Outside the spaceship, the battle raged with artillery fire.
Inside the cabin, Fang Er, with a surgical knife in hand, made a few minor adjustments to Wei Zhi En Tian.
"Hiss... this structure is a bit different!"
"How come it's branched out like this?"
"Others might have split streams, but this guy's branched from the root!"
"Damn it!"
"Gotta waste another little sphere..."
As he spoke, he casually picked up a small sphere and pressed the switch to check it.
"Buzzing..."
The small sphere vibrated wildly, almost slipping from his grasp and falling to the ground.
"Hehehehe, let's see you shake!"
"Swoosh..."
His surgical knife sliced through, creating an opening, and he found a suitable spot to insert the little sphere.
It was made of silicone, the same stuff they used for breast augmentation, so it shouldn't cause any problems.
Nice!
Second Master's brain is too damn sharp! kan shu wu. xi a
In half an hour, he pulled out the charging cable to leave it outside, disinfected, stitched up, and done!
He thought about it, then took out two more power banks and placed them beside Wei Zhi En Tian.
With a slap, he smacked Wei Zhi En Tian's silver-white face.
"Pa..."
Well, whether it was the anesthetic finally taking effect or the heavy blow from the bottle, the guy didn't react at all.
It made sense. He'd just had surgery on his most vital area, what was one slap in comparison?
At this moment, Fang Er found himself in a rather awkward predicament.
If he left Wei Zhi En Tian here alone, who knew what might happen. But his subordinates, upon seeing him in this state, would definitely not let him off the hook.
However, the battle outside was almost over, and who knew when this guy would wake up!
He cleaned the bloodstains on himself, tiptoed to the door, and peeked outside.
As expected, four individuals of the same race as Wei Zhi En Tian were standing nearby, watching with predatory eyes.
Fang Er nervously smiled at them and took out a box of cigars to offer.
"Come, come, brothers, you've worked hard. Try these!"
The four guys looked at each other, somewhat flattered by his sudden act of goodwill.
This was the boss who'd hired their star bandit group for fifty billion! And he was speaking to them so amiably?
And a gift too?
This was a pleasant surprise!
Just as they took the cigar box and were about to say something, the cabin door slammed shut from the inside.
Fang Er let out a long sigh of relief, walked back to the bed, and sat down. Looking at the still unconscious Wei Zhi En Tian, he couldn't help but shake his head with a wry smile.
This was only five hundred million!
There was still a ninety-five billion gap. Oh my god, where was he supposed to find that!
You spendthrift woman, just you wait!
Since he had nothing else to do, he rummaged through the warehouse inventory, looking for anything that could be quickly monetized.
But after rummaging for a long time, he couldn't find anything suitable...
No!
It seemed there was something usable...
Fang Er's gaze was fixed on the Little Eagle aircraft carrier.
If the drive system was modified, it might be usable in space after all!
While its size couldn't compare to an Eternity Storm-class spaceship, it was more than twice the size of a Spore-class spaceship!
It could definitely be presented to the world as a new type of spaceship!
Spore-class spaceships used fission fairy coins as their energy source. The fission device and engine combined were about the size of a three-story building.
One probably wouldn't be enough, but that wasn't a problem.
A Spore-class spaceship cost one million, while an Eternity Storm-class spaceship started at twenty million.
So, a spaceship converted from the Little Eagle, selling it for ten million wouldn't be unreasonable, right?
After all, his own conversion cost was only one hundred points per unit!
According to silver prices, it would be converted to r
He was afraid the guy would hit him with another bottle...
Fang Er had a headache!
This guy was already starting to distrust him...
He popped a ibuprofen into his mouth, chewed it thoroughly in front of Wei Zhi En Tian, and swallowed.
"See, I'm not lying to you, this is good stuff!"
"Come on, eat these. Open your mouth, like me..."
He looked like a creepy uncle trying to coax a little girl into eating a lollipop.
Wei Zhi En Tian, half-believing, picked up one and tasted it.
It was a chewable tablet, sour and sweet, similar to the taste of the anesthetic, but with a very refreshing texture.
"Mmm, this is quite good!"
After one tablet, he involuntarily reached for a second, then a third...
Only after he had consumed all the ibuprofen Fang Er had did the guy show a satisfied expression.
He got up and felt a coolness on his body, immediately startled.
"My Captain, what have you done to me!"
Fang Er shrugged, feigning innocence.
"Nothing really, just implanted you with a Parkinson's artifact. Wasn't that what you requested?"
"If you feel you can't accept it right away, how about I let you punch me first?"
Well, I've taken ibuprofen anyway, so hit me all you want, it won't hurt!