Li Xingkong remained calm and picked up the gun from the "remains" of the centipede monster on the table.
Who's next?
As his gaze swept over them, the previously arrogant aliens all avoided Li Xingkong's eyes and began to play dead.
What can you do? If you sit at the roulette table with him, you're guaranteed to lose. In this situation, only an idiot would gamble with him.
Seeing that the atmosphere was becoming increasingly tense, the rat-headed man in the lead had no choice but to speak.
"Brother, we were blind to your Mount Tai. Please, have mercy on us!"
Li Xingkong didn't speak, but his gaze made the rat-headed man feel uneasy.
It looked around, then reached out and patted a few of its minions, and the aliens began to rummage through their shells.
"This is all the money we have on us, it's all yours, all yours."
"If I take it, won't it be considered robbery?"
Li Xingkong didn't directly reach out to take the money they handed him; instead, he coldly said something first.
"That kid lost to you, it's all his money, we're just paying for his losses..."
It can only be said that those years living on Earth Star were not wasted.
The shop owner also checked in time and confirmed that there was no problem with him taking the money.
He wanted to avoid it, but what if this guy stayed in the shop and wouldn't leave? How could he keep the shop open?
It would be better to cooperate and get this old man out of here quickly.
He knew exactly how powerful the weapons in his shop were; they were beyond the capabilities of ordinary cyborgs or mechanical warriors. If a fight broke out, he didn't know if the merchant guild could handle it, but he knew his shop would definitely be doomed.
Li Xingkong then accepted the money the men handed him and looked at them.
"Consider this money an apology, but it's not enough to make me let you go."
The men panicked; they had nothing else to offer in exchange.
"I came to the Chamber of Commerce mainly to buy some information. If you can give me directions, I'll consider letting you go."
Li Xingkong didn't intend to ask them for anything more. They were just a few rascals; what good stuff could they possibly have? However, they had been on this ship for a long time, so they should have quite a wide network of connections here.
Perfect timing! I don't have a reliable place to get what I need, and who knows how much it will cost.
"Grandpa, Grandpa, yes, there is a way. There's a shop on Intelligence Street that I have some connection with. If you take this, it can get you a free service."
The rat-headed man hurriedly pulled a business card from his pocket and placed it on the table.
Li Xingkong picked it up; it was a card entirely black and gold, with a rat's head drawn on it, looking rather imposing.
The back had a few small characters written on it, " Knows Everything, No. 12, Chamber of Commerce Intelligence Street ".
"Get out!"
Li Xingkong accepted the business card, waved for the hooligans to get lost, and then got up and walked towards the exit of the block.
"Waaaaah, that was my brother! It died such a terrible death..."
Seeing Li Xingkong's figure disappear into the street, the remaining centipede monster looked sorrowful.
"Stop yelling. We were mistaken this time. What, you want revenge?"
The rat-headed man slapped it, and with quite a bit of force.
"No, what I mean is this is a relative of mine, so we need to add some money for funeral expenses..."
The centipede-like monster stopped crying and said something.
"Get out! You rotten thing!"
After leaving the so-called "Fortune Street, "Li Xingkong quickly passed through several other commercial streets before finally finding the Intelligence Street."
After he produced the business card, the shop called Knows Everything respectfully invited him inside. Then, a small-headed man led him into a library-like room and left.
Li Xingkong was thinking that if that rat caused trouble, he would have to go back and give it a good beating, but he didn't expect that the business card the guy gave him would actually be useful.
This room is arguably the most crucial part of this Knows Everything place. The entire room is filled with relevant files and recent intelligence from various civilizations. I wonder what this guy's identity is, that his business card is so useful.
He's been allowed to come and go as he pleases.
Li Xingkong didn't dwell on the guy's identity. After all, they wouldn't see him again once he disembarked, so why bother thinking about him?
Just get what you want.
Li Xingkong quickly stepped forward and soon found what he cared about most.
Introduction to the Pan-Civilization Convention
Strictly speaking, this isn't exactly important intelligence, since almost any StarCraft civilization knows about this Convention.
This book looks like it's been sitting here for quite some time; it must have been at least several hundred years since it was last updated.
In the StarCraft age, the reign of a civilization is undoubtedly quite long, especially when the cosmic landscape is relatively stable; it is common for there to be no change of regime for thousands of years.
Opening the slightly antique-looking book, Li Xingkong finally gained some understanding of the so-called Pan-Civilization Convention.
This Convention was initiated by the three strongest powers in the current universe: the Kingdom of Fixed Light, the Kilometer Arc, and the Holy Church of Truth. It was subsequently joined by a large number of civilizations from the known universe, and was eventually formed as a Convention.
The number of civilizations under its control is as numerous as the stars in the sky, and some smaller civilizations don't even qualify to have their names included.
Just like the Snail People civilization that gave Earth Star a headache, it wasn't even mentioned by name in the entire book, which shows that it was indeed somewhat insignificant.
The strength of these three forces is not just boasting; it is genuinely formidable.
Their weapons weren't kept secret either; instead, a brief description was openly included in the book.
Just like nuclear weapons, if you have nuclear weapons but don't tell others, those who don't know any better will still bully you. But as soon as you show your nuclear weapons to the public, anyone who wants to mess with you will have to think twice.
The weapon of the Kingdom of Fixed Light is light.
It's not a laser weapon, nor is it an energy weapon; it's light at the level of physical definition.
They can define a threshold for the speed of light within a space.
According to the agreement, this large region of the universe, including Earth Star, is actually an experimental zone for the Kingdom of Fixed Light to demonstrate the power of its weapons. After locking the speed of light, they also deployed several black holes here to collect all the matter in the entire region.
This ability to fundamentally alter the concept of the universe is something that other civilizations simply cannot achieve.
Similarly, the other two factions each have their own strengths.
The Kilometer Arc has the ability to redefine π, while the Holy Church of Truth has the ability to define the constant of the universe.
Faced with the strength of these three forces, all other forces must step aside.
No matter what kind of space necromancers, Zerg, or intelligent fleets they are... they are all nothing under the attack that alters the fundamental constants that constitute the universe.
The change in the underlying rules means that all research and technology developed based on these rules will become obsolete. No matter how strong the original power was, it will have to obediently start all over again from scratch on the path of technology.