"The style of this spaceship suits us very well. I didn't expect this fat lamb to have the same preferences as us."
The middle-aged man surveyed the surroundings, his face showing a pleased expression.
The style of this spaceship indeed perfectly matched the preferences of their group of universe pirates. At first glance, he was captivated by it.
As they chatted, the universe pirates swaggered into the control room, acting as if they were the rightful owners.
Spotting Wang Teng in the control room, they burst into laughter once again.
"Come over!"
The scar-faced middle-aged man glared fiercely at Wang Teng and bellowed at him.
"Brothers, I can hand over all my belongings. Please spare me," Wang Teng said cautiously.
"Just come over when we ask you to. No need for useless words," the scar-faced man ordered coldly.
"Alright, alright!" Wang Teng walked over.