The scene became very strange. Han Lang actually started fighting with a slave. You punch me, and I punch you. The two people's faces were covered with blood. While hitting, they were talking about language that Horton couldn't understand.

Obviously, the two of them are not really fighting to the death, otherwise they would never have seen only this little blood on the scene. It seems that they are expressing their suppressed emotions in their hearts.

The two of them fought each other like crazy for more than ten minutes before they sat on the ground and gasped.

"Your fist is very hard." Clark spitted bloody spit and said to Han Lang in earthly words.

With a smile, Han Lang said: "You are not bad either. When you came out of nowhere ten years ago, I was just a child and full of admiration for you. I didn't expect that the first time we met was here, and we even had a fight."

Clark was still a little confused. He grabbed his head and said, "I remember the earth, it seems to be a place that is very important to me, but I forgot what the earth looks like."

Swish ~

Han Lang gently touched his fingers in the space ring, took out a tablet computer, and opened the picture album.

"Look, this is the earth, the home of us earthlings, isn't it beautiful? This is the continent, this is the ocean, my home is here, China, your home is here, America."

Clark looked at it attentively. These photos seemed to evoke the memories he buried deep in. When he saw this blue planet, Clark felt intimate from the bottom of his heart, but unfortunately his memories were blurred. That feeling of closeness did not make him recall too many things from the past.

"Look, this is a photo of you when you set off for the Galaxy Conference. Good guy, everyone from all over the world is coming to see you off."

"This is a photo of you who broke through the ruins of A7 in the ninth place. At that time, you announced in the live broadcast that the earth has stood up from now on! You will never be bullied again! As long as you Clark is alive for one day, the earth will always be free."

"I was just seven years old at that time. After hearing your words, I cried. As a result, as soon as the Galaxy Conference ended, you disappeared and couldn't even find your figure. Fortunately, I still have your photos. Do you think I should beat you up?"

Although I can't remember what happened in the past, Clark still felt ashamed when Han Lang said this.

Memories can be erased, but the feelings in my heart will always be there. Clark believes in Han Lang. He becomes so excited when he sees himself. When he sees the photos of the earth, he can't help but burst into tears. These are the most sincere emotions.

"I.I." Clark stuttered, not knowing what to say.

Han Lang was more than teenager than Clark, but now he patted his shoulder like a big brother. He said in a deep voice: "No need to say anything. The earth will not forget any earthlings, nor will it abandon any earthlings. Just be alive. Go back with me. What happened in the past is not important, what is important is the future."

Um!

Clark's eyes turned red and he focused his head.

Han Lang relaxed on the ground, looked up at the spotlights on the roof, and said with a smile: "It's great that you can come back, otherwise I'd have to bear so much pressure alone, and I'll crush me to death sooner or later."

Clark seemed to remember something and asked in a low voice: "Is there anyone else in my family?"

Han Lang nodded, "You are much luckier than me. Your father, your mother, and your sister are all living well. The federal government has arranged good living conditions for them, but after you disappeared, they moved out of the house given by the government and returned to the ranch where you used to live."

"I guess it's your sudden disappearance that puts them under great pressure and sadness."

Clark was stunned and clenched his fists.

"Let's go, let's go home, and the family will be very happy to see you." Han Lang pulled Clark up and said.

go home?

What a kind name, Clark couldn't help but feel excited, and his eyes became wet again.

As soon as Clark moved, the alloy chain that bound him rang.

Click ~

Han Lang raised his wrist gently, and a knife immediately stretched out from his cuff, cutting off the alloy chain.

Han Lang brought Clark to the door and said to the stunned Holden: "Relieve his genetic lock."

Holden was stunned and frowned, "But he."

Han Lang's mouth curled up and said in a deep voice: "Believe me, your genetic lock cannot completely control him. The money you should give will not be less. I want this person."

Seeing Han Lang's attitude of not being able to refuse, Holden barely unlocked the gene lock of Clark's hands.

Following the way he came back to the upper level of the prison, as soon as Clark showed up, the Red Dragon tribe shouted loudly, looking very excited, not using the common language of the Milky Way, but the tribal language.

"What are they talking about?" Han Lang asked Clark.

"Oh, they are calling my name, Destroyer." Perhaps because he was afraid that Han Lang would misunderstand, Clark added another sentence, "Destroyer is my name in the tribe."

Han Lang nodded slightly and said to Horton: "Professor, I have bought all these people. In order to make you feel at ease, the soldiers' gene locks are still retained, but please remove the gene locks of the elderly, the weak, the sick, the disabled, the children and the women, and then give them some food to me."

Holden felt that there was no problem just to lift the gene locks of children and women, so he arranged for his subordinates to do it according to Han Lang's instructions.

Han Lang and Clark inspected the cell full of slaves together. The Red Dragon clan people, whether warriors or old men, worshiped Clark when they saw Clark. In the cell, the Red Dragon clan had about 70,000 to 80,000 people, accounting for the vast majority. There were some other foreign tribes. They were not very keen on Clark, but they also looked very afraid.

Clark stretched out his hand and raised his thumbs up. The Red Dragon clan people also reached out from the cell and did the same moves. The thumbs of both sides were opposite each other, which seemed to be a unique ritual for this race.

"This is the clan leader of the tribe, Mutata." Clark said, pointing to a spirited old man.

Han Lang looked carefully and saw that the old man was really extraordinary. The Red Dragon Clan had red hair. The brighter the hair color, the higher his bloodline.

Although the Mutata is old, its red hair extends from the top of its head to its back like a burning cloud, which is also a characteristic of the Red Dragon Clan. Many people in the Milky Way call the Red Dragon Clan a monkey full of red hair. Apart from this, the Red Dragon Clan is not much different from humans.

Han Langman respectfully bowed to Mutata and said, "I have seen the patriarch. This is not the time to speak. Please be patient for a while. When I leave here, I will invite you to drink."

Mutata knew that Han Lang had to spend money to buy all of him and his tribe members, but he didn't expect that Han Lang had such a good attitude towards him.

Zheng nodded with a key point, Mutata said in the galaxy common language: "The Destroyer is the number one warrior in our clan. He believes in you, and I believe in you, you are a friend of our Red Dragon clan!"

Han Lang was stunned and said in surprise: "So you can also speak the galaxy common language?"

Mutata sighed and said, "Most people in the clan will say that they have been hunted down by humans for thousands of years. The common language of the Milky Way, warship technology, and weapon technology are all compulsory courses in the tribe. All races that are not good at learning have long been eliminated by you humans."

Han Lang didn't say anything. In order to dominate the Milky Way, humans have never been good to foreign races. Lao Mo once complained to Han Lang that most of their Kui races have become skin peelers, and they are forced by powerful humans.

Han Lang asked Clark to stay in the square in the center of the prison, and continued to communicate with the Red Dragon soldiers, and followed Horton to his office.

"Thirteen five-star slaves, two hundred and forty-five four-star slaves, three-star slaves, three thousand one-star slaves, and two-star slaves, and the total number is more than 150,000, so many slaves, you really have to eat them in one bite?" Holden handed Han Lang a form and asked.

"Take it seriously." Han Lang added: "In addition, I need a large high-speed cargo ship and enough supplies."

Holden smiled slightly, "This is no problem. Give me two days to transport the slaves I have in other stores here. At the same time, the cargo ship and supplies you want will be ready. As for the price, I will go with you and give you a 20% discount. After all, the quasi-war god is a human being and knows you, so just let him leave with your brother. Let's take a look at this matter, don't mention it again. Do you think this is good?"

Han Lang nodded.

Since a large number of index systems appeared on the dark web, prices have become more and more transparent. If you look at the slave price index of that year, you can know the current price of slaves, what is the average price in three months or a year. The average price is 20% off, which is the final transaction price.

As for Han Lang's payment, it is also very simple. The dark web not only has a slave price index, but also a blueprint price index. Han Lang paid Holden a sufficient amount of blueprint according to the current blueprint market price, and the business was announced to be completed.

Does Holden like to trade with blueprints?

You must like it. Blueprint is a dark web hard currency. Assuming that you use star coins to trade, the amount involved in this business is as high as hundreds of billions of dollars. Although there are many financial experts in the dark web, this account is still very troublesome. The star coin trading system is also a public system after all.

For hard currency payments like Blueprint, you only need to pack a small bag and clear both money. Holden can cash out the Blueprint at any time when he wants to use money, so it would be strange if he doesn't like Han Lang's Blueprint.

As for Clark, how dare a smart man like Horton collect money? Han Lang and Clark obviously know each other. If Clark comes back to his senses one day, you have captured me as a slave and found Horton’s account, it would be a big trouble.

..

Two days later, a brand new Pro-class high-speed cargo ship set sail and returned to Earth.

Han Lang connected to the interstellar dark web in his room with a computer. When he saw Zong Wudao, the stubborn old man still had the same serious expression as before, as if everyone owed him money.

"Teacher, I'm starting to return. The deal with Holden this time was quite successful." Han Lang thanked Zong Wudao seriously.

"Is it still successful?" Zong Wudao curled his lips and said, "I made a lot of money. I didn't expect that you are so lucky. You can find Clark if you buy a slave. Clark has become a figure admired by the Red Dragon Clan and the number one master in the clan."

"You are not buying slaves. You have added a sincere super army to the earth! No matter why the Red Dragon Clan accepted Clark, based on my understanding of this race, as long as they recognize Clark, they will not hesitate to work for him and for the earth."

"If I remember correctly, Clark's superpower is Tiangang!" (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!