Carrie Smith was conflicted.

Damn it, I don’t believe this! Carrie Smith tossed the five boxes in his hands aside and used both hands.

Shameless!

In the starship’s main control room, a group of people watched the scene on the screen, repeatedly criticizing Carrie Smith; Carrie Smith’s shamelessness was already deeply ingrained in everyone’s mind.

Ever since Brian Clark was teleported onto this starship, someone had started analyzing him, and the calculation showed that the boy with the genotype brought by Dylan Smith had a 90% probability of being a B-class.

Bullying the weak, using higher-level genes to oppress lower-level ones, and when one hand wasn’t enough, using both!

Regarding Carrie Smith’s shameless behavior, Dylan Smith coughed awkwardly, but at the same time was quite shocked by Brian Clark’s ability. Forcing out Carrie Smith’s shamelessness was not something an ordinary person could do.

When Carrie Smith exerted force, Brian Clark solidified his entire arm. Even though Carrie Smith had A-class genes, he couldn’t do anything about it. Using both hands didn’t make much difference, but Brian Clark didn’t go overboard with arrogance—he just wanted these people to know he wasn’t someone to be easily pushed around.

“You’re too enthusiastic.” Brian Clark smiled and also reached out his other hand.

Two hands against two hands.

Carrie Smith’s face was a bit distorted.

“Ow, ow, ow... I give up! I give up!”

Carrie Smith pulled his hands back, looking at his reddened palms, almost in tears.

“Vice-captain, who’s this little brother you brought? Isn’t he a bit of a monster?”

The fact that Carrie Smith changed his address to “little brother” showed he already acknowledged Brian Clark’s ability.

“Serves you right! That’ll teach you to show off!” Dylan Smith kicked Carrie Smith aside and pointed at the five boxes on the ground. “Hurry up and get to work.”

“Yes!” Carrie Smith picked up the boxes and trotted a few steps, then turned back to ask Brian Clark, “My name is Carrie Smith, A-class fighter of the sixth squad. Little brother, what’s your background?”

“My name is Brian Clark, a free agent.”

Carrie Smith’s mouth formed an “O” shape, and he winked at Dylan Smith: Vice-captain, he’s a free agent, hurry up and keep this guy!

“Aren’t you leaving yet?” Dylan Smith scolded with a laugh.

“Leaving, leaving, hehe!” Carrie Smith instantly disappeared from sight.

Dylan Smith brought Brian Clark over for two reasons: first, to figure out this kid’s background—he looked familiar, but Dylan Smith just couldn’t recall from where; second, and most importantly, if this kid hadn’t joined any faction yet, he wanted to recruit him. The sixth squad was short on people right now. Dylan Smith trusted Brian Clark’s character and trusted his own judgment even more.

To help Brian Clark get up to speed, Dylan Smith explained the situation to him.

The sixth squad had a deal to negotiate in the neutral zone between the X and R star sectors. Dylan Smith, bored, heard about an underground trade for rare energy ore on a planet in the X sector, so he went over and snatched the goods while the parties involved were double-crossing each other. At the same time, he spread false news on another planet, claiming to have obtained a giant gem worth billions, to attract robbers. That set off a series of events, and this way, Dylan Smith could also get money from the government and passenger company of X-C100 star for “helping” fight the robbers.

Although Dylan Smith made it sound simple, Brian Clark knew that many of the details were hard to manage, which proved Dylan Smith’s strength and ability to control the situation—worthy of being the deputy captain of the sixth fleet.

Dylan Smith led Brian Clark down the corridor, introducing the ship’s layout as they went.

“That’s the warehouse over there, where we store supplies. Turn right up ahead and... Hey, Doughball, what are you doing sleeping here?” Dylan Smith called out to a spot on the corridor wall.

At first glance, you really couldn’t tell there was anything there, but if you looked closely or had sharp senses, you’d notice there was actually a living creature there. It seemed to blend perfectly with its surroundings, and based on its coloring, you couldn’t spot it at all.

Dylan Smith walked over and yanked the thing off. It was about thirty centimeters long. As it left the wall, its previous color faded, and its body immediately turned transparent, though its two little eyes were quite obvious, darting around. When it saw Dylan Smith, it smacked its lips as if greeting him.

A chameleon?

Brian Clark looked curiously at the little guy in Dylan Smith’s hand.

“Don’t play cute with me. What trouble did you get into this time? Why did Judy Smith throw you out again?” Dylan Smith flicked the chameleon called Doughball on the head.

Doughball curled its tail and wiggled, pretending to be pitiful.

Dylan Smith clicked his tongue, and just like kneading dough, he squished the little chameleon into a ball and—smack—threw it to the other side of the corridor, where it stuck to the wall. The little chameleon quickly adjusted its color to match the surroundings, blending in completely.

“That guy’s called Doughball, a mutant chameleon. Judy Smith picked him up during a mission five years ago. This little guy is always getting into trouble.” As for the team member named Judy Smith, Dylan Smith didn’t elaborate.

Dylan Smith brought Brian Clark to the main operations room and introduced him to several other team members.

After letting Brian Clark interact with the others, Dylan Smith called Beverly Smith over. “Beverly Smith, come with me for a moment.”

“Okay, vice-captain.”