Chapter 577: Making Trouble at Mos Eisley Spaceport

"Mos Eisley Spaceport, this is the last one."

Superman Clark hovered in the air, looking at the Mos Eisley Spaceport below, a smile hanging on his face.

This was the last place to leave this planet. As long as this place was destroyed, Luke and Obi-Wan Kenobi would not be able to leave this planet.

"Let me do it this time." Hancock revealed an excited smile. "I heard there are many aliens here."

"Yes, this is a place that the Imperial Army of the Galactic Empire cannot cover. Here, many civilization stowaways gather. It was originally a place where some civilizations of the Pan-Galactic Alliance privately traded various civilization technologies, goods, and things dug out from ancient ruins, etc. In short, it is a mixed bag."

"The consequence of being a mixed bag is that experts might be hidden inside." Hancock cracked his bones, making crisp sounds. "I like fighting experts the most."

Hearing this, Superman Clark frowned, though he soon relaxed. "Be quick yourself, Your Majesty and the others are coming soon."

"Don't worry." Hancock flew down from the sky and landed on the ground. Those creatures similar to chickens, hairless and one-legged, fled in all directions when Hancock arrived.

Looking at the deserted gathering place, he shouted, "Stupid aliens, come out and fight me. The winner lives, the loser dies."

"It really is like this." Superman Clark couldn't help but fly a bit further away, distancing himself from this embarrassing guy.

Hancock's voice was loud, so loud that the entire Mos Eisley Spaceport heard it, but those people didn't see Hancock flying down from the sky. They only knew that Hancock was a madman, and after just glancing at him, they went about their own business.

"One-on-one duels or a group of you against me alone, it's all up to you. In short, just make me feel the joy of fighting."

Hancock cracked his fingers, crisp sounds coming from his bones. Along the way, he had been too bored, without even anyone to exercise his muscles and bones. Whether it was the Zerg or Superman Clark, neither could satisfy him. Of course, the former was too weak, and the latter was too strong.

Too weak, he didn't even have interest; too strong, and they would abuse him. He wasn't looking for abuse. What he liked most were opponents who were neither strong nor weak, preferably as strong as him. Only then could he fight heartily without worrying about abusing others or being abused.

If it were in the Time-Space Empire, there would be endless creatures for him to challenge, and he could choose his opponents to his heart's content, thereby selecting those who were his match.

Unfortunately, here, he couldn't find any. The newborn Zerg were always just newborn. They were pitifully fragile, and the long space travel had long since made him lonely enough to go crazy.

Hancock's arrogant words finally attracted the attention of the aliens. A person similar to a lion walked over from afar.

This person was wearing human pants, but the upper body was purely that of a lion. He looked very strong.

"You blackie, where did you come from?" the lion-man said.

Because his memory was fake, Hancock had no memory of black history, but even so, he knew that the lion-like person in front of him was scolding him.

"Tsk tsk, a four-legged lion has become two-legged. The world is full of wonders."

It is often said that men have three legs, and Hancock insisted that the lion-man only had two legs. This was a 100% insult, insulting his dignity as a man.

"I want to duel you." The lion-man was furious.

"Come." Hancock said happily. His original intention was to fight, and now that someone had finally come to provoke him, he didn't know how happy he was in his heart.

The lion-man roared and charged directly, his feet stepping on the ground and kicking up clouds of dust.

"Too slow." Hancock shook his head, his figure flashing and disappearing from the lion-man's sight.

"Where is he?" The charging lion-man stopped suddenly, looking left and right, but couldn't see where Hancock was at all, which left him a bit confused.

"Are you looking for me? Stupid lion." Hancock's voice came from behind the lion, and at the same time, his figure also appeared behind the lion-man.

"You bastard." A drop of cold sweat fell from the lion-man's forehead. He swung his hand, throwing a backhand punch at Hancock.

Hancock reached out, grabbed the lion-man's fist, and shook his head with a sigh. "Too weak, your fist is too weak, soft and without any strength. Didn't you eat?"

The lion-man's fist was caught by Hancock. He used force twice, but found that the other's hand was like an iron block, hard and unable to break free at all.

"Let go, let go." The lion-man kept shaking his hand, wanting to get rid of Hancock, but Hancock's strength was too great, and his hand was like it was cast from iron, completely impossible to shake off.

"Let go? Sure." Hancock smiled lightly, threw the lion-man into the sky, then let go and clapped his hands. "He said to let go, it has nothing to do with me."

"Oh!" The onlookers shouted in unison, looking at the sky in a daze, looking at the lion-man who had already lost his shadow, wanting to find him.

"Who's next?"

Hancock asked domineeringly, and the onlookers immediately retreated repeatedly, fearing that they would be chosen by Hancock and take a free spaceship ride.

"Enough." Superman Clark flew down from the sky. "Hancock, we don't have much time left. Your Majesty is coming soon. If we haven't destroyed the spaceships here when he arrives, we will be punished."

"But I haven't had enough fun yet." Hancock said dissatisfiedly. Just now it was only an appetizer, not even an appetizer. He wasn't willing to just play all the aliens here to death like this.

"This is His Majesty's order." Superman Clark emphasized 'This is His Majesty's order'.

"Fine." Hearing Superman Clark say this, Hancock had no room to refuse. He turned his head and said to the group of frightened aliens: "You all heard it, I am about to destroy all your spaceships here. If you don't want to be trapped on this planet, then all of you attack and defeat me, only then can you keep your spaceships."

"Where did this madman come from?"

"He said he wants to destroy the spaceships? Is he brain-damaged?"

"One person challenging all of us, this idiot."

The onlookers immediately discussed heatedly. Things that originally had nothing to do with them were suddenly linked. They could no longer remain calm, and one by one they voiced their contempt for Hancock to embolden themselves.

They had all seen Hancock's performance just now. The lion-man still hadn't come down yet; who knew if he had been thrown into outer space. Facing such a pervert, they didn't dare to take action themselves.

Hancock's voice was loud. Gradually, some people from Mos Eisley Spaceport and nearby gathering places rushed over. Gradually, there were several times more people here than before.

Some of these people were from other civilizations, using this transit station to conduct some private transactions with other civilizations. After all, the original Pan-Galactic Alliance platform had prices that were really a bit high, while the black market was much less.

In addition, one could also sell goods from their own civilization here, exchange them for money from another civilization, and then use the money to privately purchase some prohibited items. This was much more cost-effective than buying directly.

However, with the establishment of the Galactic Empire, most of the Pan-Galactic Alliance was merged into the Galactic Empire, so this place gradually became deserted and slowly turned into a contact point for some rebel forces who were unwilling to submit to the Galactic Empire.

Just like that, this place slowly declined. While declining, it became even more of a mixed bag, with people from all kinds of civilizations chatting, drinking, and exchanging and inquiring about information everywhere.

But today, an arrogant person came, and this person even threatened to smash the place. If it weren't for the power he displayed just now, I'm afraid everyone would have swarmed up and dismembered him.

But even so, they were eager to move.

"Our weapons are powerful, everyone can go together and beat him into slag." I don't know who shouted a sentence, which immediately attracted a response.

Countless strange-looking aliens took out their weapons. Some were laser guns, some were bullet guns, some were water guns, and there were also flamethrowers. After an order, countless bullets flew over, colorful, drowning Hancock and Superman Clark.

"It wasn't me who took action, I was caught in the crossfire." Superman Clark complained and walked out from the overwhelming attack.

"How is this possible?" The aliens who were shooting happily looked at Superman Clark, who was fine, and simply couldn't believe it. Actually, it couldn't be said that he was fine, because from the appearance, Superman Clark was quite disheveled. The clothes on his body had basically been destroyed by these people's attacks, revealing a body of solid muscles.

"Hancock, if you don't take care of them, I will take action myself." Superman Clark crossed his arms and looked coldly at these people in front of him.

"I understand." Hancock suddenly appeared beside Superman Clark. Compared to Superman Clark's disheveled state, he didn't even have a single scratch on his body.

"You people, you can die now." Hancock screamed and rushed up, hitting one person with one punch, sending them flying. Anyone who dared to block the flying man would be sent flying by the power transmitted from the flying man. In just a few minutes, there was no one standing, because everyone who was standing had been sent flying by Hancock.

"The remaining things are up to you." Hancock defeated these people, feeling a bit unhappy in his heart: "This group of people are all trash."

"Hmm." Superman Clark nodded. From his eyes, he emitted red super heat vision. Wherever it swept, it caught fire, and occasionally there would be bursts of rumbling explosions. This was because the super heat vision swept onto explosive items. In just a minute, the entire Mos Eisley Spaceport was plunged into the sound of explosions.

"The last one is destroyed, let's go." (To be continued.) ===== CHAPTER 578 =====