MPWATMBC Chapter 94

Once again, it was the luxury suite on the top floor of the hotel, the same living room, and still Ryan and his group of people… or not, there were two additional individuals: one was Bandner, who had no distinctive features, an ordinary appearance, and even had his peach-blossom eyes surgically altered; the other was a woman named Carrie, with a hooked nose, cautious demeanor, and an aura of timid gloom as she kept hiding behind Bandner.

The target person was already sitting in front of them, but Ryan and his team, tasked with carrying out the mission, did not feel the joy of completing it. For Harriet and Derrick, the sensation was more surreal, as if it was utterly inconceivable.

This was the person they were supposed to find?

These were the people of the Red Spider Pirate Crew?

They knew the Red Spider’s rear stronghold?

“Could there be a mistake?” Fan Lanting, who was preparing to infiltrate the Little Red House at the center of the underground city, was urgently called back to the hotel, only to find that the target had already appeared. He felt a sense of powerlessness, like punching cotton.

Ryan was the only one among the group who remained calm. He nodded, “They match the characteristics of the target individuals.”

Harriet pointed at Bandner’s eyes. “Peach-blossom eyes?”

“I got rid of them,” Bandner said gloomily. Wanting to “blend into the crowd” and completely become an unremarkable person, he had his peach-blossom eyes altered—was that not allowed? However, when facing the Red Spider group, he would still use some disguises, pretending his peach-blossom eyes were intact to deceive those guys. It made things more convenient when carrying out actions. “You want to know where the Red Spider’s rear stronghold is. I want to rescue my companions. It’s a chance to help each other and benefit mutually. How about it? Let’s cooperate.”

As a descendant of Qin Feng the Great’s subordinate, Bandner, despite his young age, had established a position within the group by relying on the prestige of his ancestors. From his speech and demeanor, he appeared to hold authority. Deciding on cooperation was entirely his call—there was no need to consult others.

Seeing Ryan, Bandner had carefully considered the idea of seeking cooperation. It wasn’t a baseless or impulsive action without direction, nor a blind move without understanding the other party’s identity or destination. His experience aboard the Shakespeare made Bandner certain that Ryan was kind-hearted but not a pushover with no principles. The incident at the Beland capital’s bus station showed him Ryan’s strength—a power that could obliterate obstacles with a mere wave of his hand. This left Bandner both awed and yearning.

As someone who had spent a hundred years undercover as a member of Red Spider’s logistics, Bandner had access to certain channels that gave him a vague understanding that Ryan might be connected to the military. However, he couldn’t pinpoint Ryan’s exact role within it.

Because of his century-long undercover role, Bandner had developed a favorable impression of military personnel, and the scales in his heart tipped—he subconsciously felt the other party was trustworthy.

With all these factors combined, Bandner became even more certain of his choice to cooperate after arriving at the hotel suite. The disguises of the people in front of him were impeccable; they seemed like carefree, reckless pirates. However, Bandner’s strong intuition told him they were most likely soldiers. Growing up among real pirates, he knew exactly how genuine pirates felt. It was his sharp instinct.

Using the military’s strength to completely destroy the lingering remnants of Red Spider had been a topic of discussion within his family for hundreds of years.

The frequently renamed pirate group had taken control of a planet in a lawless zone, stealing children and raising them from a young age as reserve pirate forces. These children were the fundamental reason the Red Spider had endured for hundreds of years. A family that had been undercover for a century was hidden within, never forgetting their ideals and beliefs, remaining steadfast in their loyalty to Qin Feng the Great’s instructions. Secretly, they had been developing their own strength and had become an integral yet still partial force within the stronghold. However, because they did not control the armed forces, they were unable to eliminate those obsessed with pursuing the pirate way of life.

Bandner quickly scanned the five-person group, lowering his eyes as his mind raced, thinking about how to achieve a win-win outcome.

The greatest wish of his ancestors was to complete Qin Feng the Great’s mission: to assist the military in destroying the largest pirate force. Now, there was a chance for this mission to be completed in his hands. Bandner was so excited that his body trembled.

Among the five-person team, it was tacitly understood that Derrick would handle communications. Derrick, who carried out his role as team leader exceptionally well, said, “We want to know where the stronghold is. We don’t need to cooperate with you at all. As for interrogation methods, we know plenty. See this guy with the black face? He specializes in that.”

Black-faced Jack: “…” He just didn’t like talking, that didn’t mean he was some vicious brute, okay?

Thinking this, Jack cooperatively swept a cold gaze over Bandner and Carrie, his eyes sending a chill down their spines.

A satisfied glint flashed in Derrick’s eyes. “The value you can offer us is too minimal. We refuse to cooperate.” The identities of the two were too ambiguous—pirates or undercover agents? It was a boundary too difficult to discern. A family that had been undercover for hundreds of years? The idea alone was incredible, more like something out of a movie.

Bandner, being young, couldn’t contain his anger under Derrick’s skeptical gaze. He immediately stood up in fury. “You can insult me, belittle me, beat me, or torture me, but you absolutely cannot question our family’s identity as undercover agents! The words Qin Feng Anderson the Great said to my ancestor have always been our guiding principle, unwavering through the years. Eliminating pirates is the lifelong belief and ultimate dream of generations of my family. That is not something you have the right to question!

“Ha! You think torture can force the coordinates of the stronghold out of us? Impossible! We’ve been trained since childhood to resist interrogation. Whatever methods you have, go ahead and try. As long as we don’t want to talk, you’ll never get the coordinates of the stronghold from us. It’s either cooperation or mutual destruction!”

“Cooperate.”

Derrick: “Ryan!”

Standing to the side with his arms crossed, Ryan smiled and said, “I believe in their century-long conviction.” The fact that they could perfectly pass down the words he had spoken back then, without missing a single one, was an extraordinary achievement in itself.

Others couldn’t understand his feelings—a subtle mix of “meeting an old friend in a foreign land” and “seeing his beliefs carried forward.” This time, he decided to let reason follow his intuition. He chose to cooperate.

“Besides, whether to cooperate with them or not is a decision for the leadership to make, not something we can decide.” At most, they could provide some actionable suggestions.

Derrick suddenly understood and looked at the agitated Bandner with none of the earlier complexity in his expression. After all, from start to finish, their task was simply to find the person. Whether to cooperate was never something they had the authority to decide.

Hearing their conversation, Bandner felt as if he had swallowed a whole egg, stuck in his esophagus—neither going up nor down. It was unbearably uncomfortable. When Ryan decisively said the word “cooperate,” he had felt a brief moment of happiness. But as the rest of the conversation unfolded, his mood soured!

He had proposed cooperation, and they didn’t agree immediately? They still needed to report to their superiors, leaving the final decision to someone else? Rationally, he understood that this was the proper protocol, but emotionally, he was simply annoyed.

With a snort, Bandner sat back down on the sofa, glaring at the five-person group, especially Ryan. “What are your thoughts now? What’s the plan? If you don’t have one, stop wasting our time—we need to save Rennie! He’s been in their hands for twelve hours already. Who knows what could have happened!”

Those women were terrifying. Every minute of delay could lead to unforeseen changes. Maybe they’d already done this, that, and then that again to Rennie orz. It had been his decision to come to the Cranberry Planet to buy supplies. If anything happened to Rennie, he wouldn’t forgive himself.

“We’ll help you save him, then you come back with us. Two steps. It’s that simple,” Ryan said, distilling everything into a straightforward conclusion.

Bandner grew even more frustrated, glancing at Ryan. “Did you just skip over the entire process of completing those two steps?! If it were that simple, I would’ve rescued Rennie long ago.”

Skipping the process was nothing short of playing dirty!

Ryan’s two steps were as useless as the classic “How do you fit an elephant into a fridge?”—Open the fridge, put the elephant in, close the fridge. It sounded easy enough, but figuring out how to fit it in could make an entire busload of people pull their hair out!

As a planner, Ryan had already quietly unfolded a blank sheet of paper in his mind and started writing. As the potential leader of the team, Ryan smiled and said, “We’re pirates now. With a clear target, why complicate things?”

How to figure out the internal situation of the Little Red House? How to infiltrate the Little Red House? How to locate the target (Rennie)?

Isn’t it overthinking?

“We’re pirates, we have money,” Ryan pointed out two key points. The members of the team gradually caught on, all looking towards Harriet. Ryan added, “Your Majesty, it’s time to show us what you can do.”

Harriet rubbed her hands together. “Haha, I like this.”

Bandner was still puzzled, glancing at Ryan and then at the others, not understanding their cryptic conversation. It was driving him crazy. If all military personnel were like this, was seeking military help to fulfill his ancestors’ wish even feasible? It seemed, or rather, it was certain—definitely possible. They looked pretty reliable!

…

The Cranberry Planet’s snow never melts year-round. It’s either heavy snow, light snow, or moderate snow. But this planet, with its harsh surface climate, has a paradise below a thousand meters underground, a place to indulge all desires—lust, greed, gluttony, and so on. Human desires burn hotter than the magma that constantly provides heat.

From its founding, the Cranberry Planet has upheld the philosophy of “desire above all.” As long as you have money, you can buy anything here.

You can eat, drink, play, and indulge without restraint. You can own, kill, and let loose… Whatever you wish, you can express it on Cranberry.

Especially in the deeper parts of the underground city, inside the Little Red House, as the official introduction of Cranberry says, one can find everything they desire.

Harriet contacted the hotel manager, and through the manager’s connections, she secured entry to the Little Red House by offering twenty pounds of gold. There was no time to waste; delays could bring unforeseen changes, so no time was wasted.

In front of the Little Red House, Harriet, dressed in light clothing, stood with Fan Lanting, who was similarly dressed, at the entrance. Behind them were Ryan, Derrick, and Jack, all in white shirts and black pants. Beside them was Bandner, who, without needing to pretend, was clearly angry.

Unlike everyone else who could dress in just bikinis, Harriet wore a transparent white veil over her athletic and seductive body. Born a soldier, her physique was far from weak or frail. Beneath her tan skin were powerful muscles. The tattoo of a demon fox (temporary tattoo) that covered half her body made her appear even wilder. Not only did men stare in awe, but women also couldn’t resist whistling as they passed, throwing flirtatious glances.

Harriet smiled softlly, sending seductive glances to those who looked at her favorably, and right away several moaned and fell softly at her feet, eager to kneel and lick her toes.

Harriet, full of offense!

Snuggled in Harriet’s arms, Fan Lanting really attracted jealousy. Fan Lanting on the surface seemed shy but actually buried his head in Harriet’s shoulder, gritted his teeth and whispered: “Damn, what broken pants, they stuck inside the crack of my butt.”

Fan Lanting certainly wears a lot, but more does not mean thick. The thin silk clothes and pants make his chest and the mysterious triangle area wrapped in the leopard print thong vaguely visible and the thong edge stuck in the *ss between the b*lls, let Fan Lanting uncomfortable, not as good as all stripped to the comfortable!

His voice happened to let Harriet and the three people behind her hear, the crowd eyes flashed a smile, who let Fan Lanting the shortest, if he is not the male favorite, could she let the black-faced Jack or muscle Derrick to be the one?

Think of the picture of them bending their knees and nestling in Harriet’s arms …… Ryan shivered, the picture was so beautiful that he felt like he was going blind.

Whether it is in the past, present, or future, it is absolutely true that money makes things easier and the saying is more real than real gold and silver. Using twenty pounds of gold as a knock on the door, Harriet got the qualification to enter the little red house, as for what treatment can be enjoyed after entering the inside, that’s another story, the first thing is to go in, isn’t it?

Derrick and Jack each carried a black leather suitcase, heavy in weight. Inside were “pass qualification,” made entirely of precious metals—gold and silver. For this mission, the Glory Legion had really invested heavily, with the gold and silver they brought out being enough to pile into a small mountain.

Waiting at the door is certainly not about striking poses to attract attention. A group of several people has forcibly raised the average attractiveness level of the underground city. Without doing anything special, they could attract countless admirers. More and more onlookers gathered, Jack’s face became even darker, the sunny man Derrick lost his smile, and the usually gentle Ryan’s eyes grew colder

Damn, these onlookers actually took the opportunity to take advantage!

Not reacting to being harassed would be a coward, not in the least in line with the purpose of Cranberry’s indulgence. So Ryan quickly responded, only to hear a number of harsh screams, and the mesmerized onlookers all quickly stepped back a large distance. Seeing the cold-faced Ryan, it was as if they were looking at a demon. Their retreat made the fallen figures even more obvious. These reckless people all had dislocated arms, and the identical wounds made everyone look at Ryan with even more fear.

‘Hahaha~’ Harriet laughed loudly, looking coldly at the crowd of onlookers. “You dare to touch my Witch Hart’s people? Don’t you look at how many lives you have? This is just a simple warning, next time… hehe.'”

A chill ran down the back of their necks, and those with different intentions immediately scattered like birds and beasts.

As for Witch Hart, who this person was didn’t need to be known before, but it was not too late to understand from now on.

Finally, the tightly closed door of the Little Red House opened, and a short-haired woman, who appeared to be in charge, walked out. She had straight eyebrows, a garlic nose, short chestnut-colored hair, and sloping shoulders. The collar of her shirt was too large and couldn’t be managed, constantly slipping down. Upon seeing Harriet’s perfect figure and pretty face, the person in charge became envious, her eyes turning red, but under Harriet’s icy gaze, she didn’t dare to slack off. She had kept these people waiting for over twenty minutes, and if they waited any longer, who knew what they would do.

“There were some matters at hand that delayed hosting all of you, I truly apologize.”

Harriet gave a fake smile, chuckling twice. ‘Lead the way.'”

“Yes, yes, please follow me, I’ll…”

“Your Majesty.” Derrick’s voice was low and serious as he reminded her.

The person in charge was confused. “Huh?”

“Please address our leader as Your Majesty the Queen,” Derrick said, curling the corner of his mouth, raising his hand to make a slicing motion across his neck, his eyes full of menace.

The person in charge’s liver trembled. My god, who did she just offend? Witch Hart is a pirate famous in which star system? How did she not know about this?! If Witch Hart’s reputation was well-known, she wouldn’t have dared to act so carelessly. Her heart pounding, the person in charge said, “Your Majesty, it was my fault earlier. I didn’t open the door in time to let you in.”

Slap!

The person in charge raised her hand and slapped herself, then smiled apologetically, “I’m a jerk, Your Majesty, please don’t hold it against me, forgive me. Once we’re inside, I’ll make sure to recommend the best service and offer the biggest discounts to ensure Your Majesty is satisfied.” She swore, wishing she could pull out her liver and show it to Harriet to see what color it was.

It must be a deep, heartfelt red!

Harriet arrogantly nodded, “Mm, let’s go inside.”

“Yes, yes, yes, of course.”

The small red house at the center of the underground city was truly unremarkable. It was no more than three meters high, occupying only about ten square meters, short and small, with no windows, just a tightly closed door. The walls were painted red, and the roof was covered in red tiles. It didn’t have a name, but when it was repeatedly called “The Little Red House,” the name stuck.

Once inside, they saw a not very spacious, but definitely luxurious and extravagant elevator. The elevator walls were made of transparent crystal, polished to a mirror-like shine, reflecting every detail of one’s body. When Fan Lanting looked at himself in the “mirror,” he couldn’t help but curse in his heart: ‘Holy shit! What the hell, how the hell… Where did Harriet find this leopard-print underwear? It’s cutting my *ss cheeks in half!!!’

Uncomfortable.

He reached down to adjust himself.

Fan Lanting breathed a sigh of relief, his butt looking much more normal now.

This mission was too much of a sacrifice for him, his *ss had been fully exposed T^T. He should have taken a picture and sent it to Connor to show him; he’d never seen it before… But forget it, Connor doesn’t even like him, what’s the point of showing him?

With a mind full of a hundred and eighty thoughts, Fan Lanting shyly leaned against Harriet, and his facial expression was hidden from others!

The others looked at themselves in the “mirror” and felt quite calm.

Harriet: My figure is really good. The white shirt and black pants look so handsome on Ryan.

Jack: The white shirt makes my face look so dark, but it looks great on Ryan.

Derrick: The white shirt makes my shoulders look unnaturally broad, it doesn’t look as good on me as it does on Ryan.

Ryan, Ryan smiled gently, truly at peace inside.

The two people outside the five-person group inexplicably felt somewhat unnecessary. Bandner fidgeted nervously, thinking about how it had already been eighteen hours since Rennie’s disappearance. Maybe he had already… so sad. Rennie, please don’t be in danger!

The person in charge moved to a corner, subconsciously thinking they should stay away from this strange and dangerous group.