After being fired from the diamond squid, I became a sea patrol ranger.

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Boom!

A voice rang out from within arm's reach.

Dan Heng half-opened his eyes and shifted his gaze, only to see a figure flash beside him, which startled him.

Chapter 68 Danheng: Spa is my old boss

"Oh, it's Spa."

Dan Heng took a step back, not reacting immediately, but pausing for two seconds before speaking:

"It seems you've already won. But why didn't you inform the others first?"

"I'm not destined to [pioneering] a new path."

Spall glanced at Dan Heng: "The matter has been resolved. Staying here will only cause more trouble. I only showed up to see an old friend and will leave immediately."

"An old friend? Me?"

Dan Heng parted his lips slightly, surprised. He had no recollection of having any connection with a legendary figure like Spa.

"If it's not you, who else could it be?"

Spall's lips curled slightly. He reached out and patted Danheng's shoulder, then leaned closer and said:

"We're all former employees of the same company, and we've all left. Look at all the things we have in common, what else could we be but friends?"

"Clam?"

Dan Heng paused for a moment, recalling his past experience as a mover at a company.

At that time, he was exiled from Luofu Immortal Ship and had nowhere to go, so he could only work as a cargo porter at the company's port.

It was just an ordinary port, floating in a remote starry sea, just one of the thousands of cargo collection stations under the company, nothing special.

Danheng's daily life is very simple. He moves goods and doesn't interact with others. He only takes advantage of his spare time to look up at the starry sky and count the countless stars to get through his long life ahead.

Spa has been to the port a few times, seemingly chasing after some order.

Dan Heng didn't know the specifics of the matter, nor was he interested in finding out. As a long-lived being, he really didn't want to worry too much about the affairs of short-lived beings.

Danheng only vaguely remembered that Spa had exchanged a few words with him, which were all about business, and they had no other interaction.

I never expected Spahta to have such a good memory. Even someone as insignificant as me can remember it.

Dan Heng was surprised and held Spa in higher regard. But then he remembered something and paused slightly:

wrong!

This has nothing to do with memory!

There are many highly intelligent elites in the company, but in their eyes, there are only those credit points.

And who has ever truly cared about the small, ordinary people at the grassroots level?

"With this kind of magnanimity... no wonder you left the company..."

Danheng murmured softly. He moved his head and looked at Spa, a hint of respect appearing deep in his eyes.

"Huh? What are you muttering about?"

Spa stretched his neck and leaned closer to Danheng.

"Ah? It's okay."

Danheng tilted his head.

"Speaking of which, the port where you work was once the site of a massacre, and the killer was the Star Core Hunter's [Blade]."

As Spah spoke, he glanced at Danheng, a meaningful smile playing on his lips.

Dan Heng's face stiffened and his heart raced, but he quickly calmed down and nodded to Spa.

Why did he bring this up?

"After the massacre, you left the port..."

Spall drew out his words. Dan Heng felt his heart skip a beat. He glanced into Spall's eyes and felt that the other man's amber eyes had seen through everything.

"Blade has been chasing me."

Danheng answered.

"I already knew about this."

Spa patted Danheng on the shoulder and said softly, "I'm a little unhappy. How should I put it, back then, I was your superior, wasn't I?"

Danheng didn't answer, but nodded slightly.

"Since that's the case, you're my family. You should have informed me immediately if you encountered any difficulties. He's just a murderer."

Spam muttered to himself. Dan Heng saw that Spam clenched his fists, his eyes burning with intensity, as if they could breathe fire.

"This is just my business!"

Danheng raised his voice, turned his head, and his respect for Spa deepened even further:

Spatha was willing to go to such lengths for a deliveryman he'd only met a few times... It's simply unbelievable!

"Actually, regarding the blade, I..."

Dan Heng's lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but then he heard the sound of footsteps beside him, and a wisp of pink hair came into view.

"Hehe! Spa, you actually came out! You didn't even tell me. You didn't even tell me you were whispering to me, that's too much!"

On March 7th, he stood with his hands on his hips and his cheeks were flushed.

"We're just reminiscing about the past, nothing new." Dan Heng didn't dare look directly at March 7th and turned his head away.

"What old story? What old story? Danheng, why are you blushing? Is it a girl you like? Xing or me?"

On March 7th, we gathered in front of Danheng.

Dan Heng was at a loss and retreated.

Seeing that she couldn't get any results from him, March 7th blushed and stomped her feet repeatedly: "You won't say anything! Humph! Do you all think I'm a stupid fool?"

After saying that, March 7th didn't ask any more questions and turned to leave, but her loud voice attracted countless stares.

"Spa! Spa is back safe and sound!"

Pera saw Spa and became excited. She took three steps in two and rushed to his side, where they were only inches apart.

Spa could smell the frosty scent of Pera's breath and hear her heart pounding rapidly.

"It's a good thing you're back! Otherwise, Lingbao would blame me, and that would be troublesome." Pera took Spa's hand and placed it in her palm.

"..."

Spall did not answer, but silently withdrew his hand.

"ah!"

Seemingly realizing her excitement, Pera took two steps back, and a blush appeared on her fair cheeks.

She coughed twice, adjusted her glasses, and her previous excitement vanished, replaced by a serious expression.

"In short, thank you for the help of the outsiders. It's all thanks to you that the residents here are alive. So I..."

"Sir! Sir! Sir!"

Before Pera could finish speaking, a guard stepped forward, reached out and nudged her waist with his elbow.

"What? Can't you see I'm busy with important matters?"

"No. Sir, this extraterrestrial has helped us a great deal, shouldn't we..."

As he spoke, he nudged Pella a few more times.

Pera was stunned. She pushed up her glasses and stood there like a club for a long while before she came to her senses.

"I'm sorry, I was rude!"

Pera faced Spa, bowed slightly, his face as stern as a stone, and turned back to his unit.

What... is she doing?

Spah saw that Pera called out two Iron Guards, leaned close to their ears, and whispered a few words.

The guards nodded and turned to soak their tea.

It's getting weirder and weirder

Spall was puzzled.

He craned his neck to look at the Iron Guard formation, only to find the soldiers marching in formation, parting to both sides like a surging tide.

The Iron Guard, who had originally run away, turned back and pulled out a cannon in front of him with a series of powerful thrusts.

Crunch! Crunch crunch!

The cannon muzzle was moved and raised towards the sky.

"Belberg Hero Salute! Fire a salute!"

Pera read it aloud.

With a loud boom, a cannon shot into the sky, and with a whoosh, it transformed into a blazing, multicolored star.

The Silver-Maned Iron Guards lined up in a row. The rescued residents also joined the line, and with a snap, they all stood in formation.

Whether they were elderly, children, pregnant women, or young people, they all bent over in a mechanical posture.

"Thank you for saving me!"

The human voice was like a thunderclap.

Spah opened his lips and clicked his tongue slightly. Even though he had traveled through the galaxy, the scene before him still shocked him.

As expected, it is a planet protected by faith.

Spall sighed, only to see the once orderly crowd now in disarray, with the guards and civilians huddled together, whispering amongst themselves.

Just as he was wondering, Spah saw Pera step out of the line, slowly walk up to him, and slightly curl the corner of her lips.

Two people followed her out.

Strangely, the two people were not Silvermane Iron Guards, but an elderly couple with graying temples and slightly hunched backs.

The elderly man and woman walked unsteadily to Spa, took something out of their hands, and handed it over.

Chapter 69 Star: Giving Me to You as a Gift

That's a box.

The box was opened, and a wisp of hot, fragrant aroma, crossing the wind and snow, reached Spassky's nose.

Spare saw that the box was full of snacks. On the left side were piles of round, thin pancakes, small and delicate, wrapped in golden, flaky pastry.

The right half, however, was filled with lumps of sausage, some golden and some emerald green, with the aroma of garlic mixed with the smell of meat wafting out.

This is……

It's delicious!

Spat loved to eat, and his saliva unconsciously drooled towards his mouth, but he swallowed it back with a gulp.

He looked at the elderly couple with a suspicious gaze.

"Hmm... En..."

The old woman raised her hand, her movements were sluggish, and she stammered, unable to express herself for a long time.

"This is a specialty of Belleburg."

Pera helped the old woman up, a professional smile playing on her lips, and said:

"On the left is Piroshki, and on the right is Belobello sausage. To express our gratitude, we will offer our own family specialties."

As Pera spoke, her face flushed, and she put her hands in her pockets, pulled out a blue booklet, and handed it to Spa.

Spa glanced at the booklet and noticed its cover was particularly eye-catching, featuring an illustration of snow-capped mountains and a title emblazoned with six large characters:

Snow Country Adventure

"This...this booklet is also...a local product of our Belleburg, very popular and trendy...they insisted that I give it to you."

Pera pointed in the direction of the Iron Guards, her cheeks growing increasingly red.