After a struggle, March 7th finally managed to knock him out.
Only when she saw him collapse and lie still did she breathe a sigh of relief.
"Phew... Why is this guy so strong? Have I gotten worse, or is he actually that good...?"
"He is an interstellar fugitive," a haggard employee nearby said, slowly getting to his feet. His voice was low.
"You subdued him so easily only because he's worked seven days straight without rest."
"Huh?" March 7th looked toward the voice and found his silhouette strangely familiar.
She hurried over for a closer look. It was Blade.
If she remembered right, he had been among the employees sitting on the floor earlier, doing absolutely nothing.
"Finally found you! Why didn't you come meet me earlier?"
"How was I supposed to know who was inside that outfit?" Blade said, exasperated.
"If your moves hadn't reminded me of someone I knew, I'd have taken you for a supervisor here."
"Let's talk somewhere else."
Outside the factory.
Under the night sky, Yan Huan watched March 7th and Blade climb down together.
"Hey, hey, hey... Uncle, you really work here?"
"Is it okay for you to leave like this? They won't dock your pay, will they?"
"Shut up." Blade landed steadily.
"Get me out of here. I don't want to stay another second."
"Well, well."
"No."
"..."
Blade narrowed his eyes. "I can't find a way out anymore. I'm not joking."
"How is that possible?" Yan Huan was skeptical.
"All you have to do is fly off the planet. That can't stump a Stellaron Hunter."
"..." Blade's expression turned grave.
"Then tell me how to leave."
"Hijack a spaceship," Yan Huan suggested.
"You're a Stellaron Hunter. Hijacking a spaceship is completely reasonable."
"Then where's the spaceship?"
"How would I know? You've