Two Bandit-class armed merchant ships, one in front and one behind, sailed through the web-like Mars Free Channel.

Under the control of an experienced navigator, the ships silently traversed the nebula, dodging gravitational reefs formed by black holes, white dwarf stars, or neutron stars, and avoided intense bursts of energy and radiation storms. Passing through secret jump points never recorded on the human interstellar navigation devices, they quickly approached the Chucknaresk Star System.

Tian Xingjian and the little kid lay somewhat bored on the bridge balcony.

The ship was entering the gravitational orbit of a constant star, and because they had to cross the obstacle zone ahead to perform a gravitational jump, they had plenty of time to enjoy a sunbath filtered through the balcony’s glass dome.

Both were wearing just shorts. One big and one small white body, tossing and turning on the deck chairs. Like two roast suckling pigs automatically rolling in a microwave oven.

"Fatty." The little kid half-turned, hiding his already sunburned pink belly and showing his back: "Honestly, when you refused Margaret’s terms, did you not regret it even a little?"

"Why regret?" Fatty poked the little kid’s chubby pink flesh with his finger, tsk-tsking: "Damn, does your skin change color?"

"Ignorant. Lord Fart, I’m made of advanced biological materials." The little kid pouted: "I can’t believe that such a beautiful woman, as long as you nodded, not only would she be yours, nearly all of Feiyang would be yours, and you aren’t tempted?!"

"Honestly?" Fatty propped his head up with his hand.

"Do you think you can fool Lord Fart with lies?" The little kid sneered.

"Tempted..." Fatty nodded mournfully: "I’m no saint. To say I wasn’t tempted would be too hypocritical. I’d despise myself. Hastings’ grandson-in-law, an admiral rank... in my dreams, even my heart aches."

The little kid exclaimed: "Then why did you stay so chaste and refuse to comply?"

"The problem is, she doesn’t like me... It’s a transaction." Fatty sighed: "And transactions must observe the rules of the trade. If I blurted out an agreement, then I’d be the loser in this transaction. Though I’ve long resolved to sacrifice for Leray, some deaths weigh lighter than a feather, while others heavier than Mount Tai. My physical being must strive for my nation’s greatest benefit!"

"Pooh!" The little kid spat fiercely.

Although he somewhat despised Fatty, he also realized that someone like Margaret was absolutely not someone a guy like Fatty could easily control. By nature, Fatty was just a petty citizen, and far removed from Margaret’s level. Though it seemed Margaret always suffered losses in front of Fatty, and Fatty outright ignored her, it was because Margaret was on Fatty’s turf.

Right now, the war was kept within a certain range by both the Fei Alliance and the Western Alliance. However, signs of the war spiraling out of control were beginning to show. The large-scale offensives launched by Mikami Yuto in Resk and Sobel in the Karsdon Star River were harbingers. If the previous Leray, the bandit army, had certain room to breathe, then in the impending metal frenzy, no one could tell which wave could wipe out this small country and its last military force.

Compared to the full might unleashed by those big and superpowers, Leray was utterly insignificant. And the Flying Bandit Army in its growth phase was in just as difficult a position.

Here, Margaret was just a woman blinded with rage by Fatty, with her only power being herself. However, when she returns to Feiyang, her power will be something Fatty could only look up to. Her background and status decide her dominance.

This woman is an iceberg. Deeply ingrained Feiyang supremacy, her upbringing and education made her understand her marriage is different from ordinary people. Such a woman will only unleash her passion after her cold and hardened shell is shattered.

To not mention marriage, between Fatty and her, it’s a psychological battle.

Fatty holds a weight that Margaret cannot ignore. And Margaret’s background also means she would be the best buyer for everything controlled by the bandit army. With Fatty’s shrewdness, he wouldn’t drag such a transaction into some crappy marriage. What Leray needs is a powerful backing. An ally that won’t betray. That’s hard, but it’s a basic transaction condition.

Fatty is a broken pot, careless about how many times he falls into the mud. But as long as he catches a chance, he would take a big bite of the fat!

Where is Margaret’s fat?

"Fatty," the little kid asked curiously: "Have you ever peeked at her bathing?"

Fatty glanced contemptuously at the little kid, seeming to disdain such a vulgar and indecent question.

"No?" the little kid exclaimed.

"Bulls**t!" Fatty suddenly burst out in anger: "Who said I didn’t peek, you didn’t peek! I warn you, stop asking questions that concern honor and dignity! You’re questioning Master Fatty’s professionalism!"

"Hastings’ granddaughter..." the little kid was enraptured, regretfully saying: "The wonderful 34C, all just feeding pig eyes!"

Fatty sat smugly on the side: "34D, peach-shaped!"

"Impossible!" The little kid’s electronic eye instantly displayed a few dashed lines outlining the shape, questioning: "Based on my close contact and precise measurements, she is between 34C to 34D, but definitely not D... Peach-shaped D cup, how could that be?!"