The Interstellar Queen of Scavengers-Chapter 988: That’s Too Much!

At the same time —

In a pitch-black, confined, narrow secret room, 5 rugged-looking men squatted beside a holographic screen. Through the holographic simulation, the colors, aromas, and flavors were all perfectly replicated, with not a hint diminished, transmitted through the data to the five burly men. They sniffed at the aroma drifting from the lunchbox, their faces turning dark with fury:

"This is too much!"

"This is too much!"

"These little brats are really going overboard." 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

The four burly men in black protective clothing were indignant, wishing they could crawl through the data cable and skin those little brats on the other side, snatching the lunchbox away.

The leading man, however, just focused on the screen where Ji You, Shen Changqing, Sheng Qingyan, and Chu Jiaojiao were, remaining silent. His thick black eyebrows didn’t move, his gaze deep and inscrutable.

...

When Shen Changqing and Sheng Qingyan had devoured all the meat dishes and only vegetables were left, Ji You leisurely pulled out a shiny honey-glazed roasted chicken from the Space Button.

Shen Changqing, Chu Jiaojiao, Sheng Qingyan: "!!!"

The golden crispy skin and the savory, sweet aroma wafted over —

Chu Jiaojiao, clutching her nutrient solution, was almost unable to hold it anymore. She took a deep breath and said, "Ji You, you’re going too far."

Sheng Qingyan, chewing on some spinach, which tasted like wax, said, "You’re overdoing it, you poor dead guy."

Shen Changqing swallowed hard, "Ji You, you..."

"You..."

After a long pause, Shen Changqing gritted his teeth and said, "You’re really too much."

On the other end of the screen.

Upon seeing Ji You’s fragrant honey-glazed roasted chicken, four of the five men couldn’t help but angrily slap their hands:

"Damn it!"

"That’s not just going too far! It’s damn intolerable."

"Absolutely intolerable!"

"I can’t stand it anymore! I’m going out to slaughter those little brats!" The man speaking suddenly stood up and drew out a Big Chopper!

"I’m going too!" The second man stood up, holding an Energy Sword.

"I love slaughtering little brats like this the most," said the third man, gripping a Big Iron Hammer, squinting with his triangular eyes, looking extremely fierce.

"Let’s go!" The fourth man stood up. He said just one word, short and impactful, but the weapon in his hand was no simple thing; it was a High Particle Flow Gun, capable of burning a person to ashes with a single shot.

Corpse retrieval?

Not possible.

Just as the four men in the secret room stood up decisively, ready to take action, the leader remained motionless. He didn’t raise an eyebrow and said, "Sit down."

With just two words, not spoken loudly and with a faint sense of gentleness, surprisingly the four furious men, about to charge out, abruptly stopped. The first person sat back down.

The second person squatted back down.

The third person put the Big Iron Hammer away.

The fourth person reholstered his gun and slowly sat back down.

...

The four of them simultaneously turned to the leader and one of them asked, "Boss, are we just supposed to sit here and wait for those little brats to come in?"

Another one said, "Just a few weak-looking brats; I could crush them with one hand. Boss, let me go, and I’ll deal with them myself." The speaker was the burly man wielding the High Particle Flow Gun, his face full of hostility, exuding ferocity.

"Ying Sanqiang, your shooting skills aren’t up to the mark, let me do it!" Another burly man stood up, brandishing his Big Iron Hammer and licking his lips, saying, "It’s been a while since I’ve had such brats to deal with; my Big Iron Hammer is itching for action."

Ying Sanqiang, holding a High Energy Particle Flow Gun, squinted his eyes, shooting a sidelong glance at the guy with the Big Iron Hammer, mocking, "Ying Tiechui, I’m no good? Want to see if your hammer is faster than my gun?"

"Alright, Sanqiang, Tiechui, stop arguing, let’s listen to the boss." The burly man holding the Big Chopper said as he turned to face their silent boss.

Ying Sanqiang, Ying Tiechui, Ying Dadao, and Ying Jian, all four burly men named after their weapon specialties, argued for a while before turning in unison to the silent boss, sitting with dark, solemn eyes.

The leader’s weapon was a small Dagger, not a regular one, but one that could transform into a sword or a gun at any moment. His code name wasn’t Ying Dagger but a rather normal one, Ying Tu.

Ying Tu, with his eyes fixed on Ji You and the others on the screen, suddenly scolded, "All of you, sit down. Those brats are not as simple as you think."

Ying Tiechui gripped his Iron Hammer, ready to stand, "Boss?"

Ying Tu: "Sit."

Ying Tiechui pursed his lips but complied, sitting back down.

Ying Tu continued, "Do you really think those brats who effortlessly wiped out that group of Black Gold Rats below are simple?"

Ying Dadao, rubbing his Big Chopper, said, "Boss, those brats aren’t simple, they’re obviously exceptional students polished and groomed by elite schools. Smart, with great talent... But! That’s all they are. These kids from prestigious schools, no matter how tough, are nothing more than pretty faces—greenhouse flowers, beautiful but fragile."

His coarse fingers ran over the sharp blade of the Big Chopper, his thick calluses shielding him from the blade, leaving his fingers unharmed...

This was a dull blade.

It was Ying Dadao’s favorite weapon in close combat, as he believed that cutting flesh with a dull blade was the most excruciating.

Ying Tu said nothing, just squinted his eyes and warned, "I’ll only say this once: make a move if you dare, don’t blame me—" His tone was soft, so soft, even with a hint of gentleness...

But upon hearing this, the other four burly men fell silent immediately.

...

On this side of the screen.

After Ji You took out the whole honey-glazed roasted chicken, she still wasn’t done. Right in front of Chu Jiaojiao, Sheng Qingyan, and Shen Changqing, she pulled out a plate of braised pork trotter.

Chu Jiaojiao and the others: "!!!"

Their mouths watered involuntarily.

Ji You smiled slightly, saying nothing, and then she pulled out a roasted lamb leg from the Space Button.

Chu Jiaojiao and the others: "!!!"

Chu Jiaojiao swallowed hard and asked, "Ji You... do you... have any more?"

Ji You smiled and said, "Yes."

Chu Jiaojiao’s eyes widened, "!!!"

Then—

Ji You pulled out a big bowl of braised ribs.

The three of them pursed their lips, Sheng Qingyan rolled his eyes and said, "You poor dead guy, that’s enough already."

On this side of the screen.

Ying Tu and the other four burly men, except for Ying Tu, almost said in unison, "That brat, enough already."