Space Odyssey from Abandoned Mining Space Station

Playing cards?

Chen Ming turned his chair around and looked at the person who had just spoken to him.

There was someone missing from his table; the person had just stepped out for some unknown reason.

Even though playing cards seemed like a waste of time to Chen Ming right now,

he didn’t have much else to do.

His research on the office equipment was almost complete.

If he got a chance to wander around the office area a few more times, Chen Ming believed he could use the materials on hand to transform the distress signal reception and response equipment into a device that could block signals throughout the Space Station.

But that alone wasn’t enough; Chen Ming needed to conduct a more thorough investigation of the Space Station.

However, he had already confirmed that the metal liquid couldn’t penetrate the Silent Alloy, and damaging the Silent Alloy Membrane could lead to unpredictable results.

So if he wanted to investigate further, he either had to choose violent means, find other methods to infiltrate, or rely on relationships with the internal staff.

Chen Ming had already ruled out violence mentally.

Because his goal for coming to the Space Station was no longer destruction, but finding clues.

If Lou Wei’s death hadn’t occurred, the situation might have been different. Once An Wuping arrived at the Space Station, he might have used violence to clear out the Zuo Jing factions.

But due to Lou Wei’s event and the dimensional infection, and the clues from Cai Mo Star Realm that the president could provide in real-time, Chen Ming needed to use these clues to connect the dots, allowing An Wuping to engage with Cai Mo Star Realm under a reasonable identity and motive.

Thus, Chen Ming first had to find valuable clues on the Space Station that could connect the clues between An Wuping and the president.

Chen Ming was certain that this Space Station had direct ties to Zuo Jing, and as the only lead connected to Zuo Jing he’d gotten since clashing with them, he was reluctant to let it slip away so easily.

Therefore, a peaceful approach was evidently more suitable than a violent one in this situation.

He had to choose the latter two options.

And if he wanted to infiltrate the Space Station, relying solely on the metal liquid was clearly ineffective, and he couldn’t think of other appropriate infiltration methods at the moment.

It seemed that the third option was the only viable one for Chen Ming at the moment.

Finding a way into the Space Station through relationships with its personnel.

It didn’t have to be a particularly close relationship, just one where they wouldn’t be suspicious of being alone with him for a short time.

The Insect Queen’s psychic and abilities could be freely used on An Wuping, and if Chen Ming could engage in a one-on-one interaction, he had various methods to acquire other people’s genes.

With the genes, Chen Ming could naturally disguise himself as them to enter the Space Station’s interior.

Playing cards was an obvious way to build relationships.

But Chen Ming still wasn’t sure about one thing: whether the people in the office were Zuo Jing members, and if they had access to the Space Station’s internal areas.

Because Uncle Mao’s behavior earlier had left a huge question mark in Chen Ming’s mind.

Chen Ming reached into his clothes pocket and pretended to press an invisible button.

When Uncle Mao had placed his hand on Chen Ming’s shoulder to beg him to cover his shift so he could play cards, he had hidden something in his palm. The touch was obvious—it was a wad of paper.

And when Chen Ming shrugged off Uncle Mao’s hand, the wad of paper ended up in his hand.

There was no need to take it out; the content could be read using the metal liquid.

On it were just three words: ”Take me away.”

Yet, even so, Chen Ming couldn’t be sure whether Uncle Mao had realized the Space Station was full of Zuo Jing members and was seeking help from an outsider because he couldn’t leave, or if this was a test from a Zuo Jing member.

Thus, Chen Ming was unsure about the staff distribution in the Space Station.

How many Zuo Jing were there really, and how many ordinary people?

He even began to suspect that the staff on the Space Station’s periphery were likely all ordinary people, and only the interior was filled with Zuo Jing members.

Therefore, Chen Ming had doubts about whether the people sitting in the office had access to the Space Station’s interior.

But what if they did?

So Chen Ming only briefly considered it before standing up from his equipment.

”Deal.”

After saying this word, Chen Ming casually pulled a few packs of cigarettes from his pocket and distributed them to the people present.

Chen Ming didn’t smoke, but for An Wuping, a security mercenary not to smoke, was very unusual.

So Chen Ming had specially prepared some, and the brand was quite good.

”This kid’s quite savvy.”

The other people in the office accepted the cigarettes, inviting Chen Ming to sit down.

Two hours later.

Lunch hour had arrived, bringing the card game to a convenient stop.

Everyone had a tense look.

Chen Ming’s expression came naturally from An Wuping’s appearance, while the others looked that way because they had lost quite a bit.

The only winner was Chen Ming.

Though gambling involves luck, it also partially relies on calculation.

For a psychic’s mind to achieve this result was quite normal.

But the others weren’t too happy about it.

However, with Chen Ming’s face as An Wuping, a fearsome look, and a tall build, nobody dared to voice complaints, though internally they were not pleased.

Leaving one person to watch the office, the rest of the group headed off to the cafeteria together.