"I'm getting a little hungry. Got anything good to eat in this dump?"
Qin Feng rubbed his chin and asked casually.
Truthfully, he wasn't much of a food enthusiast. He was more interested in the "Space Thieves" these people had mentioned.
"Of course! Absolutely!"
"You're both honored guests. I'll have them prepare a banquet of the highest standard right away, so we can give you a proper welcome!"
King Samos nodded furiously and hurriedly ordered his subordinates to get everything ready.
As the ruler of a planet, he was groveling more than a servant. It wasn't because he expected these two to help when the thieves attacked.
He was simply afraid of making them angry. If they happened to be in a bad mood and casually blew up the planet, that would be the worst luck imaginable.
"Fine. You've got some sense, at least."
Qin Feng smiled faintly.
That was the reality of this world: everything came down to the strength of your fists.
If he hadn't intimidated the defense system the moment he arrived, these aliens would probably have been pointing cannons at his head by now.
But after he'd demonstrated his overwhelming strength, even the planet's ruler had to treat him like royalty.
Two days flew by.
Qin Feng and Android 18 spent their time eating, drinking, and having fun on this high-tech planet, enjoying a well-deserved break.
There were plenty of oddly shaped people here, but the technology was unquestionably decades ahead of Earth's.
The only thing worth complaining about was the food. It was so awful that eating it felt like chewing wax.
On a bustling downtown street, Android 18 linked her arm through Qin Feng's.
In public, she had returned to her usual cool, deadly-assassin persona, her gaze cold enough to freeze someone solid.
Today, she wore a tight black leather miniskirt that hugged her curves and showed off her figure in exquisite detail.
Her neckline was cut low, and her full, snowy-white breasts swayed with every step in her high heels.
But whenever she turned to look at Qin Feng, she became a completely different person.
"Honey, that holographic racing game was so much fun! I want to play it again!"
She pressed close against Qin Feng's arm, deliberately rubbing her full breasts against it as she coquettishly pleaded in a sweet voice only the two of them could hear.
The tight fabric beneath her skirt clung to her pert, peach-shaped backside, outlining its alluring curves.
"Sure. If you like it, we can stay here a few more days."
Qin Feng took the opportunity to give her rounded backside a squeeze, feeling its astonishing resilience.
They were in a new place, and there was nothing urgent to take care of. He might as well treat it as a honeymoon with his lovely wife.
"Wonderful! I'm going to get back in line!"
Android 18 was as excited as a little girl. She planted a delighted kiss on Qin Feng's cheek, then swayed her slender waist and hurried toward the game area on her long legs.
"Go ahead. I'll wait here." Qin Feng smiled and shook his head.
He'd gotten bored of games this childish after playing them once.
Android 18 had only just gone a short distance when—
Vrrr!
An unprecedentedly terrifying aura suddenly descended over the entire planet without warning!
The energy was immense.
Since Qin Feng had crossed over into the Dragon Ball World, this was the most frightening aura he had ever encountered.
Even worse, the aura was laced with pure killing intent that made his skin crawl.
Could that aura... be Hit? Qin Feng raised an eyebrow.
In Universe 6, there was only one person who could give off such an overwhelming presence and radiate such fierce killing intent: the universe's first assassin, Hit.
"Waaah! Waaah!"
"Maximum alert! Unknown high-risk energy signature detected!"
"Entire city, enter Level One lockdown!"
The shrill alarm rang throughout the city as red warning lights flashed wildly.
The alien civilians in the streets panicked and fled in every direction, clutching their heads.
The planet hadn't sounded an alarm of this level in several hundred years.
Why would an assassin come all this way? Who's the target? Qin Feng rubbed his chin.
Whatever. I'll go see what's happening.
He glanced at Android 18, who was still waiting in line at the game area.
The planet's defense system would protect her. As long as Hit didn't make a move, no one could hurt her.
Qin Feng pressed two fingers to his forehead.
Whoosh!
He used Instant Transmission and vanished from the spot.
The next second, Qin Feng appeared out of thin air in the command hall of King Samos's palace.
"What's going on? Why are you all so scared?"
Qin Feng glanced at King Samos, who was drenched in sweat and braced for the worst, and asked casually.
"Mr. Qin Feng!"
King Samos looked as if he'd found a lifeline. His face pale, he reported, "A moment ago, an unknown, terrifying energy broke through the atmosphere and destroyed more than half of our outer-space fighters in an instant. It must be those damn Space Thieves!"
Aside from the Space Thieves, he couldn't think of anyone else who would come after Planet Samos.
"Space Thieves? Don't flatter yourselves."
Qin Feng gave a derisive laugh. "Have you ever heard of Hit, Universe 6's first assassin?"
"W-what?!"
"Hit?!"
"The universe's first assassin!"
At the name, King Samos staggered backward and collapsed onto his throne, his voice trembling. "Mr. Qin Feng, do you mean... the one who just broke in wasn't a Space Thief, but Hit?!"
If the attackers were Space Thieves, then with the planet's advanced weapons and his own combat power of over ten million, they could at least put up a desperate fight.
But if it was Hit, then they were as good as dead.
He was the universe's first assassin! Not one target he'd gone after had ever lived to see the next day.
Compared with him, King Samos wasn't even an ant.
"That's right."
Qin Feng nodded. "I don't know what kind of Space Thieves you're guarding against, but the killing intent in that aura leaves no doubt. There's no one else in the universe like Hit."
"I was wondering how a dump like this, without a single decent fighter, managed to incur the wrath of someone like him. Looks like someone paid a fortune to have you killed." Qin Feng watched King Samos's ashen face like a spectator enjoying a show.
Hit was a professional assassin. As long as the pay was good, he'd take a job no matter how weak the target was.
"It's over... It's all over."
"With Hit after us, there's no hope for Planet Samos today."
At the mention of Hit, all the alien guards in the command room were terrified, their faces filled with despair.
To them, Hit was another name for the Grim Reaper.