He Zhao looked at the stall owner's face like his whole family tree had ascended to heaven, but he felt no concern at all. Did the man really think he didn't know exactly where the battered, broken-down hover motorcycle in front of him, which looked like it might fall apart at any moment, had come from?
There were several huge garbage dumps on Death Row Star, and quite a few people were responsible for sorting trash there. After enough time passed, some of them started thinking about making some extra Star Coins.
A large portion of the goods in the Second-hand Market came from garbage dump employees bringing things out.
He could guarantee that the vehicle on the stall had been pieced together bit by bit by the stall owner. If not for the hover system still being able to work, believe it or not, he wouldn't even have paid ten thousand Star Coins for it.
"Sigh."
The stall owner watched with aching flesh as the Famous Ruthless Person hoisted up the tightly wrapped hover motorcycle. This thing had taken him ten years, following Detailed Explanation of Hover Motorcycle, to piece together bit by bit into shape.
Averaged out, ten thousand Star Coins was only one thousand Star Coins a year, two hundred Star Coins less than his annual salary.
"I'm taking the book."
As his words fell, he tucked the somewhat worn book into his clothes.
Then he turned, squeezed into the crowd, and disappeared into the sea of people.
Ruthless He Zhao, who had left the Second-hand Market, did not return directly to the residential complex he was renting in.
Earlier, when he had come into contact with Leng Zheng's four-man group, he had already been planning to pull off something big. During that period, he had found