You know now, right?

Amidst the surrounding jeers, Moxiu and An Bo, drenched in sweat, knew they had encountered an unprecedentedly tough opponent.

Even Moxiu, known as the "Gambling Monster," had stumbled without any warning.

After a while.

Moxiu hesitated to speak, finally letting out a sigh and saying dejectedly, "I lost."

Tang Chuan tidied the cards on the table into a stack and placed them to the side, saying, "Then it's time to answer my question."

Moxiu sighed, "I want to know, how did you do it?"

An Bo was also completely baffled and asked, "What magic or black technology did you use? Can you sell it to me?"

Tang Chuan waved his hand dismissively, "No need, it's a trade secret. Talking more is useless."

Moxiu shook his head, "Ask away. I'll answer whatever I know."

Tang Chuan thought for a moment and asked, "Did some riot happen a while ago? What was the reason?"

Moxiu's pupils contracted slightly, his expression turning a little unpleasant.

He was silent for a moment, then said, "That's two questions. I can only answer one."

Tang Chuan narrowed his eyes, "Alright, then answer me, what was the reason for the major riot in this area a while ago?"

Moxiu was stunned for a moment, then managed to squeeze out a single word: "Black!"

That's right, it was too "black"!

This was simply combining the two previous questions into one!

He was really something else.

It even seemed like there was nothing wrong with it.

Although Moxiu was a scoundrel, he was quite honorable and didn't back out. He stated directly, "A while ago, there were indeed some unusual movements in certain areas, but they were quickly suppressed by the authorities. As for the specific reason, I don't know either.

I heard...

It was related to some evil ritual? Another theory is that some kind of invisible, terrifying cosmic creature invaded.

Neither of these theories has any concrete factual basis. You can choose one to believe, and that's all I know."

Tang Chuan frowned, "It was quickly suppressed? So the scale wasn't large?"

This didn't quite match the information Quintessa had gathered from the confidential documents.

And the owner of that bizarre diary described it like the end of the world. Could it really have passed so quickly, leaving no historical traces?

Moxiu rolled his eyes, "Don't know, don't understand, it's none of my business. I've already answered your two questions, so I don't owe you anything.

Besides, aren't you an interstellar tourist? Why are you investigating these things? Are you a cosmic agent?

Convince me, or bribe me, otherwise, I might spread the news."

Tang Chuan ignored him.

He turned to look at An Bo, who was also looking dejected.

An Bo knew he couldn't avoid it and immediately said, "Don't ask me who the hidden umbrella of the underground forces is. I won't tell you. I'd rather lose a hand or fight you to the death. Any other question is fine. Oh, and don't ask me what I did on my wedding night with my seventh wife."

Tang Chuan waved his hand, "I'm not interested in knowing that. I want to ask, what happened to those who participated in that riot?"

This was also something that couldn't be found on the planet's network, hinting at a certain mystery.

An Bo scratched his backside, "Don't know."

Tang Chuan stared at him expressionlessly.

An Bo felt uncomfortable under his gaze, "I really don't know! A group of people went missing. How would I know where they went? Ask the authorities."

Tang Chuan observed his expression, "I didn't find any records of missing persons from a while ago."

An Bo indicated that it was none of his business, "I've already answered you, so we're even. The missing persons records aren't my responsibility either, and I don't care."

In his mind, Quintessa said to Tang Chuan, "No signs of lying."

Tang Chuan, with a calm expression, threw the neatly stacked Brahma Cards in his hand to Moxiu, "Alright, then that's all. Leave your number, and I'll find you to play cards sometime."

Both Moxiu and An Bo gave Tang Chuan their private numbers.

Seeing Tang Chuan preparing to leave, An Bo couldn't help but ask, "That's it? Is that all you wanted to ask? I was so worried."

Tang Chuan glanced at him, "I'm not interested in your concubines or the underground forces. If you have any relevant information, inform me immediately. It'll be compensated."

Moxiu, standing nearby, also couldn't help but say, "Forget about playing cards, but drinking is fine, and cooperation is possible. But are you really a star agent? If so, we have connections and can cooperate more deeply."

Tang Chuan looked surprised, "Aren't you afraid of the authorities?"

Moxiu shrugged, "Any one of the cases we have on us would cost us our heads if exposed. We have no sense of belonging here. Money and power are the real principles."

Tang Chuan patted his backside, turned, and walked out, "I'm not a star agent, stop trying to pry information out of me. If you want to make money, help me investigate this matter."

Moxiu called out from behind, "Okay, I'll keep an eye out, but the price might be a bit high."

There was no further reply.

Tang Chuan walked through the crowded masses, leaving the Prehistoric Beast Bar under the dazzling, colorful lights.

He walked out of the street and disappeared from sight.

Suddenly, a passerby, with a blank expression, paused and looked at a "stranger" beside him, whispering, "You know, right?"

The stranger didn't reply, but similarly looked at another passerby and whispered, "You know, right?"

"You know, right?"

"You know, right?"

Like a virus, it spread from person to person. In no time, the people in this corner all seemed to freeze, whispering that sentence: "You know, right?"

The wave of whispers came and went quickly, lasting only a few seconds before vanishing. The crowd instantly returned to normal.

The pedestrians resumed their actions from before they froze, moving on as if they didn't know each other and were completely unaware.

Back at the hotel.

Tang Chuan leaned back on the sofa, pondering the various possibilities Quintessa had given him, but still came up with nothing.

Nokton hadn't returned yet.

His thoughts also fell into stagnation.

Fortunately, Tang Chuan shifted his gaze to the Cosmic Sandbox. The light blue continent on Cangmang Star was rapidly approaching a stage similar to Azure Star's medieval civilization.

"Chiloo, come here for a moment. I need to draw some blood."

Tang Chuan's expression was vacant, but without looking up, he beckoned towards Chiloo.

Startled, Chiloo let out a "plop" and fell off the sofa.

Draw blood?

For what?

How much?