The young man was dressed remarkably well, a B-level Gold Attribute, likely from a very good background.
Beside the young man was a middle-aged man with a blank expression, an A-level Earth Attribute.
He spoke impassively, "Young master, this transit won't take long, you should go rest."
"Got it," the young master replied impatiently, "I'm just curious, why there's so much stupidity."
Another older person spoke with a smile, "Pretty dumb indeed, do you want to know who owns this merchant ship?"
The middle-aged man shot him a look of disgust, thinking to himself that the young master was led astray by people like him.
The young man smiled indifferently, "Never mind, I just found it funny when I saw it suddenly."
After a few more steps, the older man lagged behind and lifted his wristwatch to make a call.
"The young master wants to know about that junk starship, number 8384... there's a reward."
Among the busy crew members, someone paused their work, "Understood."
