The Deterrence of 50,000 Combat Power

Turles's guess was correct. Sure enough, after flying for only a short distance, the entire group was heavily surrounded.

"Saiyans, you are surrounded! Release the hostages immediately and surrender at once!"

A squad of guards wearing uniform black tactical gear had Turles and his group completely encircled. They pointed their loaded weapons at them, broadcasting the demand repeatedly through a megaphone.

Turles flew to the front of the group, calmed down a furious Dero, and shouted to the leader of the guard unit, "I know Jaco of the Galactic Patrol. We took down a group of slave traders and rescued these captives. We won't be going anywhere with anyone until the Galactic Patrol arrives!"

Turles spoke with such righteous indignation that he displayed his "just" side to the fullest, though his eyes remained fixed on an inconspicuous figure within the guard unit.

Sure enough, the guard leader cast an almost imperceptible glance at that figure. After receiving a shake of the head in response, he immediately retorted, "Saiyan, I have received reports that a group of Saiyans has taken hostages. I will report your claims to my superiors, but for now, you must release the hostages and submit to our custody!"

Seeing this, Turles knew for certain that this group had been ordered to capture them. However, Turles could not hand the people over so easily; otherwise, black would surely be turned into white by the time they were done.

Fortunately, in this universe, strength reigned supreme. He pointed at the Scouter worn by the leader, and amidst the man's puzzled gaze, he began to let his power do the talking.

"AAAAAAHHHH!!!"

Letting out a continuous roar, Turles clenched his fists tightly. The muscles in his arms bulged like coiled dragons, and the aura around his body instantly began to boil. White shockwaves enveloped him, the surrounding air began to distort, and small pebbles on the ground defied gravity, floating up to hover around Turles!

"Beep! Beep! Beep!"

The Scouter began to sound a continuous alarm. The guard leader was forced to check the device, only to see the numerical value climbing rapidly!

"5,000!"

"8,000!"

"10,000!"

"20,000!"

"..."

"It's still rising!"

The guard leader had been able to maintain his composure at first, but as the numbers climbed, his face gradually turned pale, and he muttered in disbelief.

"HA!"

Suddenly, with a long shout, a ring-shaped shockwave expanded outward, forcing everyone present to stumble back.

Looking at Turles again, he had stopped his roar. His entire body was now enveloped in a silver aura, his black hair stood on end, and his eyes were exceptionally calm as he looked at everyone present.

"50,000!" the guard leader stammered, unable to believe his eyes!

Everyone was stunned by the guard leader's voice. They couldn't even fathom what a power level of 50,000 meant; they only knew that a power level of 10,000 was enough to destroy a planet!

Dero was also shaken by Turles's presence. He knew Turles was strong and had even seen clansmen with power levels of 50,000, but he felt that the Turles before him was far stronger than those clansmen. Even he could feel that aura, which was condensed to the absolute limit!

"Do you still want to arrest us now?" Turles's exceptionally calm voice drifted over, jolting the guard captain out of his daze.

To be honest, although Turles appeared remarkably calm at this moment, he was feeling ecstatic inside. Having come to the Dragon Ball World, if he didn't pull off a stunt like this, he would have truly done a disservice to his transmigration. How he used to envy Son Goku for these classic "cool guy" moments; now, it was finally his turn.

"M-m-m... My Lord..." The guard captain was so terrified he couldn't even speak. Although his own combat power was 5,000, he didn't dare lift a finger in front of someone ten times stronger than him.

"I asked if you still want to arrest us now?" Turles repeated. The guard captain finally realized the question wasn't directed at him. He let out a sigh of relief, immediately followed by a string of silent curses.

That nearly got me killed!

"Clap! Clap! Clap!" A round of applause came from behind the guard captain. A somewhat inconspicuous figure stepped past him and arrived in front of Turles, slowly rising into the air until he was level with him.

"Interesting! Interesting! Truly interesting! I never expected a Saiyan to have a combat power of 50,000. It seems Frieza really wasn't wrong after all!"

"Who are you?" Turles's pupils constricted as he stared vigilantly at the man before him.

He looked similar to a Saiyan, but his ears were pointed, and his skin had a dark cyan hue, making him look more like the Supreme Kai from Turles's memories.

"Oh! I forgot to introduce myself, my apologies!" The mysterious man tapped his forehead and continued, "I am Bels. The manager of the Cosmic Mercenary Alliance stationed on Obsidian Planet, and also the person in charge of the Mercenary Arena!"

As I thought! The Mercenary Arena is involved in this! Turles mused.

"Is that so? A manager of the Mercenary Alliance wearing the uniform of the Obsidian Planet guard force—that doesn't seem right, don't you think, Manager Bels?" Turles said with a sarcastic tone, placing extra emphasis on the word "Manager."

"Heh! What? Won't you introduce yourself to me?" Bels didn't mind Turles's mockery; instead, he looked interested and asked for Turles's name.

"..."

"Turles, just an 'ordinary' Saiyan!" Turles introduced himself.

"Hahaha! An ordinary Saiyan? Hahaha!" Bels was amused by Turles's introduction.

Turles blinked, watching Bels laugh incessantly without saying a word.

"Fine, let's say you're an ordinary Saiyan!"

"Mr. Turles, I think there might be some misunderstandings between us. Shall we find a place to talk?"

Bels stopped laughing and extended an invitation to Turles.

"Sure!" After a moment of contemplation, Turles accepted Bels's invitation, though he added one condition: the people they had rescued must be sent to the Galactic Patrol station. Bels thought for a moment and nodded in agreement.

Before long, the guard captain led the entire guard force back toward the nearest city, while Turles and Dero continued on their way with the group.

"Turles, I never expected you to have a combat power of 50,000. You're so strong!"

As they flew along, Dero couldn't help but exclaim in admiration toward Turles.

"It's alright! If you guys let the Elder unlock your potential, you might surpass me in no time."

"Perhaps! We generally don't let our elders unlock their potential, and the elders themselves aren't very keen on us relying on potential unlocking to boost our strength."

Turles turned his head to look at Dero, who wore a complex expression, and couldn't help but ask, "Why? If your strength were sufficient, this incident where your clansmen were abducted wouldn't have happened. Is there some hidden drawback to it?"

"I'm not sure either. Elder Charlie didn't tell us the reason, but I've vaguely heard other clansmen say it's because of a missing heritage."

"Is that so?" Turles nodded thoughtfully.

It seemed Elder Charlie had some concerns. If it were truly because of a missing heritage that prevented him from perfectly unlocking his potential, then Turles would have to reconsider his previous ideas.

"Turles? Turles? What are you thinking about?"

Dero's voice pulled Turles out of his deep contemplation. He explained, "It's nothing. I originally thought that if your elders could unlock potential, there might be many powerhouses among you. We Saiyans are very passionate about combat, so I might have visited you sometime. It's a pity..."

"You can still come now! I admit you're strong, but there are many powerhouses in our clan as well. Your battle power of 50,000 isn't enough to show off. Don't come crying to me when you get beaten black and blue!" Hearing Turles' words, Dero immediately extended an invitation.

"Really? That would be great! I'll bring Broly with me to visit you then!" Seeing that his goal was achieved, Turles said with pleasant surprise.

After making the agreement, the relationship between the two grew noticeably closer. They chatted and laughed all the way, and before long, they arrived at the Galactic Patrol station.

Landing at the Galactic Patrol station, Turles let Dero go forward to negotiate while he stood to the side in silence, carefully observing the architecture of the base.

Dero quickly finished his negotiations with the Galactic Patrol staff. They agreed to contact the respective races of these individuals to come and pick them up, without any signs of shirking responsibility. This gave Turles a positive initial impression of the Galactic Patrol.

It is said that the Galactic Patrol is directly under the leadership of the Galactic King, responsible for maintaining order in Universe 7 and combating interstellar crime (such as space pirates and genocidal maniacs). Its jurisdiction covers most intelligent planets. Millions of years ago, they assisted the Grand Supreme Kai in sealing Moro and maintained a very close relationship with the Divine Realm.

However, based on Turles' understanding of the current Supreme Kai of Universe 7, the Galactic Patrol's connection with the Divine Realm had likely been severed by now; otherwise, they wouldn't have allowed Frieza to occupy almost the entire North Galaxy.

But none of this concerned Turles. He only needed to know that the Galactic Patrol was not simple. At the very least, Merus was an existence he knew he couldn't afford to provoke, and an organization that had survived for such a long time clearly couldn't be propped up by Merus alone.

As Turles pondered the origins of the Galactic Patrol, Dero finished his business. After inquiring about Jaco, he learned that he had already left the Obsidian Planet with Tights, so the three of them left directly.

At the interstellar port, Turles and Dero parted ways. He still needed to have a chat with Bels, while Dero took the two little ones, Kru and Kla, and departed in a Namekian-style spaceship. He needed to get the two little ones back as soon as possible. Before leaving, Dero told Turles the location of the planet where his group of Namekians resided and urged him to come find him soon.