"What are you selling? Money? Selling things for money?"
Those words sounded like heavenly music to Aphra. Her little ears immediately perked up.
"Sell, sell, sell!"
She instantly turned around, but soon realized that if she looked too eager, she might not be able to get a good price. She quickly put on an affected air again, intending to haggle:
"Ahem. But if the price isn't right, then forget it."
The speaker was a young, one-eyed man wearing heavy armor similar to that of the Mandalorians. However, he also had a smiling woman in his arms, which meant he wasn't one of those mercenary lunatics.
The Mandalorians had only missions and payment in their heads. They wouldn't indulge in women, much less hug one in public.
Seeing her reaction, Su Ming merely smiled. "This way, please. Let's sit in the lounge and have a proper talk."
Super Soldiers all had Super Hearing. Deathstroke had clearly heard the girl's stomach growl just now, which made it even more likely that he could hire her.
People with empty stomachs often lost patience because of low blood sugar, and the speed of nerve conduction also slowed. Many people surviving on deserted islands, after going hungry for a while—even if they had a little food every day—would often find their hands and feet no longer obeying them. This was caused by disordered neural electrical signals.
"Master, this person is frightening." As the man turned and walked away with the beautiful woman in his arms, Zero Three leaned close to Aphra's ear and whispered, "He feels even darker than the Sith Emperor."
"Who cares? As long as he has money, he's a customer."
Aphra clutched her stomach and followed. The robot had no idea what she was suffering through.
All she wanted now was to