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The boss of the hangar sat in his office, his eyes fixed on the multi-screen monitor hanging on the wall, which showed The Wanderer securely parked in his hangar. A smug smile appeared on the boss's face, secretly pleased. His hangar was located in a relatively remote area on the outskirts of Oz City. Although it was some distance from the city center, it was not lacking in traffic, especially from smuggler ships like The Wanderer.
The boss knew that many ship captains like Aidan often chose to land in private hangars in these fringe areas to avoid attracting attention from regular airports. While these customers were not numerous, each business deal was a significant source of income for him, especially when he could extract additional fees from them.
The boss got up from his office chair and walked towards the hangar. His steps were somewhat heavy, but his eyes revealed cunning and greed. He had planned how to gain the maximum benefit from these illegal immigrants. Over the years, he had learned how to exploit the desperate needs of these space wanderers and profit skillfully in this frontier business.
As he entered the hangar and looked at The Wanderer, his mind was filled with schemes and strategies. For the boss, every guest was an opportunity, and no matter where they came from, they could not escape his grasp.
The boss of the hangar stood in front of The Wanderer, his face bearing a smug and cunning smile, as if a king gazing over his domain. His control over the hangar was not only rooted in years of confident management, but also in his perfect mastery of this area and precise grasp of information.
In his eyes, every spaceship docked here was just a small piece in his kingdom, and he was the master of all. His surveillance system was not just a safety net, but also a symbol of power, proving his unrivaled dominance on this remote planet.
His steps were firm and powerful as he walked, each one exuding confidence. The boss inspected The Wanderer, calculating his potential "spoils" in his mind. To him, space captain Aidan was just another target easily conquered by him.
He was filled with pride because on the chaotic edge of the city, he had built a small empire that belonged only to him. This was not only because his surveillance connected to the police system of Oz City, but also because he always managed to keep himself in control using these facilities.
The boss stopped in front of The Wanderer, his eyes flashing with greed and cunning. He had his own plans for guests like Aidan, and he firmly believed that no one could escape his control. In his world, he was the only king, and others were just pawns in his hands.
As the hangar boss saw the cabin door of The Wanderer slowly open, the compressed gas inside the cabin released with a burst of white mist. He involuntarily waved his hand, trying to disperse the smoke in front of him. His eyes sparkled with curiosity and a hint of greed. Such scenes were not uncommon in the space borderlands, but each time they brought new opportunities and benefits.
Later, two figures emerged from the smoke. The first was a middle-aged man, wearing a worn-out jacket, with a confident and steady stride, as if he had untold stories and background. His eyes were calm, revealing a profound experience of countless storms.
Following closely behind was a Tyrant Star person with four arms, a burly figure exuding strength and threat with every movement. His skin had a unique red color in the light, and his four arms were agile and strong, clearly a formidable warrior.
The boss's gaze was sizing up the two strangers, rapidly assessing their identities and intentions. Though he maintained a practiced smile on his face, his inner self had already become wary. In this city on the edge, filled with unknowns and dangers, every new guest could bring unpredictable variables.
When the boss first saw the middle-aged man and his Tyrant Star companion, his brow couldn't help but furrow slightly. His eyes revealed a hint of caution, but it was soon eased by the man's friendly smile and confident demeanor. The boss tried to read these unusual guests before him, and a sly smile, honed over years of business, tugged at the corner of his mouth as he responded, "Sorry about that! This is the outskirts of Oz City, so it's reasonable for prices to be a bit higher due to the inconvenience of goods and transportation." His voice carried the slickness and calculation typical of a merchant, while also hinting at an expectation for this transaction.
The middle-aged man had a satisfied smile on his face as he walked easily towards the boss, extending his hand. His palm was wide and powerful, and the calluses on his fingers indicated he was no ordinary person. His handshake was firm and warm, as if trying to convey trust and friendliness through this simple gesture. His voice was loud and carried a magnetic charm: "Reasonable, reasonable! It's already good to find a safe place to dock in such a location." His words revealed a nonchalant attitude towards high prices.
At the same time, the Tyrant Star person let out a deep and resounding laugh. His four arms swayed gently, each movement revealing his powerful physique and strength. His smile carried a natural dignity and support, silently affirming the trade they were about to engage in.
Although the boss harbored doubts about the origins of these customers, their enthusiasm and confidence gradually relaxed his vigilance. He began to anticipate the benefits that this transaction could bring and had already started calculating how to maximize his own profits. In a city filled with all kinds of people, every transaction was a new opportunity, a stage for seizing profits.
The boss's gaze swept back and forth over the two customers, trying to glean more information from their expressions and actions. However, the middle-aged man's smile and the calm demeanor of the Tyrant Star person made it difficult for the boss to discern their true intentions.
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