When the Ape God docked at the platform, besides a multitude of curious gazes, there were even more greedy ones.
They couldn't discern what kind of technology the Ape God spaceship used to give such a seemingly retro-looking ship the ability to travel through space.
But they recognized how expensive the metal used to build the ship was.
Even if all the metal from this ship were sold as scrap metal, it would fetch at least a hundred million.
Not a hundred million on Earth, but a hundred million in the universal currency of the Milky Way.
In the Milky Way, a bounty of tens of thousands of dollars is enough to send mercenaries risking their lives to infiltrate imperial cities to kidnap and kill.
And at this moment...
Most of the small spaceships docked on the platform were worth only around ten thousand yuan.
The golden energy shield opened, and Thor and Goku leaped off the deck, landing steadily on the ground.
The onlookers, seeing that there seemed to be only two people in the spaceship, and one of them was a child, immediately revealed malicious smiles.
However, some cautious individuals used their devices to take pictures of Goku and Thor, beginning to search for their information.
If their identities were special, many would consider the consequences.
For example, they might be high-ranking nobles from the three great empires, renowned experts in the universe, or have some powerful backing.
However, after seeing the display showing "No such person found," they felt no longer burdened. Since there was no such person, it meant that what they were facing was just a super-easy target.
The key point was that this big guy and little guy weren't even armed. They're like fat sheep without horns.
If they let such fat sheep go, they'd be slapping themselves in their sleep every night.
Of course, they can't make a move here.
While the Nowhere is lawless, it's not entirely without rules.
The black market has its rules.
For example, on this platform where the spaceship is docked, no one is allowed to fight.
Anyone who makes a move here is going against the Black Market's owner, the Collector.
And the best consequence of going against the Black Market's owner, the Collector, is becoming a slave to the mining team here.
The worst is becoming the excrement of the various mutated creatures in the Black Market.
However, once outside the platform, whether inside the Black Market or outside the Nowhere, it's all up to them.
Inside the Black Market, if someone kills you and takes your spaceship's activation privileges, you can go to the platform and drive the spaceship away; who can say that the spaceship isn't yours?
Outside the Nowhere, if you're robbed on the road, then you can only blame yourself. "I'm too incompetent."
"What?! A spaceship worth a hundred million!"
Inside the black market, a bald, burly man with a mechanical prosthetic eye...
had just thrown a disobedient underling into the bathtub...
a mutated fish monster.
Suddenly hearing the news from his subordinate, he was startled.
"Yes, boss, it's entirely made of rare gold crystals! Just the materials alone could fetch a hundred million!"
His blue-skinned subordinate, crouching low with a shrewd look on his face, sent the photos he'd taken to the bald man.
"Where did this guy come from? So rich, using gold to build a spaceship? Are you sure he doesn't have some kind of status?"
The bald man's face was full of greed, but he still cautiously inquired.
The most important reason he could survive in this Nowhere, doing this kind of dirty work, was that he knew who he could rob and who he couldn't.
"Scanned, indeed found no background, and there were only two of them, an adult and a child."
The blue-skinned henchman rubbed his hands together.
If they could pull off this job, even if their boss got all the meat, they could live on the scraps for a lifetime.
Forget about being close, even if they really had connections, at worst they could just do this job and run away.
With the money, they could settle down on Xandar and live a life of luxury, which wouldn't be better than hanging around here every day.
What the blue-skinned henchman could think of, the bald boss naturally could too.
One hundred million! If he really got one hundred million, why would he still be stuck here doing nothing?" He'd been doing this dirty work in this land for a long time.
Although he'd always been careful and had steadily done it for ten years without dying, unlike his predecessor, his boss, who was beheaded after six years.
But who could guarantee he could do it for twenty or thirty?
Apart from the collectors who remained unchanged for eternity, no one else in the Nowhere had ever lived past thirty.
"Go find Old Bill, have him come back and take another look, then warn those small fry not to disturb my prey."
"Otherwise, I'll personally send them into space to swim!"
To possess a spaceship like this, even without any information, it's definitely not an ordinary person.
Therefore, he had to ask Old Bill, a well-informed figure in the black market, for help.
Even if he really had to steal it, he needed to know the identity of the person trying to steal it so he could handle things better later.
"Yes, boss!"
The blue-skinned subordinate's face showed excitement; he could tell his boss was interested.
So, while sending men to clear the area to prevent any small fry from alerting the enemy, he personally went to invite Old Bill.
Not long after, he brought the over three-hundred-year-old Old Bill back to the bald boss.
Old Bill had an octopus-like head and wore a pair of high-tech glasses. After carefully examining the photos of the Ape God from various angles, he hesitantly said:
"Hmm... if I'm not mistaken, the style of this spaceship is very similar to the shipbuilding style of the Asgardians."
"Only they would be so extravagant as to use gold directly to build ships."
"What, Asgardians?"
The bald leader was startled.
"The legendary Asgardians?"
Having lived in the largest black market in the galaxy, the Nowhere, for so many years, he naturally knew more than the average alien.
Asgardians, that's a legendary race.
It's said that each Asgardian has a lifespan of five thousand years, and their individual strength and technological level are among the best in the universe.
Even the most arrogant Kree Empire in the universe doesn't dare to provoke them.
"It shouldn't be wrong; this man's clothes are very similar to those of an Asgardian."
Old Bill glanced at Thor, clad in his silver Thor armor, beside the spaceship, and his conviction deepened.
Hearing Old Bill's confirmation, the bald leader's face shifted between light and shadow.
Asgardians were terrifying; offending them meant even the Collector might not be able to protect him.
But that was a hundred million, a hundred million!
Doing this job was like risking his life. Now that he had this easy opportunity, how could he just give it up?
If the other side had more people, even seven or eight, he might let it go.
Seven or eight Asgardians—according to rumors, his men might not be able to handle them.
But there were only two of them, one of whom was a child.
They could definitely take them down.
"Damn it, let's do it! Find a chance to kidnap the little one first, then force the big one to leave the ship, and once we're outside, we'll take care of them both!"