Probe Table

"Wait, why does the posture I was just beaten into on the ground feel so familiar... I remember now, isn't this Yamcha's signature face-down pose? It's bad enough that I look like him, but this is just a joke... how unlucky."

Sun Wumian thought to himself while changing into his martial arts gi.

However, he had achieved his goal; after recovering from his severe injuries, his combat power had nearly doubled, rising from 1,900 to 3,500.

He had reached the fourth tier, which spanned a combat power of 3,001 to 50,000.

The fifth tier, reserved for powerhouses capable of destroying a planet, ranged from 50,001 to 530,000.

In other words, as long as a target's combat power fell within these two ranges and was higher than his own, he could sign in. Most importantly, signing in a Saiyan granted him 10% of the target's combat power.

"Hey, are you done yet? Get out here, I have questions for you." Just as Sun Wumian was lost in thought, Caulifla's voice came from outside.

"What is it, Miss Caulifla?" He opened the Space Gate and stepped out, asking nonchalantly.

"Tell me quickly, what was up with you just now? You were so badly injured, how did you get better all of a sudden?"

"About that..." Sun Wumian mused for a moment before saying, "I don't mind telling you, but you have to agree to one condition."

"What? Are you trying to order me around? Why should I agree to any condition of yours? Do you want me to beat you up again?" Caulifla said, waving her fist.

Damn, I'm unlucky to have run into such a violent woman, Sun Wumian thought.

"How about this, I'll give you a Senzu Bean. Eating just one can make someone's injuries recover instantly. How about it?" Sun Wumian rubbed his nose and smiled. Surely you'll agree to this.

"Tch... playing such underhanded tricks..." Caulifla looked at Sun Wumian with disdain, then said, "Tell me your condition first."

"It's simple: take me to see the strong Saiyans on Planet Sadala." He had already decided that with such a genius Saiyan as a bodyguard, he should be able to go anywhere on this planet.

"Strong ones? Why do you want to see them? I'm one right here."

"I'm talking about Saiyans with a combat power between 3,000 and 530,000. You don't count."

"Why didn't you just say so earlier? I know about combat power. The Sadala Army has scouters that can detect it. But that's not what they call 'strong.' According to them, those with 3,000 to 50,000 are low-class warriors, and those with 50,000 to 500,000 are mid-class warriors."

"Is that so?" Sun Wumian hadn't expected the Saiyans of Universe 6 to have scouters as well.

"It's simple. We just need to go to the Royal City. I can take you, but give me two of those beans that cause instant recovery."

"Didn't you say it was simple? Why do you want an extra one?" Sun Wumian was speechless. This was blatant price-gouging.

"So, are you going to give them to me or not?" Caulifla put her hands on her hips, leaned into his face, and glared at him.

"Fine, fine." Sun Wumian had no choice but to take two Senzu Beans from his system space and toss them over. What a female bandit; she's so righteous about robbing people.

"That's more like it." Caulifla nodded in satisfaction, then turned to look at Kale and Colen. "Hey, you guys, you still have the scouters we snatched from the Sadala Army, right? Go find them for me."

So they really do have scouters, Sun Wumian thought, waiting with interest.

He wanted to know how these scouters compared to his system's detection function.

After a while, Kale returned with a few devices: "Big Sister, I found them. Here you go."

"Come on, put them on me and him," Caulifla said, pointing toward Sun Wumian.

Hearing this, Kale walked over and prepared to put a scouter on Sun Wumian.

"Uh, no need for the trouble, just give it to me," he said, waving his hand quickly.

Hmm, it seems better than the system's detection function, Sun Wumian thought after testing it. He discovered that the range of this scouter was much further than the system's, capable of detecting things over 100,000 li away.

The system was much worse, with a range of no more than 10,000 li.

System, why are you so weak? You can't even compare to a little gadget, Sun Wumian muttered silently in his heart.

"That's not right. The system's capabilities are tied to the host's own strength. Aren't you just insulting yourself?" The system's voice suddenly popped into his head.

"Is that so? Whatever. Help me sign in those people over there."

The combat power of the core members of Caulifla's base was decent. Aside from her and Kale, whose base combat powers were 800,000 and 1,000,000 respectively, the other four had combat powers between 10,000 and 100,000.

[Ding~ Saiyan sign-in successful. Target's current combat power: 20,000. Host's combat power increased by 2,000.]

[Ding...]

"Beep, beep..."

"Huh? What are you doing? Why is your combat power rising continuously?" The scouter on Caulifla's wrist beeped incessantly.

"5,500... 8,000... 12,000... 20,000!"

"Don't make a fuss, I'm just improving my strength," Sun Wumian said casually after the sign-in was complete.

"Strange, I didn't detect any hidden power when I beat you to the ground earlier," Caulifla said, puzzled.

"Don't worry about the details. By the way, Miss Caulifla, when are we leaving for the Royal City?"

"Are you in such a hurry? Then we'll wait until later."

"Eh? What do you mean? If there's nothing else, it's better to go quickly."

"Before that, we have to pull off a big job first." After saying this, Caulifla led the others straight back to her house.

"What big job? What does that mean?" Sun Wumian asked aloud, but no one answered him.

For the next two days, he didn't see Caulifla or the others; it seemed they had truly gone off to do something major.

On the third day, Sun Wumian finally found out what they had been up to.

"Wow, there's so much food today."

"Haha, who knows why someone would like to hoard food? Guess it's just his bad luck."

"That's great, we should take some for the younger ones too."

Sun Wumian was present as well, and seeing the mountain of crates filled with food, he couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, "Where did all this food come from? You didn't go and rob someone, did you?"

"Hey." At this moment, Caulifla's dissatisfied voice drifted over from where she was lounging on the sofa. "Kid, don't make it sound so ugly. It's not robbery; we call this robbing the rich to help the poor, get it?"

"That may be so, but this isn't a long-term solution. I have an idea, though I'm not sure if I should say it." Sun Wumian pondered for a moment before speaking to Caulifla.

"Hmph, spit it out. Enough with the 'should I or shouldn't I'—I don't know what you're talking about."