Brian Clark spent a large sum of money on the black market to buy a blank ID card. The serial number and magnetic strip on it could be verified by the authorities. Brian Clark entered his own name and the current face image and other forged information, then swiped the card through the slot of a nearby machine. Instantly, the screen displayed Brian Clark’s current identity information. As long as the authorities didn’t make a major effort to investigate, this ID card would not arouse suspicion from inspectors.

In addition to the ID card, Brian Clark also bought a galaxy-wide savings card from the underground black market. After a series of complex and cautious operations, Brian Clark deposited all his remaining money into this card.

For these two cards, Brian Clark spent several million star coins, and now his savings were less than a tenth of what they used to be. Moreover, it’s important to know that having money alone isn’t enough—without the right channels, it’s impossible to get these things. This was one of the benefits of Brian Clark’s three-year career as a hunter.

The next day, the newly transformed Brian Clark boarded the X-C362 to X-C100 flight, traveling light. He passed through airport security checks and identity verification without any obstacles.

Sitting in a passenger starship seat, Brian Clark touched the whorl pattern on his left thumb. Security hadn’t detected anything at all. If it were ordinary subspace items, it wouldn’t have gone so smoothly—let alone with weapons and other dangerous items inside.

He pressed a button on the chair, and a screen appeared in front of him, displaying the scene outside the starship.

Although Brian Clark lived in that poor little town, because he was a shadow hunter, he had been to many places on this planet. Now, looking back, he felt a mix of emotions.

Towering skyscrapers and bustling cities gradually shrank and blurred, and the panorama of the planet unfolded before his eyes. For the first time, Brian Clark saw the true face of the “Sky Eye”—a satellite array. They monitored the entire surface and could take action immediately, just like that night when the protective light shield was deployed to contain the explosion.

Brian Clark took out the pendant hanging around his neck and let it have a good look at the planet.

“Hannah Clark, Master, we’re about to set off. Who knows when we’ll be able to return.”

Chapter Six: The Strange “Uncle”

Planet X-C100 served as a transportation hub for the X star sector of the galaxy. Most of the transfers between star sectors designated by the Galactic Alliance took place on X-C100. Tens of thousands of planes and starships took off and landed here every day. Brian Clark’s destination was the D to M star sectors of the “Free Trade” Ten Sectors, which were rapidly developing within the Galactic Alliance. The X sector was still a lagging region.

As for the A to C sectors, it wasn’t easy to gain a foothold there. Sector A was home to many political organizations, including the United Government of the Galactic Alliance. Sector B had many academies and was also a center for finance and trade. Sector C was mostly a military zone, home to the Alliance’s most famous military academy—the Star Alliance Military Academy. The ABC sectors were known as the “Shining Three Sectors” by the Alliance, and not just anyone could go there. The waters ran deep, and you could disappear without a trace at any moment.

Sitting in a restaurant near the airport, Brian Clark rested his chin on his hand and gazed outside. Compared to the chaotic bustle of Brown Earth Star, the X-C100 transfer star was orderly everywhere. From massive cargo starships to the flying cars zipping through the air above the streets, everything ran smoothly. The X sector’s transportation hub truly lived up to its name.

Brian Clark bought a tabloid. The flashing animations and prominent names on the paper made every day feel fresh. Sipping his tea, Brian Clark had already bought his ticket to the K sector. All he had to do now was wait.

Whether it was his sitting posture, the way he drank tea, or how he held the newspaper, Brian Clark gave off an air of excellent refinement—something cultivated since childhood with Field. There was no sign that he came from the slums. Of course, this was just a disguise to match his current appearance. If Brian Clark wanted to give off a roguish impression, he could easily do that too.

“Hey, sweetheart, are there any free tables left?”

A young man with shoulder-length brown curls, wearing sunglasses and somewhat flashy clothes, walked into the shop carrying a large black suitcase. The top two buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing a muscular chest to show off his explosive masculine charm. He flirted with the female server, his gaze openly fixed on her ample chest.

Even though there were robot servers nearby, he deliberately approached the female server at the counter. Such pick-up attempts were common, and the waitress was clearly unfazed, still smiling as she replied, “I’m sorry, there are no free tables, but there are open seats. Would you like to wait, or join someone at an open seat…”

“Oh, so there aren’t any left! What a pity!”

The young man glanced around the shop through his sunglasses, and finally fixed his gaze on Brian Clark’s table.

“I’ll take that table. I’ll squeeze in with that kid.”

“Alright, please go ahead.”

The waitress’s smile became a bit stiff. That was a standard six-person table, and there was only one person sitting there. Even with this newcomer, there would only be two—how could it be crowded?

Although there were several tables in the shop with only one or two people, Dylan Smith deliberately chose this one. Dylan Smith felt that this kid gave him a strange feeling—something he couldn’t quite put his finger on. He even seemed vaguely familiar, but for the moment, he just couldn’t recall from where.