Void Messenger

"Whoosh!"

A civilian flyer streaked overhead!

The daytime alley was bright, soft, and devoid of dark corners, but it was now pitch black and grim. Few people passed through here, and those who did occasionally were always in a hurry. Through the overhead shield, which was spliced together from countless hexagonal translucent barriers, one could faintly see the dazzling and dreamy stars of outer space. Yet so what? It did nothing to dispel the desolation and silence of this alley.

Just like the flyer that had flashed overhead, when the person sitting on it rushed past at hundreds of miles per hour, who would ever look down even once?

"Plop!"

An Yang stepped into a puddle of water, though there was no telling who had splashed it there.

The light at the street corner cast a faint glow, making the dark base hazy. Amidst that ashen, dim light, a figure walked out, and as luck would have it, blocked the exact middle of the alley.

An Yang curved the corner of his mouth into a smile and walked over.

Without even looking, he knew that two more people had walked out behind him, and a burly man was hiding in the corner nearby. These people exuded a slight air of hostility, but their breathing was heavy. They were obviously not regular troops sent by the Star Federation to track him down, and the Star Federation couldn't track him down at all anyway, so these people—

Should just be a bunch of punks.

Sure enough, as the people behind him gradually approached him, the man in front also walked toward him, pulling a gun from his hand.

"Hey, don't move!"

An Yang's gaze glanced slightly downward, seeing that this gun was somewhat different from the standard-issue sidearm of the Enterprise crew,