Quick Transmigration: Why did you provoke him? He's love-struck!

Chapter 419 The Predator Trapping Plan (18)

Yan Zhen didn't care how powerful A001's interstellar military was, nor did he care whether Qin Jiu was bragging.

"Just tell me if he's a high-level mental power user."

"Yes."

"That settles it then," Yan Zhen said. "We just need him to lead us out of N613. As long as we achieve our goal, who cares if he's bragging or not?"

Shen Rong: "..."

That's true, but she is just...

I can't stand pretentious people!

Moreover, ever since this pretentious guy took off his gas mask, she felt that Jiang Ti's attitude towards him had become strange.

Her ingratiating manner, though purposeful, also contained a hint of intimacy she couldn't quite put her finger on...

“If you hate him, just ignore him.” Yan Zhen patted Shen Rong on the shoulder. “I’ll deal with him.”

Having said all that, Shen Rong knew this wasn't the time to act impulsively, so she quietly replied, "Okay."

After calming Shen Rong down, Yan Zhen climbed back up to the top of the spaceship and continued his conversation with Qin Jiu.

"If you don't have a fixed place to stay, where did you live before?" Yan Zhen asked.

Qin Jiu said, "I'll be adrift in space, flying my spaceship wherever it takes me."

The words were clear.

No wonder he comes to N613 so often; it turns out he's here because it's unmanaged and he can stay as he pleases.

"You must have something special to be able to carry a bounty of 3.7 billion!" Yan Zhen looked at him with bright eyes. "Boss Qin, you know that N613 is about to disintegrate. Can you give us some advice? Where can we escape to survive without a pass or residence permit?"

Qin Jiu glanced at her, a smile in his eyes: "If this were before today, I could help you with this, but now, I can't."

"why?"

"My spaceship was destroyed," Qin Jiu said. "All my possessions accumulated over the years were on the ship, along with my capable subordinates. As you can see, they all perished while protecting me."

Yan Zhen: "..."

So it turns out that although the person I brought back was a genuine high-level spiritual power user, for various reasons, he couldn't play a role in taking me and Shen Ronghai away.

Yan Zhen sat on the top of the spaceship cabin, briefly falling into self-doubt.

She felt like a fly trapped in a transparent glass dome, with a bright future ahead but all paths blocked.

Seeing that Yan Zhen remained silent, Qin Jiu chuckled and said, "Judging from that expression, are you regretting saving me?"

"No, not at all," Yan Zhen said.

Saving him was risky, but it was just a matter of convenience.

Moreover, given that he was essentially a Mirror Soul, I couldn't just stand by and watch him die.

Thinking of this, Yan Zhen sighed and pointed to a small door that had been opened at the tail of the abandoned spaceship, saying, "There's a room over there. You'll have to make do with it. Anyway, you have nowhere else to go right now, so why don't you stay here with us? The food and lodging conditions are a bit poor, but at least you can survive."

Qin Jiu raised an eyebrow: "Okay."

"I'll go check on Haier."

Yan Zhen slid down from the roof and entered the spaceship's interior.

Qin Shao watched her disappearing figure, feeling somewhat surprised.

He had assumed that once the woman realized he couldn't help them, she would regret risking her life to save him, turn against him, or even drive him away menacingly.

But she didn't; instead, she allowed him to stay.

However, Qin Shao thought again that although he could not provide her with a place to stay, he still had the skill of piloting a spaceship.

Moreover, he said his head was worth 3.7 billion Star Coins. What if this woman's plan was to use him to escape N613 and then hand him over to the A001 military in exchange for the bounty?

Defenses can not do without.

Yan Zhen went into the cabin, while Haier was still fast asleep.

But the injection should be effective; his previously heavy breathing has become much calmer, and he no longer sweats profusely.

Once she realized he was getting better, Yan Zhen felt relieved, took a shower, and went to bed.

The next morning, when Yan Zhen woke up, Shen Rong was already up.

Haier fell ill, and she took over the logistics position, currently cleaning the cabin.

After washing up, Yan Zhen took out three vials of nutritional supplements, bit one open and put it in his mouth, and put the other two in his pocket before strolling off to look at Haier.

A night has passed, and Haier has woken up. He is now sitting on the bed in a daze.

Seeing that he was still pale and dazed, looking like the world was about to end and he was in despair, Yan Zhen walked up to him and kicked the cot under him: "Can you live? If you can't, I won't waste my medicine treating you."

Haier looked up, her misty eyes filled with despair: "You shouldn't have saved me..."

"It's not too late to die now."

Haier: "..."

Yan Zhen handed over a bottle of nutrient solution.

Haier hesitated for a moment, but still accepted it.

Seeing him struggling to tear open the bag and pour the nutrient solution into his mouth, Yan Zhen breathed a sigh of relief.

“That’s right. It’s better to live a miserable life than to die. Even if we end up dying in the disintegration of planet N613, that’s a thing of the future,” Yan Zhen comforted him. “I’ll give you two days off. Get well soon. I want to eat stewed black quail.”

Although Haier was still listless, he replied, "Okay."

Yan Zhen carried the nutrient solution to the stern of the cabin and knocked on the door of the private room.

No one answered from inside, but Shen Rong, holding a broom, floated past her like a ghost: "The show-off isn't here."

"Huh? He's gone?"

"I don't know," Shen Rong said. "He went out early this morning."

Yan Zhen pushed open the door and saw that the room was indeed empty. Judging from the marks on the bed, Qin Jiu hadn't even lain down.

Considering that he couldn't stop the person from leaving, Yan Zhen simply decided to ignore him.

She put down a bottle of nutrient solution, turned around, and crawled into the spaceship that was being repaired to continue her work.

A busy day.

In the evening, Yan Zhen finished his work for the day and stepped out of the spaceship.

Today, she was replacing damaged parts in the cockpit. The area was cramped, and she had been hunched over in the cockpit all day, so her back and waist were aching.

Stretching, Yan Zhen aimed at a broken old fighter jet propeller lying three meters outside the cabin. He took two steps back, bent down and made a running start, then leaped up and pounced to grab the propeller.

Having successfully grabbed the propeller, Yan Zhen's body swayed precariously in mid-air.

Beneath her feet lay a metal forest of rubble, and she was about to do a few pull-ups as usual when a soft laugh came from above.

Yan Zhen subconsciously looked up and saw Qin Jiu sitting on the wreckage of a fighter jet directly above her, looking down at her.

Their eyes met, and Yan Zhen was about to say something when the propeller snapped with a loud crack, breaking off without warning.

Yan Zhen felt his body sink downwards, his arms and legs sprawled out, about to fall.

At that moment, a force wrapped around her waist and threw her upwards. She immediately floated up as if she had escaped gravity.