The scene became very weird, Han Lang actually fought with a slave, you punch me, I give you a punch, the two people who hit were covered in blood, and they were talking in a language that Horton couldn't understand while fighting.

Obviously, the two of them are not really fighting to the death, otherwise they would never only see this bit of blood on the scene, and it seems that they are more like expressing the suppressed emotions in their hearts.

The two of them fought each other like crazy for more than ten minutes, and then they sat on the ground and gasped for breath.

"Your fists are hard." Clark spat out a mouthful of bloody spit and said to Han Lang in Earth dialect.

Smiling slightly, Han Lang said: "You are not bad, when you were born ten years ago, I was just a child, full of admiration for you, I didn't think that the first time the two of us met would be here, and there was a fight." ”

Still a little confused, Clark scratched his head and said, "I remember the Earth, it seems to be a very important place to me, but I have forgotten what the Earth looks like. ”

Swish~

Han Lang gently wiped his finger in the space ring, took out a tablet computer, and opened the album.

"Look, this is the earth, the home of us earthlings, beautiful, right? This is the continent, this is the ocean, my home is here, China, your home is here, the Americas."

Clark looked at it intently, these photos seemed to evoke memories buried in his depths, as soon as he saw this blue planet, Clark felt kind in his heart, but unfortunately his memories were very vague, and that feeling of closeness did not make him recall too many things in the past.

"You see this is a picture of you when you set off for the Galactic Convention, good guys, people from all over the earth are running to see you off."

"This is a picture of you beating through the A7 ruins in ninth place, when you announced in high spirits during the live broadcast that the Earth has stood up since then! Never be bullied again! As long as you Clark live, the earth will always be free. ”

"I was seven years old. When I heard your words, I cried at the time, but as a result, as soon as the Galactic Convention ended, you disappeared, and you couldn't even find a figure. I still have your picture, do you think I should beat you up? ”

Although he couldn't remember the past, when Han Lang said this, Clark still felt ashamed.

Memories can be erased, but the feelings in my heart will always be there, Clark believes in Han Lang, he becomes so excited when he sees himself, and he can't help but burst into tears when he sees the photos of the earth, these are the most sincere emotions.

"I. I." Clark stammered. I don't know what to say.

Han Lang is more than ten years younger than Clark next year, but at this moment, he patted him on the shoulder like a big brother and said in a deep voice: "Don't say anything, the earth will not forget any earthling, let alone abandon any earthling, it's good that you are still alive, go back with me, what happened in the past doesn't matter." The important thing is later. ”

Well!

Clark's eyes turned red and he nodded heavily.

Han Lang lay on the ground relaxed. Looking up at the spotlight on the roof, he said with a smile: "It's really good that you can come back, otherwise I will be left alone with so much pressure, and sooner or later I will be crushed to death." ”

As if remembering something, Clark asked in a low voice, "Is there anyone else in my family?" ”

Han Lang nodded, "You're much luckier than me." Your father, your mother, and your sister are all living well, and the federal government has arranged good living conditions for them. But after your disappearance, they moved out of the house given by the government and returned to the ranch where you used to live. ”

"I guess your sudden disappearance has made them very stressed and sad."

Clark jerked and clenched his fists.

"Let's go, let's go home, the family will be happy to see you." Han Lang pulled Clark up and said.

Go home?

Such a kind name, Clarke's heart couldn't contain the excitement, and his eyes became moist again.

As soon as Clark moved, the alloy chain that bound him rang out.

Click~

Han Lang raised his wrist slightly, and a knife stretched out from his cuff, cutting off the alloy chain.

Han Lang took Clark to the door and said to the stunned Horton, "Unlock his genetic lock." ”

Horton was stunned, frowned, and said, "But he."

The corners of Han Lang's mouth curved a little, and he said in a deep voice: "Believe me, your genetic lock has no way to completely control him, and the money that should be given will not be less, I want this person." ”

Horton saw Han Lang's undeniable posture, so he reluctantly unlocked the genetic locks on Clark's hands.

Returning to the upper level of the prison along the way he came, as soon as Clark appeared, the Red Dragons shouted loudly, looking very excited, not in the universal language of the galaxy, but in the tribal native language.

"What are they talking about?" Han Lang asked Clark.

"Oh, they're calling my name, Destroyer." Perhaps because he was afraid that Han Lang would misunderstand, Clark added, "The Destroyer is my name in the tribe. ”

Han Lang nodded slightly, and said to Horton: "Professor, I bought all these people, in order to give you peace of mind, the genetic locks of the soldiers are still retained, but please remove the genetic locks of those old, weak, sick and disabled, children and women, and give them some food, all of which will be recorded in my account." ”

Horton felt that there was nothing wrong with just unlocking the genetic locks of children and women, so he arranged for his subordinates to do as Han Lang instructed.

Han Lang and Clark inspected the prison full of slaves together, those people of the Red Dragon Clan, whether it was a warrior or an old man, saw Clark all bowed and worshipped, in the cell, the Red Dragon Clan was about seventy or eighty thousand people, accounting for the vast majority, and the rest were some foreigners, they were not very interested in Clark, but they were also very jealous.

Clark stretched out his hand and cocked his thumbs, and the Red Dragons also reached out from their cells and did the same, and the thumbs of both sides were together, as if it was a ritual unique to this race.

"This is the patriarch of the tribe, Mutata." Clark said, pointing to an old man with a lot of spirit.

Han Lang took a closer look, and saw that this old man was really extraordinary, the Red Dragon Clan was all red-haired, and the brighter the hair color, the more advanced his bloodline was.

Although the wooden tower is already old, it is a dragon clock. The red hair stretched from the top of the head to the back like a fiery cloud, which is also a characteristic of the Red Dragon Clan, many people in the galaxy discriminately call the Red Dragon Clan a red-haired monkey, except that the Red Dragon Clan is not much different from humans.

Han Langman respectfully bowed to the wooden tower, and said, "I've seen the patriarch." This is not the time to speak, so please bear with me for a moment, and when you leave here, I will invite you to drink. ”

Mu Tata knew that Han Lang would spend money to buy all of himself and his clansmen, but he didn't expect that Han Lang's attitude towards him would be so good.

Nodding solemnly, Mutata said in the lingua franca of the galaxy: "The Destroyer is the number one warrior of our clan, he believes in you, and I believe in you. You're a friend of our Red Dragons! ”

Han Lang was stunned for a moment, and said with some surprise: "It turns out that you can also speak the lingua franca of the galaxy?" ”

Mutata sighed and said: "Most people in the clan will say that they have been hunted down by humans for thousands of years, the lingua franca of the galaxy, warship technology, and weapon technology are all compulsory courses in the tribe, and all races that are not good at learning. It has long been wiped out by you humans. ”

Han Lang didn't say anything, human beings want to dominate the galaxy. It has never been good to foreign races, and Lao Mo once complained to Han Lang that most of their Kui tribes have become skinners, and they are forced by strong humans.

Han Lang asked Clark to stay in the square in the center of the prison and continue to communicate with the warriors of the Red Dragon Clan, and followed Horton to his office.

"Thirteen five-star slaves. There were two hundred and forty-five four-star slaves, three thousand one hundred and thirty-nine three-star slaves, and the combined number of two-star and one-star slaves was close to twenty thousand, and the rest were all ordinary slaves and women. Children, old people, etc., the total number is more than 150,000, so many slaves, do you really want to eat them in one bite? Horton asked as he handed Han Lang a form.

"Seriously." Han Lang added: "In addition, I also need a large high-speed cargo ship and enough supplies. ”

Horton smiled slightly, "There is no problem with this, give me two days, and the slaves I put in other stores can be transported here, and at the same time, the cargo ships and supplies you want will also be prepared, as for the price, go with the market, and give you a twenty percent discount, that quasi-god of war He is a human after all, and he knows you, just let him leave with your brother, let's pass this matter over, don't mention it again, do you think this is good?" ”

Han Lang nodded.

Since the emergence of a large number of index systems on the dark web, the price has become more and more transparent, check the slave price index of the year, you can know what the current slave price is, and what is the average price in three months or a year, and the average price is discounted by eight percent, which is the final transaction price.

As for Han Lang's payment, it is also very simple, the dark web not only has a slave price index, but also a blueprint price index, Han Lang pays Horton a sufficient amount of blueprints according to the current blueprint market price, and the business is declared.

Does Horton like to trade with Blueprints?

You must like it, the blueprint is a dark web hard currency, assuming that the transaction is made with star coins, the amount involved in this business is as high as hundreds of billions, although there is no shortage of financial experts on the dark web, but this account is still very troublesome, and the star coin trading system is also a public system in the final analysis.

And to pay with hard currency like the blueprint, you only need to use a small bag, and the goods are cleared, and Horton can cash out the blueprint at any time when he wants to use the money, so it would be strange if he didn't like Han Lang's blueprint.

As for Clark, how dare a smart person like Horton collect money? Han Lang and Clark obviously know each other, if Clark comes back to his senses one day and thinks about it, you still captured me as a slave in the first place, and find Horton's account, it will be a big trouble

Two days later, a brand-new Pro-class high-speed cargo ship set sail to return to Earth.

Han Lang was in his room, using a computer to connect to the interstellar dark web, and when he saw Zong Wudao, this stubborn old man still had the same serious expression as before, as if everyone owed him money.

"Teacher, I'm starting to return home, and this deal with Horton was quite successful." Han Lang thanked Zong Wudao seriously.

"Quite successful?" Zong Wudao pursed his lips and said: "It's a big profit, I didn't expect your kid to be so lucky, you can find Clark if you buy a slave, and Clark has also become a figure admired by the Red Dragon Clan, the number one master in the clan." ”

"Where are you buying slaves, you are adding a heartfelt super army to the earth! No matter why the Red Dragons accepted Clark, with my understanding of this race, as long as they recognize Clark as a brother, they will not hesitate to work for him and the earth. ”

"If I'm not mistaken, Clarke's superpower is Escape!?" (To be continued.) )