Having hung up Yang Peng's call, Li Ming paid no mind to it, reflecting on how much more troublesome Tu Zheng was than he had anticipated, while caressing the metal frame of the smart terminal in his hand.
Tu Zheng was nothing short of a wily old turtle.
"Why won't he leave this place?" Li Ming suddenly asked.
The benefits Tu Zheng had reaped over the years were undoubtedly substantial; leaving Silver Grey Star, he could live comfortably anywhere else.
"Of course, he wants to leave, but he's got to be able to," Ah Hu sneered coldly. "He's nothing but a dog raised by Star Creation Company. If he dares to break free from the chain, Star Creation Company could snuff him out effortlessly."
"The interstellar seems vast, but he can't even leave this star system!"
