A light sigh ca, and a man and a woman also stepped out. The man looked at them, shaking his head helplessly.
"We're not planning to leave the starship midway. If you leave now, I can act like nothing happened."
The B-level mber of the customs enforcent team chuckled angrily, "How bold, what stray cats and dogs dare to threaten customs officers now?"
He had already yielded to the first B-level, so how could he yield to this second group?
If he continued to operate like this, his authority would be lost, and there would be no point leading the team.
Moreover, these two were called out, unlike the previous one, who ca out on his own accord.
So, who would be more confident in their stance? Is there even a question?
Then he extended his hand and pulled out the Laser Pistol from his belt, pointing it at them, speaking with a blank expression.
"I'm going to count to three, drop the backpack, raise your hands and co over!"
The man's expression turned odd as he looked at him, sighed, and shook his head, but didn't raise his hands or move.
Without hesitation, the customs B-level spoke, "One..."
During a starship's spaceflight, a firefight internally poses so danger, but it's still better than a B-level technique battle.
It's not uncommon for the customs enforcent team to encounter such scenarios in anti-smuggling operations, and they do have complete contingency plans for it.
Seeing the situation, other customs enforcent mbers also drew out their Laser Pistols.
The B-level man shook his head and shouted loudly, "Grandfather..."
"Now calling grandfather? Too late!" The customs B-level sneered, "Kid, even calling great-grandfather won't save you, two..."
"Hmm?" A faint hum ca, followed by a light but obvious pressure descending.
The pressure wasn't strong, but the suffocating sensation was very apparent.
The face of the customs B-level suddenly changed; though only a B-level, he'd seen a lot in this line of work.
"Is there a Supre existence on this starship?"
Then a voice ca, "Which esteed person here wants to be my grandson's great-grandfather?"
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