Chapter 144 Toying with Frost
"Is that so? Heh... heh."
Looking down at the hand gripping his tightly, Frost subconsciously tried pulling out. But Carrit gripped too tightly. After several pulls without success, Frost's heart immediately flashed with unease.
Carrit naturally also felt Frost's force. But he acted as if not noticing—tightly grasping Frost's hand without loosening. Inwardly laughing.
"Let's see what you're planning."
Thus the two tightly held hands in midair, beginning to exchange pleasantries.
On the other side, Turles saw nearby Cabba's thoughtful appearance. Shaking his head with a smile.
Unexpectedly, Carrit actually had such a side. Truly people can't be judged by appearance.
As a Saiyan, Carrit's current behavior was very rare in Turles's eyes.
If Universe 7 Saiyans perceived someone harboring ill intentions—they'd definitely already start fighting. Especially if that person's strength was inferior. Where would they act like Carrit?
However, thinking of both universes' Saiyan development trajectories, Turles's heart still felt somewhat emotional.
No wonder Planet Sadala Saiyans' average strength far exceeded Red Stone Planet Saiyans. Just this wisdom alone wasn't comparable to Red Stone Planet Saiyans.
"Right, Mr. Frost, why would you come to this planet? Could there be invaders on this planet?"
After falsely exchanging pleasantries with Frost for several sentences, Carrit—according to Cabba's Frost introduction—feigned confusion.
"Uh!"
Hearing Carrit's words, Frost's face's smile froze. Then after his eyes flickered once, next second his face displayed a regretful expression.
After secretly pulling his hand again, discovering still unable to pull out, Frost's eye corners imperceptibly twitched. Then he released a long sigh.
"Sigh, it's like this. Previously I visited a Namekian friend on Planet Namek. But discovered chaos on Planet Namek. I finally learned—their clan's belongings were stolen. My friend also knows I have extensive cosmic connections. So he asked me to investigate."
While speaking, Frost's face made various expressions. Both joy seeing good friends, plus indignation for his friend. Those unaware would think his belongings were stolen.
But Carrit—feeling Frost's hand's calm heartbeat—couldn't help lowering his head.
Because he feared he truly couldn't endure.
However, Frost mentioning Planet Namek made Carrit somewhat attentive.
They currently ran throughout the cosmos precisely to collect Namekian Dragon Balls. Could he be after Dragon Balls?
Carrit's mind flashed with this thought. But his face didn't show it. Continued asking:
"Does Mr. Frost know what was stolen?"
Seeing Carrit's curious appearance, Frost's eyes flashed with triumph. Then after glancing at distant Turles's group, he lowered his voice, feigning mystery:
"My Namekian friend said it's their planet's Dragon Balls that can grant any wish!"
"Dragon Balls!"
Carrit widened his eyes. Seemingly shocked by this news.
Actually, Carrit inwardly already rolled his eyes.
Frost's goal indeed was Dragon Balls. Presumably when they collected Dragon Balls earlier, somehow they were seen. That's why he approached.
However, since already confirming this person's impure purpose, Carrit didn't need courtesy. Perfectly could let Cabba and Caulifla—these juniors—gain experience. Otherwise, these two would be deceived.
But just as Carrit wanted attacking, a hand suddenly rested on his shoulder. Simultaneously, Turles's voice also sounded beside his ear.
"Dragon Balls—do such things truly exist?"
"Mm?"
Carrit looked puzzledly at Turles, not understanding what Turles wanted doing. But seeing Turles's signal, Carrit still immediately cooperated:
"Right, Mr. Frost. I've also heard of Planet Namek's Dragon Balls. Are they real?"
Watching Turles suddenly appearing beside Carrit, Frost's pupils violently contracted.
'Fast, truly too fast. How did he do it? Is this a fighter?'
Frost's heart currently raised tremendous waves.
Fortunately, Frost was an excellent performance master. So even though his heart already sounded alarms, his face showed nothing. Just showing Carrit a confused gaze:
"This person is?"
"Oh, Mr. Frost, this is our Planet Sadala Saiyans' branch clan member. Only recently returned to Planet Sadala."
After Carrit briefly introduced Turles, he continued pulling back the topic: "Right, Mr. Frost, is that Dragon Ball matter you mentioned real? Can they truly grant any wish?"
Though Turles's strength made Frost somewhat unable to see through—especially Turles's red eyes gave Frost a feeling of being seen through.
But thinking of Dragon Balls' miraculous nature, Frost still suppressed his heart's unease. His tone passionate:
"Of course, I've personally witnessed it."
Noticing Carrit's eyes' disbelief, Frost immediately began explaining his experiences.
Matters also matched Turles's predictions. The Cross Star person the elder mentioned was Frost.
The matter was also very simple. Frost heard Dragon Balls' reputation. Originally just wanting to look. Unexpectedly, Dragon Balls' miraculous nature was actually real.
Frost used a planet about to perish—hoping to save the planet's race—as reason. Had the elder use Dragon Balls. Thus Frost completely believed Dragon Balls' miraculous nature.
Of course, the elder wasn't that naive. Really because Frost's persona was managed too well. Moreover, that restored planet truly was about to perish. So the kind elder would use Dragon Balls.
However, the elder obviously couldn't imagine how sinister human hearts could be. So afterward, Planet Namek attracted many "admirers."
If not for Namekians' decent strength, plus Dragon Balls having restoration period restrictions—probably couldn't see Planet Namek now.
Even thus, Dragon Balls were completely contaminated, becoming Black Star Dragon Balls. This led to Turles's current action.
That is—Turles running around, the ultimate cause all lay with this seemingly amiable person before him.
Moreover, Turles suspected Dragon Balls' news was spread by Frost. Perhaps those people were also found by him. Turles knew Frost had a team helping him "clean up" behind him.
However, now Frost probably had to work for Turles.
Turles's eyes rolled. Then he produced that cracked Dragon Ball: "Mr. Frost, is the Dragon Ball you mentioned like this?"
Watching the orange orb close before him, Frost's eyes flashed with fervor. His other hand involuntarily extended.
"Hmm?"
Before touching it, the Dragon Ball vanished again before his eyes. He couldn't help wanting to rage. But just raising his head, he met Turles's calm red eyes—like a basin of cold water poured down.
"Ahem!"
Frost coughed once. Then under both's strange gazes, he again restored that gentlemanly appearance.
"It indeed looks like it. However, I don't know why—I seem to see a trace of crack on it. Could it be broken?"
Speaking thus, Frost quickly glanced at Turles and Carrit, then stated his speculation.
Frost's movements were all seen by Turles. Though his heart already could barely restrain laughter, Turles still feigned seriousness—frowning and rubbing his chin. Following Frost's words, he speculated:
"Could it be used too many times? Something that can grant any wish should have some restrictions, right?"
"Mm?"
Hearing Turles's speculation, Frost couldn't help widening his eyes. His heart involuntarily agreed:
"Right, how could Dragon Balls be used infinitely? Definitely have usage limits!"
"Damn, had I known, I wouldn't have let those people test. I should've gone directly!"
Thinking his cleverness might have caused Dragon Balls becoming unusable, Frost couldn't help somewhat regretting. Even with his composure, it showed on his face.
Watching Frost's constantly changing expression, Turles's mouth corners nearly couldn't restrain rising.
However, for his plan, Turles still forcefully suppressed it. Then placed the Dragon Ball before his eyes, carefully examining.
Frost's gaze naturally constantly fixed on the Dragon Ball, following Turles's hand movements.
Raising the Dragon Ball overhead toward the distant sun, watching that fine crack on the Dragon Ball—even the already-calculating Turles's eyes again flashed with regret.
Not only regret for Dragon Balls being unusable. More like seeing a perfect artwork destroyed.
Turles recovered from Dragon Ball regret. After pretending to examine a while longer, with some uncertainty, he said: "Looking at this appearance, it should still be usable several times, right?"
Hearing Turles's uncertainty, the regretting Frost also revived. Again looking toward Turles's hand's Dragon Ball, also self-comforting inwardly: "Right, just an imperceptible crack. Definitely still usable. If unusable, Dragon Balls would definitely shatter into pieces."
"Right, Mr. Frost, you said your Namekian friend asked you to find Dragon Balls. Is this it? If so, how about returning it?"
"What?"
Hearing this, Frost's heart greatly shook. He could no longer restrain looking at Turles. His eyes nearly revealing "are you stupid" meaning.
After finally suppressing his heart's excitement, Frost hesitantly said: "Perhaps. I haven't heard other places have Dragon Balls."
"Right, how did you find it?"
At this moment, Frost remembered seeing these people holding a machine. Also this red-haired Saiyan before him pressed several times to confirm Dragon Balls.
Could it be—
"Oh, you mean this? Just an ordinary radar. I also obtained it by chance. Originally puzzled what the displayed light points were. Unexpectedly, Dragon Balls!"
Turles—as if without any guard—facing Frost's question, directly produced the Dragon Ball radar from his pocket.
This movement—not only Frost, even Carrit and Cabba's group behind him were confused.
"Turles, that isn't—" Caulifla even directly shouted. But just saying half a sentence, she saw the teasing in Turles's eyes. Her eyes rolled, immediately stopping.
"???"
Though Frost didn't understand what Turles meant, facing the Dragon Ball radar's temptation, he truly couldn't endure.
With this Dragon Ball radar, he could directly find Dragon Balls. Moreover, from Turles's words, he discovered Dragon Balls seemingly truly weren't on Planet Namek—rather scattered throughout the cosmos.
Now his longevity opportunity was right before him.
Frost lowered his head. His eyes began rolling. Beginning to carefully weigh the opponents' battle power.
Yes, Frost no longer wanted acting. Prepared to forcefully rob.
Because according to his knowledge, though Planet Sadala Saiyans counted as the cosmos's powerful race, that was also the entire race's battle power being strong. But specifically to individuals—he could still handle them.
Even though these people before him were somewhat strange compared to other Planet Sadala Saiyans.
However, most critical was still that Turles.
Frost always felt this person wasn't simple. But sensing his aura—not the slightest energy leaked. Even if he could hide his aura, impossible to completely hide all body aura, right?
Frost constantly convinced himself inwardly.
Really because Dragon Balls' temptation was simply too great. Especially now having the Dragon Ball locating radar—this made his heart itch unbearably.
'Do it!'
Frost shouted inwardly, wanting attacking. His hand already secretly raising his aura. The first target was Carrit before him who constantly held hands.
But when Frost wanted attacking, his hand emptied. His heart immediately alarmed. He instantly raised his head.
"When?"
Around Frost, six people had already faintly surrounded him, sealing his directions.
Moreover, all six expressionlessly stared at him. The killing intent in those eyes—undisguised—fell on him.
"Uh, heh, heh, heh, what's happening?"
Frost attempted concealing himself. His mouth corners pulled into a smile, feigning panic as he asked several people.
None answered. Just staring at Frost thus. Making his smile unable to maintain.
Frost knew—he was exposed. Since thus, could only frontally defeat them.
"What, want attacking?"
Frost's mouth corners hooked upward. Disdainfully looking at the six. His body's aura also began rising.
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