When the cargo hold became dark again, Qu Jianlei snorted softly, "Humph, it really sucks."

After waiting for a while, a reformed warrior appeared and said in a deep voice, "Friend, you'd better read the incision."

Inevitably, he was still caught on camera. Fortunately, he was fast enough and couldn't recognize the figure unless he looked carefully.

As long as he didn't recognize it at the moment, it didn't matter. Xiaohu quickly invaded the airport data center and deleted the relevant videos.

If you refuse to pay or say your back is not strong enough, the other party will seize the money along with the goods and people.

Qu Jianlei suddenly realized when he heard this, co-authored... Is the style of my clothes revealing my origin?

He knew that different regions had different clothing habits, not only in the Empire, but also in Blue Star.

Feeling the air outside, he couldn't help but frown: the air quality here is really not that good.

"Only pre-loaded goods are being loaded now," Qu Jianlei replied casually, "Passengers' consignment of goods will start later."

He bought several sets of clothes, gloves and boots, and immediately changed them in the store.

The remaining two anti-smuggling teams began to inspect the goods.

However, the Star Port is far away from the city, more than 40 kilometers away, and the area near the Star Port is relatively desolate.

Although there is a life-support cabin, the seven people are not in good condition. They took out food to replenish their physical strength, but they still talk little.

Qu Jianlei chose a seat and sat down. About ten seconds later, a waiter came over.

The music was deafening. Qu Jianlei did not rush to order a drink, but asked first, "What time do we close here?"

"We don't close the door," the waiter replied loudly, "but if you want to stay up all night, there is a minimum charge."

Qu Jianlei was in a daze again: Why does it feel like spending the night in an Internet cafe?
Chapter completed!