Counterfeit Hero

The glow of the planet disappeared, and outside the porthole, it was another mass of darkness.

The lights of the control room reflected on the porthole like a wide mirror, rendering Fang Xiang’s uniformed slender figure with intricate details. Fang Xiang looked at her own face and suddenly couldn’t help but wrinkle her nose secretly, and a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth — as someone with the most potential in the Saleria Interstellar Navy, she surprisingly accepted her identity as a female pirate so easily.

What nickname might I have in the future?

Black Widow or Poison Rose?

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The woman’s words made Meiduo’s mind go blank.

Twenty-four-year-old Meiduo had lived in a middle-class family since childhood. Her demeanor was peaceful and uncompetitive. Everyone who knew her would feel a deep empathy for the girl with beautiful yet shy eyes, who only loved dolls and reading.

She was so beautiful and delicate, so polite, so clean and elegant. Such a girl, no matter how angry she might be, you would never see any fierce expression on her face.

In people’s eyes, Meiduo was akin to a fresh and elegant orchid. Carrying a tranquil smile, holding several textbooks, standing quietly at the bus station was the most beautiful sight at Galipalan Medical College those years.

Such a girl was undoubtedly happy in a peaceful era and a world with a sound moral system. She would grow up, work, snuggle up to her boyfriend like a little bird, stand shyly in the wedding hall. She would gently greet everyone she knew at the park, laugh sweetly with her children, and bring out the meals she cooked from the kitchen to enjoy an occasional world for two with her husband.

But in this chaotic world, such a girl was unfortunate.

Her beauty made every man covet her. Her gentleness awakened a distorted desire for conquest in all men.

Her fair skin, curvaceous body, bright yet shy eyes, and innate tender charm didn’t elicit protection and affection from morally sound men, but rather evil imaginations of her naked, lying on the bed, with her snow-white beauty raised in continual moans.

Meiduo didn’t know that when she walked into the 106 Space Station port hall, countless pairs of eyes had already fixated on her.

Here, the rule of the jungle prevailed. If businessmen and smugglers from other countries had some power and couldn’t be easily provoked, then the Leray people, displaced from their homeland, were the best targets for bullying. Such a beautiful woman who arouses the desire for conquest was a Leray person, a natural money tree.

”A hundred thousand Fei Yuan?” Meiduo covered her mouth in disbelief, staring at the cup toppled on the table. The blue checkered tablecloth had already been soaked through. She turned her head in panic, trying to find the man in the crowd who had ordered this ”cheap” drink for her with a blank face.

But how could she find him!

”You’re looking for Aiji?” The woman sat down, seeing Meiduo’s confusion, smiled and said, ”The one who brought you here, Aiji Easton.”

Easton, hearing this surname, Meiduo’s heart instantly turned cold. The woman could speak this surname, clearly not having got the wrong person. Wasn’t the hotel owner called Mrs. Easton?

”He was the one who sold you to me,” the woman said with a smile, ”Aiji has done this kind of business more than once. His cunning mother can always help him find good goods. Otherwise, with the debt Aiji owes, he’d have long been stuffed into a body bag and sent into space.”

The woman’s words, like poison needles, pierced Meiduo’s heart.

”I don’t believe it!” Meiduo’s body trembled involuntarily as she shook her head desperately. Even imagining humanity at its most malicious, she couldn’t have thought that the nagging, slightly greedy, seemingly warm-hearted hotel owner was such a person: ”You have no right to do this!”

”You’re challenging my patience...” The woman’s smiling expression instantly disappeared without a trace.

”I want to see Mrs. Easton...” Meiduo’s eyes tried to avoid the corner of the tavern. There, several women were laughingly unruly, letting the men beside them reach into their collars. She said in a trembling voice, ”I want to get to the bottom of this.”

”Smack!” A crisp sound echoed. The middle-aged man who had been silent beside the woman landed a slap on Meiduo’s face, his face indescribably lewd and sinister, ”Little bitch, you sure are troublesome.”

Meiduo was stunned by the sudden slap, leaning against the wall, her fair cheek immediately swollen and red.

The loud slap and the man’s angry shout did not affect the bar’s hustle and bustle. Many merely glanced over indifferently, then turned their heads to continue drinking and dancing.

”Stop!” Seeing the middle-aged man raise his hand again, the woman swiftly pulled him aside, rebuking him quietly. Whatever the woman said, the middle-aged man turned his head sullenly.

”I’m afraid you haven’t understood your identity yet,” the woman returned to Meiduo, said coldly, ”If you don’t pay up, you’re my slave, Trisha’s slave. Here, no one will speak for a Leray woman. Even if I let them gang rape you here now, they would just watch.”