The scene fell silent at this moment.
Whether it was the scornful sarcasm from the Angkasaru Star People or the sharp objections from the unknown species.
At this moment, it was as if their throats were stuffed, completely muted.
This human in front of us, with his hands bound by an Energy Suppressor, punched and shattered the sand prison of Tukalu?!
Is this still a human?
Could he be a parasite that has seized a human body!
This guy got captured as a prisoner? Who on earth is capable of capturing someone like him!
"Achoo!" Hundreds of kilometers away, Punk sneezed hard.
He took off his motorcycle helmet and rubbed his nose.
"Someone cursing me?"
Punk mumbled to himself, subconsciously picturing the face of that human, then shrugged dismissively.
"Curse away, curse away."
"Delivering you to the beds of wealthy women is better than dying at the hands of nugget hunters."
"You'll thank me."
He whistled, pushed open the door, and walked in.
