Although the integrity of the cosmic merchant is somewhat enigmatic, the Yapool people still trust him to a certain extent.
Moreover, the Metaronians are not the kind of vicious alien race.
It's true that one of the ancestors of this race was quite ferocious.
"How much of your soul do you have left?"
The Yapo man asked.
The Metaron alien did a quick calculation and said with a chuckle, "I have quite a few souls, and I even have the kind that's perfect for you—one with a bit of resentment. But the price..."
He deliberately left his words unfinished, instead making a small money gesture.
Clearly, the Metron aliens had no intention of giving the Yapool a favorable price; instead, they planned to rip them off.
"Money is not a problem, you know, my concept of money has always been very vague."
The Yapool man breathed a sigh of relief; as long as the Metron aliens were willing to sell, he could buy it through legitimate channels.
Although cosmic merchants are all unscrupulous, they are still much more honest than black market auction houses.
"Yes...it's because your concepts are so vague that it takes us longer to convert the things we receive from you into cash!"
The Metaron alien muttered something unpleasantly.
However, if the Apo people used a currency, then he had no reason to object.
"Show me how much money you have first, then I'll give you the goods. We cosmic merchants are very trustworthy in this regard, you have to trust me~"
The Metaron alien chuckled.
Although his smile was sly, he was telling the truth.
Yapool knew this too, so he only twitched his eye slightly, then casually opened a space-time portal, took out a small bag of things, and threw it to the Metron alien.
"Is that enough?"
The Yapool knew that the Metron aliens were determined to kill them, but there was nothing they could do.
After all, with his own power waning, he could only swallow this bitter pill.
The Metaron alien didn't rush to answer, but instead opened the bag that the Yapool alien had thrown at him.
An inspection is still necessary.
Although the Yapool were very dissatisfied with the Metron aliens' stingy behavior, they didn't say anything.
"Hmm...that's enough, you're really rich, kid..."
The Metaron aliens are not the kind of unscrupulous cosmic businessmen.
Of course, the main concern was that if they continued to fleece the sheep, they would lose all their sheep, so they abandoned their plan to continue ripping off the Yabo people.
He took a small bag of soul ore from his pocket and threw it to the Yapool.
"Oh, right, since you bought so much stuff, I'll give you this soul ore I just received as a gift."
The Metaron alien shrugged and tossed the soul ore in his hand to the Yapool alien.
Anyway, he made a huge profit. Even if this unimportant soul ore was given away for free, it was still worth it for him.
"Thank you..."
The Yapool silently accepted the soul ore from the Metron alien, his tone involuntarily tinged with a hint of helplessness.
It's not like he can't do math.
He knew he had been taken advantage of, even if the Metaron aliens had given him a soul ore for free.
But there was nothing he could do...
"Alright, goodbye."
The Yabo people no longer wanted to talk to this unscrupulous merchant.
After saying a casual remark, he disappeared completely.
"Truly worthy of being a survivor of the last great war, appearing and disappearing without a trace."
The Metaron alien raised its head and glanced at the spot where the Yapool had disappeared.
He then shrugged.
Sigh, no matter how awesome those guys are, it doesn't really concern him.
No one would go against a cosmic businessman unless he wanted to leave this universe.
"Ring ring ring!!!"
Just as the Metron alien was about to pack up and go home to rest, a rapid ringtone sounded in his pocket.
Upon hearing the bell, the Metaron alien hesitated slightly.
But I still took it out.
This is the device that the Metronians used to find out about the Gatsiians' resurrection last time; in fact, it's similar to a telephone for Earthlings.
Although there is a significant difference in performance.
When the Metron alien finished reading the message on the phone, his expression instantly turned ugly.
"Holy crap, we're already on Saturn? No way, this planet is too dangerous, I have to get out of here."
The Metaron alien was referring to the Gatsi alien that had broken free of its seal.
Earth is still some distance from the place where the Gaci aliens appeared.
Moreover, it remains to be seen whether the Gatsi aliens will immediately seek revenge after so many years.
Therefore, the people of Metaron dared to stay on Earth.
But now, things aren't so good.
In the case of someone like the Gatsi alien, the title of "cosmic merchant" probably wouldn't be enough to intimidate him.
In that case, running away is the wise choice.
Having thought of this, the Metaron alien instantly disappeared into the shadows.
Shortly thereafter, the satellites of the three major powers detected a spaceship that flashed by.
However, the spaceship was moving too fast, and it could only manage to take a blurry photo.
However, the departure of the Metaron aliens also made some extraterrestrials on Earth wary.
This also includes two "aliens" who are far away on Mars.
"drink!"
A slender blade of light suddenly split in space, and countless tiny blades of light bombarded the surface of Mars at extremely high speed.
Fortunately, there are no living things on Mars; otherwise, this attack would have surely killed tens of millions of people.
"You really are a genius; you've solved the problem of such small fry."
Zog was a proud woman by nature.
If it weren't for that great battle that caused her soul to be split in two, she would never have taken Tu Xiaohei as her apprentice.
However, that's what they say.
After truly witnessing Tu Xiaohei's talent, Zog couldn't help but marvel at it.
However, Tu Xiaohei did not answer Zog's question.
Instead, he stared intently at the spaceship that was rushing past in the distance.
"Are they aliens who escaped from Earth? Are they already aware of the dangers facing Earth?"
Although Tu Xiaohei's words were in the form of a question, he did not expect anyone to answer them.
The same goes for Zog.
"Sorry, I was distracted for a moment. Let's get back to training!"
Tu Xiaohei shook his head, then his eyes instantly turned cold.
He adopted his own unique fighting stance and stared at Zog.
This period allowed Tu Xiaohei to grow at an extremely rapid pace. His past excessive kindness was now hidden in his heart and no longer revealed.
Zog nodded.
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