The care wasn't the kind of flattering act a customer puts on when they see the bar owner, but rather stepping up when it really counts.

Blade Warrior snapped his fingers with a pop, "Don't be discouraged, everyone, I believe we will definitely succeed."

The fatty said, "So, are we going to stay here for two days or what?"

"Dead fatty, our timeline may not overlap with this space-time, but that doesn't mean we can waste it like this."

"Ah... this... well... what are we going to do then?"

"Stop the nonsense, get on the ship." Blade Warrior said with a laugh and a swear, kicking the fatty squarely in his bottom, which set off a wave of comical yelping...

"But how are we supposed to find the right timeline's Feng Yi?" said Roland.

"Can't be completely certain, last time we were successful in finding Feng Yi by basing it on the overlay wavelength statistics of spatial-temporal branches in this dimension. This time the temporal leap is larger; based on past travel experiences, I can probably narrow it down to within 5 years."

The fatty suddenly freaked out at these words, "Don't tell me, sis, you're looking for a Feng Yi in his infancy, in a baby state?"

Blade Warrior nearly burst into laughter at the absurdity, "Your 'baby', I mean a five years age difference. In other words, a five to ten years age difference, fifteen to twenty-four years age difference, twenty-five to thirty years age difference, do you get what I'm saying, huh?"

Saying this, Blade Warrior reached out to grab the fatty's ear.

Luckily, the fatty was quick to react. Seeing what was coming, he turned and fled on the spot.

Blade Warrior could not pick on others, but the fatty was always an easy target; her strikes were lightning-fast, leaving no chance for the fatty to run away…

Accompanied by screams, the group finally boarded the Time-Space Transfer Device, setting off toward the next designated spatial point.

After numerous twists and turns, with the Time-Space Transfer Device permanently wearing out one by one during the transfer process, they finally saw the light at the end of the tunnel...

In the Earth region of the Federation, on the Pacific Plate, the fatty was astonished to see the city where he had once lived...

True, his military career was spent in the Alpha Wind Thunder combat zone, but this was the real home for the fatty, where every scene and object felt so real, as if nothing had changed at all.

The group was also stunned by the scene unrolling before their eyes, everything here seemed to highly coincide with this dimension, no, it could actually be said to be identical!

To confirm this, Blade Warrior didn't hesitate, immediately switching the Time-Space Transfer Device to stealth mode, because she could almost be sure that if she didn't turn on the stealth mode, the machine would likely be shot down by the Federal Government.

Once everything was ready, she steered the Time-Space Transfer Device from the Pacific Plate to Eden, deciding to observe just how much similarity existed.

After some time, everyone was somewhat astonished; the result, while not completely identical, was at least over 50% synchronized, which was a very high degree, almost as if these two dimensions inherently shared some sort of connection.

The most amazed was of course Sara, as she gazed down from above, she could see the magnificent city nightscape, countless lights shimmering like stars, an even more dazzling world than the one the fatty had described to her.

At that moment, Sara even began to ponder future plans; hmm, maybe opening another bar would be a good idea? After all, she had experience in management.

Psht, ptui ptui ptui, why a bar again, was she tired of bars?

Moreover, the fatty had told her, the rule of law in this society was different from District 103; for ordinary people wanting to open bars or other underground venues, it was not easy. It required not just a license but also connections, needing to know someone in both the underworld and the legitimate world to some extent, otherwise a single incident could lead to the place being trashed.

Of course, as a member of the Federal Army, the fatty wasn't fazed by such things: he not only stood his ground, but he had also once smashed up a bathhouse.

The fatty told Sara, it was during their special training on Mars, a group of comrades in civilian clothes went out for a (healthcare spa) and a bunch of unlucky brothers had a quarrel over a minor issue with another group of guys.

Who knew we'd be facing off against the local underworld, and as the argument escalated, they called in a bunch of thugs, looking to start a fight. To make matters worse, the damn spa center owner was part of the underworld himself.

But what kind of men are God's Thorn soldiers? Just because they don't engage with civilians doesn't mean they're courteous to the underworld. In no time, about ten of them knocked down a group waving machetes.

Such incidents aren't unusual on the backwater planets like Mars and Icebird.

As a result, the spa center was thrown into chaos by these ten men. The gang leader, unaware they were God's Thorn soldiers, even reviewed the security footage and sent out cars to chase them.

Even a great tiger can't withstand a pack of wolves, resulting in two soldiers sustaining serious injuries. Fortunately, they survived and managed to escape. After being treated with liquid medication overnight, the two soldiers finally recovered. They didn't even dare to tell Feng Yi about the incident.

Yet the matter didn't end there. The next day, the owner used his connections to learn who these men were and wisely sought compensation from the authorities.

Once Feng Yi was briefed on the whole story, which began with the spa center overcharging, leading to the brawl that left the place in shambles—suffering losses of hundreds of thousands, though the owner's claim inflated the damages to three million.

Upon learning the details, Feng Yi opted for a softer resolution. After the bar owner finished renovating, Feng Yi ordered the soldiers to smash the place up again—inside and out—exactly as the owner had quoted for the damages.

Feng Yi didn't instruct the soldiers to hurt anyone, and that's how the matter was concluded.

As for the compensation, local police declared it was out of their jurisdiction and advised the owner to resolve it through military channels, either by approaching Feng Yi again, suing the Special Envoy through the military court, or by lodging a complaint against the God's Thorn Legion, namely Greedy Wolf himself.

That was the end of it, showing that, as a professional soldier, the chubby man wasn't one to back down from such situations. Even though his position wasn't as high-ranking as Feng Yi's, he strongly disapproved of such dealings.

Boom!

With the reverberation of the Time-Space Transfer Device, Sara finally snapped out of her thoughts. She turned and realized with astonishment that they had arrived at Colonial Planet 103, the place she once called her own.

Unlike the previously witnessed scenes, she was intimately familiar with every sight and object here. Had she not known she had time-traveled, Sara would have thought the place had merely been renovated.

Besides, the local environment didn't seem as dire as it was in her era.

"Let's go down. If my guess is right, we should be able to see him here."

Fatty asked, "You mean Feng Yi?"

"Yes."

"But what age setting did you choose?"

"Twelve. If my calculations are correct, at this coordinate Feng Yi should be between ten and fourteen years old. Of course, I can't say it's completely accurate. I hope God won't play any more tricks on us, please." As she said this, it was almost comical to see the Blade Warrior, who usually trusted in science, fervently praying like a devout believer, a nun, or a heretic.

Fatty stared with wide eyes.

This time the Blade Warrior didn't put her faith in the chubby man; she decided to go down herself to ask around. Despite knowing this was the Seventh District, no one was clear about where Feng Yi lived or what he did every day, or even if he was still alive.

Therefore, obtaining local information was key to finding Feng Yi, which was vital for her. As for where to gather information, there were plenty of places—like the wilderness, where free mercenaries were common at this time. Or the marketplace. Despite the harsh life and environment on Colonial Planet 103, the local security wasn't completely bad. It was precisely because of the free mercenaries that people who had fallen on hard times for various reasons could survive here, giving the Blade Warrior many options.

She even considered whether to grab someone and interrogate them directly—either speak honestly or get a beating before speaking honestly. After multiple attempts to gather information, even she could get impatient, right?

Of course, the Blade Warrior wouldn't foolishly go to a bar like the chubby man to find people.

"Miss, where are we heading?"

"To a bar."

If you find any errors ( broken links, non-standard content, etc.. ), Please let us know < report chapter > so we can fix it as soon as possible.