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Li Qinwu saw that the Traffic Light Trio were bruised and swollen, clearly having been slapped in the face more than once. He immediately became annoyed.
"That dead fat pig did this?"
The Traffic Light Trio nodded.
"Sigh, he's the Little Sun. We can't hit him or curse him.
He thinks the water we drink is dirty, the food we eat is dirty, the bedding is dirty, even our air is dirty!
We can only play jesters beside him and coax him along. Otherwise, after going through all that trouble to save him, we won't get any benefits, and he'll even treat us like enemies!"
Li Qinwu was deeply moved to see how much the Traffic Light Trio had considered things for him. He reached out and patted their shoulders.
"You've suffered enough. Leave this guy to me from now on!
Where is he? Take me to see him."
Then, carrying a bottle of wheat juice, Li Qinwu followed the Traffic Light Trio toward the captain's cabin.
The captain's cabin was among the most luxurious quarters on the entire warship, second only to Li Qinwu's Hideout.
It covered nearly two hundred square meters and had every facility imaginable. The captain had planted many flowers, grasses, and trees brought from other planets, and hung paintings on the walls that he considered meaningful.
The captain was highly paid, and his cabin was his home. Everything displayed here was high-end.
But at this moment, Baron Dallas had taken the place over and torn apart the home the captain had painstakingly arranged!
He had ripped down the paintings on the walls, shoved over the statues by the walls, dug up the special plants the captain had brought from various planets