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"Brother! Wait for me! The cutting machine needs another half minute to preheat!"

Barron, carrying a plasma cutter, sprinted across the deck on his short legs.

Lin Feng didn't turn around, but slightly bent his knees.

Whoosh!

Heading straight for the chaebol warships high in the sky, which had been stripped bare in a terrible state.

Barron quickly shoved the plasma cutter into his arms and followed closely behind on his anti-gravity skateboard.

The three thousand warships in the sky were still arrayed in place.

The thrusters emitted a faint blue light, and not a single ship dared to move.

Lin Feng hovered in the center of the fleet, pointing to the ten largest heavy battleships on the outermost perimeter.

"That's ten of you." Lin Feng waved in that direction. "Move to the middle, it's hard to work if you're too far apart."

Inside the bridge of the heavy battleship, several private warship captains turned green with rage.

"Mr. Lin... Mr. Lin! That fat guy has emptied our armory! He even cut off the main gun barrels!"

The captain of the lead battleship cried out in the public address system, "What more do you want! If you take any more apart, we won't even be able to save the main engines!"

"Who wants your engines? Those junks are noisy and burn gas."

Lin Feng flew to the side of the first battleship in mid-air and patted the thick main armor plate twice.

Dang dang dang.

His voice was deep and honest.

"I see your armor is thick and sturdy, so give me ten or so pieces to repair my mothership."

Lin Feng pointed to several Imperial motherships with large holes: "Your boss blew up our ships, so it's reasonable for you to provide some armor plating to repair them, right?"

"That makes sense! That makes sense!"

Before the captain could speak, Barron, who had just caught up, raised both hands in approval from his skateboard.

"Brother, this is called taking from the people and using it for the people! It's perfectly reasonable and legal!"

The captain was swallowing hard on the channel.

"Mr. Lin, this side hull main armor is part of the ship's load-bearing framework, and it's attached to the internal bulkheads using high-torque rivets. If you want to disassemble it, you'll at least need to have a robotic arm come and remove it..."

"What kind of robotic arm?"

Lin Feng spread his arms wide and clasped his fingers into the seams of the armor plate.

The blood and qi surged through his arms with a thunderous roar.

The purple-gold dragon pattern instantly covered both forearms, and the muscles forcibly tore the cuffs.

"Get down here!"

Lin Feng tensed his waist and abdomen, and pulled outwards with all his might.

Crunch!

The entire heavy battleship, several hundred meters long, tilted violently in mid-air.

"Holy crap! Be gentle! Bro, you're pulling it crooked!"

Barron quickly hopped on his skateboard and rushed over, his plasma cutter blasting the remaining connecting shaft with all its might, sending sparks flying dozens of meters high.

In less than two minutes, Lin Feng uprooted a heavy composite armor plate, which was over a thousand meters long, from the side of the warship.

The battleship, having lost its main side armor, immediately exposed large areas of its undercarriage.

"The next one!"

Lin Feng lifted the massive iron plate, weighing tens of thousands of tons, with one hand and tossed it to Barron behind him, then turned and lunged at the second ship.

Snap! Sizzle!

The ear-piercing sound of metal tearing apart became the only main melody in this near-Earth orbit.

The ten heavy battleships that the Bloodthorn Conglomerate was so proud of were stripped of their core and side armor by Lin Feng's bare hands.

Each warship had an extra hole over a thousand meters wide on its side.

The pilots of the remaining two thousand-plus warships gripped the control levers tightly, barely daring to breathe, for fear that this ruthless star, not satisfied with his looting, might also dismantle their small frigates as patches.

"That's enough! Ten yuan is more than enough!"

Barron, holding several thousand gold bars he had just casually pulled out, pointed downwards.

"Big brother! Let's go, let's get to the welding!"

Lin Feng clasped his hands together, stacked the ten huge main armor plates together, and casually tied them together with a few dismantled load-bearing cables.

He lifted hundreds of thousands of tons of composite armor plates overhead with one hand and headfirst towards the Star Harbor below.

Boom!

Ten giant armor plates were thrown directly next to the mothership, causing the entire plaza to sink and sending up clouds of debris and dust.

Hermann crawled out of the engine room, holding a maintenance wrench in his hand.

Seeing the pile of high-density iron plates in front of him, which was taller than half the height of the mothership, he froze on the spot.

"This...this is the main armor of a battleship directly under Rein's command?"

Hermann's voice distorted, "Sir, have you completely exposed the hypocrisy of their entire fleet?"

"What kind of shamelessness is this? This is called repair material."

Lin Feng patted the rust off his hands. "Baron, get to work! Put these iron plates together within half an hour."

"Alright!"

Barron grabbed a plasma welding torch and pulled together dozens of engineers from the Imperial mothership to work as his assistants.

"Don't just stand there! Stick these big pieces directly onto the hole on the port side! Weld it shut! Don't bother looking at the wiring, don't bother finding the joints, just cover it up and weld it shut!"

The engineers had never seen such a brutal way of repairing a ship before. Under Barron's threat of waving a wrench, they could only frantically pile up materials with their high-frequency high-intensity welding torches.

Heavy, heavy battleship main armor plates were stacked and welded onto the outer layer of the mothership without any aesthetic appeal.

More than twenty minutes later.

A platinum mothership that originally followed an elegant, streamlined design was forcibly transformed into a heavily armored steel hedgehog.

The left and right sides even look a bit crooked because of the different thickness of the armor.

Hermann stood at the edge of the ruins of the square, his mouth twitching wildly.

"Your Excellency, if this ship sails back to the capital... the welcoming fleet might mistake us for a scavenging ship from space."

"As long as it's sturdy, don't be so demanding."

Lin Feng walked up to the hatch of the steel hedgehog and casually patted the newly welded composite sheet metal.

"Rein and his crew used high-quality materials. These ten layers of sheet metal are stacked together, and even the spatial turbulence inside the jump tunnel cannot penetrate them."

Below, in the rubble pit.

Taylor was kneeling beside the puddle of yellow water he had created.

He raised his head, looked at the heavily armored mothership with its extremely abstract design, then looked at the ten battleships with holes and exposed in the sky, put his hands together, and bowed three times to the sky.

"Signing a contract is good... At least with a contract, I'll still have some semblance of legitimacy. If I hadn't signed, I'd probably be buried at the bottom of the ship as welding slag by now."

The mothership's main exhaust port spewed out thick, high-temperature blue-white flames.

The jump engine, after being drastically repaired, roared deafeningly under high load.

"Everyone, hold on tight!"

Hermann roared from the cockpit, "Eighty percent power recoil! Force ignition of the warp drive!"

boom!

The mothership soared into the sky.

The heavy external armor scraped rapidly through the air, creating a large plume of exhaust flame.

Without the slightest hesitation, the mothership smashed through the clouds and plunged into the faster-than-light jump tunnel.

As the crack slowly closed, the entire starport fell completely silent.

All that remained were broken bricks and tiles scattered on the ground, and Renn, half-dead, lying in the deep pit, his core ripped out by Lin Feng.

A long time passed.

Raine's shrunken and withered body twitched slightly.

He lay sprawled among the rubble of the black and gold floor tiles, his eyes, devoid of all fighting spirit and filled only with endless bloodshot veins and resentment, fixedly staring at the coordinates where the mothership had disappeared in the sky.

Raine struggled to raise his right hand to his mouth.

He opened his festering lips and bit through the deep flesh of his right wrist.

He used his teeth to pry out a tiny bio-beacon, no bigger than a soybean, that was implanted deep in his metacarpal bone.

The beacon's surface was stained with black blood, and the moment it touched the air, a rapid, high-frequency crimson light flashed from its bottom.

With the last of his strength, Ryan pressed his thumb heavily on the red button on the beacon.

"Lin Feng... Herman..."

The beacon melted instantly, piercing through the atmosphere of Gray Crystal Star and heading straight into the distant depths of the universe.

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