Rebirth Counterattack: I Heard That the Imperial Marshal Has a Crush on Me

Black Star was a planet that was not registered in either the Alliance or the Empire.

Most of the people living on Black Star were wanderers and black households who had been exiled by the Alliance or the Empire for some reason.

The crowds there were mixed, including desperate adventurers and mercenaries, as well as notorious interstellar wanted criminals. It was also the base of many interstellar pirate groups.

There were no legal restrictions there, just a few large divisions of power.

Everyone followed the jurisdiction of these big forces and barely survived.

On that day, on a certain street in the central city, the dirty door curtain of a remote small shop was opened.

A young man who looked to be only eighteen years old, with slightly messy hair, walked in.

The boy had a pair of grey-blue eyes and was wearing an ordinary T-shirt. It just looked a bit big, didn’t seem like his own, didn’t fit well, and looked empty on him.

The young man’s face was sallow and without any blood, which seemed to be caused by long-term malnutrition.

But when those eyes looked toward others by chance, they were as fierce as a stray wolf cub.

However, others had long been accustomed to it.

After all, no one who could survive on Black Star was a good person.

The young man stooped and got into the shop.

The owner of the shop was a middle-aged man with a slovenly beard. He was currently wearing a paint-covered apron and sitting behind the counter, concentrating on repairing a mechanical part.

When the young man came in, he just raised his eyes, ignored him, and continued to do his work seriously.

Until the young man sat down in front of him, looked in his direction across the table, took a look, and clicked his tongue.

The boss glared at him, “What are you doing here again?” He sounded like he knew the young man in front of him.

The young man didn’t answer but asked, “How much will you pay after this thing is repaired?” A pair of eyes stared directly at the small accessories in his hand, shining with an inexplicable lustre.

The boss sneered, “What? Can you fix this?”

“How do you know I can’t?” The boy put one hand on the table and leaned forward, looking very conceited.

The boss looked him up and down. When this young man had appeared there for the first time, no one had noticed him.

The second time it happened, the boss was polishing the accessories and didn’t know how to fix them. There was one area that he couldn’t fix for a long time.

When he saw the young man wandering around in his shop, he had immediately said impatiently and wanted to kick him out.

As a result, the young man walked up to him without saying a word, pointed at the accessory in his hand, and casually pointed out the key issues inside it.

He had immediately solved the problem that he had been unable to solve for most of the day and had easily fixed it.

At that time, the boss’s eyes had changed when he looked at him.

Later, the young man came several times, and each time he asked if he had any work to do. The money he asked for was not much, almost enough for two or three meals each time.

Naturally, the boss could afford it, and compared to what others would pay after the repair was completed, the amount given to the boy was not much.

The boy called himself Ximu, and he had been deceived when he passed by with an interstellar miner ship.

“Who did you learn this from?” the boss had asked curiously, seeing that he was skilled in techniques, but it was obvious that he had not been exposed to it too much.

Ximu was checking the circuits on the control board. When he heard this, he said without raising his head, “When I was a child, I met an old man who had no food to eat. I gave him a steamed bun, and he taught me for a few days.”

Master Luo, an old man who had no food and lived far away in Central Star, sneezed. “Who is scolding me?!”