Chapter 78

Chapter 78

The floor where Ye Mo lived with Chris usually served as the organization's base, for meetings and such.

Normally, this place was pretty deserted, with only the occasional person coming by to deliver messages. But today, when Ye Mo got up, many people had already arrived. Most were young, people he already recognized. Many already knew of Ye Mo's existence and went out of their way to say hello.

As soon as Ye Mo stepped out of his room, Chris saw him. Chris waved him over with a gentle smile, gesturing for him to come closer. "I was thinking, could we give you a temporary name for now, so everyone has something to call you? You can change it back later when you remember your real name. Would that be okay?"

Ye Mo froze. He looked at Chris, Chris's figure reflected in his eyes, but his thoughts seemed to have drifted far away. "Name..."

The word triggered something in Ye Mo's subconscious. A splitting headache struck him, yet simultaneously, many blurry images flashed through his mind, finally settling on one scene. Ye Mo saw a man sitting on a very ornate chair, reaching out toward him. In the memory, he was looking down, only able to see the man's collar and the buttons on his clothes.

The man's voice lowered, "...This is another name I'm giving you, as your..."

He couldn't see clearly, couldn't hear clearly. This made Ye Mo increasingly agitated. He desperately wanted to know who the other person was, but the harder he tried to see, the more severe his headache became.

Chris noticed Ye Mo's distress. He stood up, held Ye Mo steady, and gently pressed his thumbs against Ye Mo's temples.

He didn't let go until Ye Mo calmed down. Ye Mo had experienced this several times over the past few days.

"I think this might actually be a good thing. Your memories might be slowly returning. Just try to be patient for a bit, and I'll also help you investigate."

Ye Mo lowered his head. "But it's always like this. I have no idea what those things are, or who those people are. Are they my family or my friends?"

He was clearly getting a bit agitated.

Ever since that day when he followed Katia and had that brief contact with the Starved Wolves, he'd hit a dead end.

Ye Mo tried almost daily to get more information from Chris.

"Maybe I could go talk to Sergei, the one we met that day. I could help him kill the King Insect too."

Chris frowned. "How did you know the target that day was the King Insect?"

Sergei had only negotiated with him. Ye Mo and the others were far away; even Katia only learned her target was the King Insect after going inside.

Ye Mo himself was taken aback for a moment. But Chris didn't press the issue, assuming Katia had relented under Ye Mo's persistent questioning. However, Chris immediately rejected Ye Mo's request.

"No. Sergei's father is a mid-level member of the Starved Wolves. Sergei himself grew up in a relatively safe environment, so sometimes he might seem easier to talk to. But that doesn't mean the Starved Wolves are easy to approach. Sergei himself is definitely no pushover."

Ye Mo let out a low, somewhat dejected "Mmm." Chris trusted Ye Mo—he was obedient. Now that he had agreed, he wouldn't try to seek out Sergei on his own.

Chris's tone softened, no longer as stern. "Don't worry, I'll help you look into the starship..."

Halfway through his sentence, Ji Ting called out to him from the doorway. "Chris, it's time. We need to go for the supply handoff."

Chris acknowledged him. He gave Ye Mo a few more instructions. "If we're not back by dinner time, the food is in the cabinet. There are also pies I made earlier in the kitchen."

After Chris left with most of the people, the crowd thinned out dramatically. A short guy chewing gum walked over from the side.

"I heard you asking Chris about starships just now. Do you want to leave here?"

He didn't seem to expect an answer from Ye Mo, quickly continuing.

"It's not that simple. The boss gave up in the end. You probably don't know, but the boss—Chris—was like that too when he first arrived. He wanted to go home. People said he was a noble. I don't know what nobles are like, but it's not bad here, is it? We have a good time."

Ye Mo couldn't help but defend himself. "I don't know what nobles are like either. I don't remember anything. I just want to know where I came from. I want to find my family. Chris said I might have been transported here by one of the Starved Wolves' starships."

The short guy paused, frowning. "Alright, family is important. Let me think... If you want to find out when their starships come and what they transport, that's not easy either."

"It's hard for others to get their information, but I guess those starships all dock in the Central District."

He gestured for Ye Mo to come closer, put his hand by his mouth, and whispered to Ye Mo, "I haven't seen it myself, but I've observed. All the goods from outside flow out from there. And have you seen that tallest building in the Central District? That's where the Starved Wolves entertain outsiders. From outside, you can see the ballroom on the second floor from afar. Whenever it's brightly lit, that means outsiders have arrived."

"I've heard they have everything there. The third floor seems to be an auction house. Anyway, it's very lively. Lots of people fight to work there as servers because they want to leave this place, but few succeed. The Starved Wolves basically don't let non-members in. Once you become one of them, they won't let you leave. I know this; I have a friend who joined the Starved Wolves."

The short guy's eyes grew brighter as he spoke. "I can help you ask around. Wait, I'll go make some inquiries and tell you next time I come."

Ye Mo watched as he quickly slipped into the crowd like an eel and then left through the door.

Ye Mo stood in place, lowering his gaze. He had actually seen such a place before—a glimpse from the hovercar on the way to the Central District that night.

Even though it was night and the hovercar was moving fast, he still remembered it. Somewhere the hovercar flashed past, a tall building glimpsed, and the scene of clinking glasses visible through the floor-to-ceiling windows on the second floor.

The second floor probably wasn't a ballroom; it was a banquet hall.

Ye Mo's memory was excellent, like a camera recording every fragment. Whatever scene he saw, no matter when he recalled it, he could remember even the details clearly.

He could even recall that by the second-floor windows, several guests were holding wine glasses, and several were conversing.

If goods and outsiders were all there, then the starship docking area was likely nearby. Where people come, people go. He could follow their routes, trace the clues, and find the right place.

A vague plan began to take shape in Ye Mo's mind.

By evening, the people who had stayed during the day had all dispersed. Chris still hadn't returned.

Ye Mo quickly got dressed. He put on his hoodie, pulling up the hood to conceal his appearance, opened the door, and started downstairs. It was still lively outside.

Ye Mo moved through the crowd, heading purposefully in one direction. He still remembered the route to the Central District.

Passing through this chaotic, dilapidated area of buildings, once he reached the clean, tidy roads with nice, clean buildings, he'd be in the Central District. It was a place utterly mismatched with the name "Garbage Star," even having little difference from the outside world.

The administrators' office building was there, their families lived there, and the Starved Wolves' mid-to-high-level members were also there.