According to most people's understanding, smuggling—no matter what kind—was supposed to be an extremely unpleasant process. One might have to cross mountains and rivers, take routes outside the borders, or hide in some filthy, cramped ship cabin for several months. If it was interstellar smuggling, one's body might even be frozen and transported in a cryogenic pod.
As for whether this kind of transport was genuine smuggling or organ trafficking, that depended on the smuggler's ethics.
In most cases, smugglers had no ethics to speak of.
But Gao Gong's current situation was completely different from ordinary "smuggling."
Aboard a luxurious interstellar cruise ship, all kinds of extravagantly dressed sapient interstellar species mingled and chatted. High-end alcoholic drinks, customized bionic beauties, entertainment-oriented electronic illusions, and civilian massage mechs made Gao Gong feel as if he were taking a high-end interstellar vacation—commonly known as impact.
Incidentally, this interstellar cruise ship was called the Morbius.
The Morbius Consortium was one of the ten major financial conglomerates of the Milta civilization, famous for producing civilian mechs.
"The world really is full of wonders. I never thought there could be this kind of 'smuggling.'"
Gao Gong held a wineglass as he looked at the various interstellar creatures who seemed to be traveling, unable to keep from sighing.
Dressed in a pure-white lolita outfit, Lolita said calmly:
"Within the territory of the Milta Federation, there are a total of thirty-one thousand one hundred habitable planets. In addition, because this civilization implements a relatively loose federal system, the Anti-Immigration Bureau simply cannot find all the illegal immigrants. As a result, the public order on three hundred habitable planets has deteriorated over the past three centuries."
"It is better to channel than to block, so they simply developed an official smuggling channel. As long as one pays a