They were Space Pirates, after all; Fusheng must have had his wits scrambled by the crash earlier.
"Idiot, you don't still think you're some pampered young master from the Capital Planet, do you?" Naib sneered with a mocking smile, then tossed his nutrient solution packet at Fusheng.
Being lucky enough to have nutrient solution to keep from starving to death was already generous—did he expect to fly to the heavens, too?
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