I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield

Chapter 274: Chapter 264: Rendezvous and Departure

According to Old Neil’s description, the barbarians do not possess Spiritual Energy, nor are they Superpower Users. Their Steel Bones and Iron Flesh come from the totem battle patterns on their bodies.

Moreover, even the women and children among the barbarians can withstand the tortures of slave merchants. The warrior’s willpower and endurance are undoubtedly even more astounding.

They completely have a chance to endure the side effects of the Superman Potion.

At this point, Qin Tian suddenly realized that the Hundred Hunt Star Thieves seemed to be a treasure trove.

The Youth Potion for making money

The Superman Potion to boost combat power

And the Star Thief members, one by one, ripe for the picking, who can be turned into Talent Light Spheres and Evolution Points

This mission was truly the right one to undertake!

"Alright, back to the room."

Qin Tian waved his hand.

Back to the room?

The Poisonous Widow’s eyes lit up, and she immediately said:

"Master, let me accompany you to rest."

"No need, bring me my meal, and then supervise your subordinates. Make sure nothing goes wrong," Qin Tian said flatly.

You...

The Poisonous Widow was so angry that her teeth itched, rejecting me, rejecting me again.

Do I look very unattractive?

The repeated rejections only sparked a strong rebellious feeling in her heart.

I’m just not convinced there’s a man in this world I can’t win over.

"Haha, you’re overthinking it. Buddy, I’m the man you’ll never get," Qin Tian silently murmured in his heart, curling his lips.

...

Over the next two days

Besides learning more about the Hundred Hunt Star Thieves from the Poisonous Widow, Qin Tian also found several other procurement teams to monitor.

The leaders of these teams are all captain-level figures in the Hundred Hunt Star Thieves, Tier Five or above experts, and each is a wanted criminal with numerous charges.

Although the Poisonous Widow is vicious and venomous, compared to these people, she’s simply like a kind little white flower.

The data shows that these leaders are all capricious and violent individuals who revel in murderous thrills, with over a thousand innocent civilians dying at their hands.

Murder, arson, rape, and robbery, committing every evil deed imaginable.

Some crimes made Qin Tian want to kill them on the spot.

To complete the mission, he’ll spare their lives for now, but once the mission is over, these Star Thieves must die.

......

Today is the day when the four procurement teams regroup for the return journey.

Sibada, accompanied by a subordinate, entered the warehouse, casting his eyes over the slaves wearing bomb necklaces. Among them were men, women, and even children, though predominantly women who were outstanding in appearance and figure.

"The quality of the female slaves is good this time."

Sibada nodded with satisfaction and then said, "What a pity, they’re still not as good as that saucy wench, the Poisonous Widow."

Hearing this, the subordinate behind him chuckled, "Captain, I heard the Poisonous Widow bought a barbarian slave, and has been staying in the room with this barbarian almost every day, rarely coming out."

"Oh?"

Sibada looked surprised, "That barbarian is still alive?"

According to the Poisonous Widow’s habit, all the men who have had a relationship with her are basically killed afterward.

"Yes, so that barbarian must have some skills to please the Poisonous Widow."

Upon hearing this, the subordinate was filled with envy, jealousy, and hate, thinking to himself, if only he could spend a few days with the Poisonous Widow, he’d be willing to trade ten years of his lifespan for it.

"Ha, then I’d like to see what skills this barbarian has."

Thinking that a lowly slave could spend a few days in intimacy with the Poisonous Widow, Sibada also felt extremely displeased.

"Bring the people and let’s go to join them."

Their team’s procurement focus was slaves, along with some experimental equipment, weapons, and elixirs.

A medium-sized flying device landed in front of the warehouse, carrying Sibada’s team and all the slaves and supplies to the assembly point.

In the afternoon

All four teams gathered in an open area,

Sibada turned his head, noticing that in the Black Widow’s team, there were a dozen slaves, both male and female, but he immediately recognized the barbarian slave.

Wearing short clothes, tall and strong, his skin was covered in black tattoos, his unkempt hair framing a rugged masculine face, with a bomb necklace around his neck.

Is it him?

A contemptuous glint flashed in Sibada’s eyes. Just an uncivilized barbarian, far inferior to him.

Oh Poisonous Widow, your taste is really getting worse.

Just then, a low rumbling sound came from above.

Everyone looked up to see the heavy clouds churned by airflow, as a pitch-black interstellar transport ship slowly pierced through the cloud canopy, casting an enormous shadow downwards.

The exterior of the vessel gleamed with a cold metallic sheen, with a crimson emblem of "Black Falcon" painted on the sides—along with the hum of its anti-gravity engines, it hovered steadily a few meters above the ground, its bottom hatch slowly opening to reveal a deep cargo hold inside.

Several mechanical arms extended from the cabin, skillfully seizing cargo boxes piled on the ground. Amidst the clattering of interlocking gears, all the materials were swiftly transferred to the bottom cargo hold.

"Board the ship!"

The four teams, each with their respective slaves, boarded the spaceship one by one.

As the last member boarded, the hatch closed with a hydraulic hiss, the engine’s roar suddenly intensified, and the Black Falcon tore through the cloud ceiling, transforming into a streak of light heading into space.

...

"All slaves, take them to the East District."

The ship’s captain shouted, he was also a member of the Hundred Hunt Star Thieves, responsible for receiving the four procurement teams.

Escorted by the Star Thieves, all the slaves were timidly led to the East District.

At this moment, Sibada deliberately lagged a few steps, moving closer to the Poisonous Widow, and softly chuckled, "Poisonous Widow, since when did you take an interest in such inferior goods?"

He glanced at the barbarian’s retreating figure, curling his lips, "Or is it that... you’re so desperate for a man that you don’t even care about livestock?"

The moment he finished speaking, a strong killing intent flashed in the Poisonous Widow’s eyes, and her palm glowed with a faint purple light.

"Sibada, you’re tired of living, aren’t you?"

"What, hit a sore spot? Or are you speaking up for your barbarian boy toy?"

With a smile on his lips, Sibada wasn’t really afraid of the Poisonous Widow, despite her being a dangerous woman.

Watching a beautiful woman get angry was actually quite amusing.

The Poisonous Widow stared coldly at Sibada for a moment, then suddenly retracted her killing intent, her red lips curling into a gorgeous arc. She gently caressed her hair, her gaze as if looking at a dead man.

Sibada felt uncomfortable under such a gaze, snorted coldly, and turned away.

...

Qin Tian survey this dark, cramped space, with metallic walls covered in unknown stains, glistening with an oily sheen under the harsh fluorescent lights.

The room is the size of a classroom, yet has no portholes, only a few flickering fluorescent tubes overhead, emitting an annoying buzzing sound.

The floor is covered with moldy anti-slip mats, fifty slaves crammed together like sardines.

In the corner, a few rusty metal barrels give off a pungent smell of urine—this is their only "toilet." The stale air is mixed with body odor, excrement, and metal oxidation, every breath feels like swallowing thick liquid.

Am I going to live in such a place next?

Qin Tian shook his head privately, planning that after this, he must apply for some mental damage compensation from Yan Qing.