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Chapter 1124 Dr. Fucitold and the Humanoid Turtles
The mere presence of these aliens of different races gave Yang Le a bit of confidence.

That is, the fact that so many alien races can live together harmoniously proves that this place is very likely a federation of planets or countries.

That would be great, because then no matter what Yang Le looks like, he won't attract much attention.

Just as Yang Le had expected, the 2.5-meter-tall evolved human walking down the street did not cause much of a stir. Passersby would at most glance at him, but would not linger for long.

Along the way, Yang Le stopped frequently and discovered that in addition to the language he had deciphered, the aliens here could also communicate in other languages, but they only used these languages ​​when communicating with aliens who looked similar to them.

Yang Le speculated that those languages ​​should belong to those alien races, while the language he had previously deciphered should belong to the common language.

After all, the windows of the beat-up car are one-way, so the alien can't see his reflection. Therefore, he would definitely communicate using what he considers a universal language that everyone understands.

Even more surprisingly, Yang Le heard English here. Could it be that there are still humans here?

Sure enough, after crossing several streets, Yang Le saw a group of soldiers in green uniforms who looked just like humans from Earth.

Although they spoke Earth's language and their appearances were indistinguishable, the meticulous Yang Le did not draw any conclusions immediately. He simply walked up to a roadside shop like an ordinary passerby and began eavesdropping as if he were selecting goods.

"Any news of Dr. Fukittod? If we can't find him soon, General Bran might get angry."

One soldier asked his comrade, who could only sigh helplessly.

"I don't know. Our squad lost track of them as soon as we reached the government city. We can only hope that other squads have any news. I don't want to be sent to the arena in Tesserland."

“You can rest assured about that,” another soldier interjected. “Our general and the leaders of Tetherland don’t get along at all, so there’s virtually no chance they’ll sell us out there.”

"Thank you, but those words don't put my mind at ease."

The soldiers' conversation provided a number of clues; at least Yang Le learned two names and one place name.

The man named Fukittod is a doctor, and for some reason, General Bran of this planet wants to arrest him. It seems that General Bran is not friendly, otherwise his soldiers would not be discussing exile.

There is another hostile planet called Teserlandon, which has an arena.

"How long do you intend to keep watching?"

Yang Le snapped out of his daze. The stall owner in front of him was an alien with a long, thin nose. The alien was looking at him with obvious impatience, clearly because his enormous size blocked the entire stall.

Having spent so much time looking around without asking questions or selling anything, this wasn't a good thing to do; it could easily be mistaken for causing trouble.

The alien kept glancing at the soldiers beside him. Clearly, those heavily armed soldiers were his support; otherwise, he wouldn't have dared to challenge Yang Le, who had become an evolved human.

However, Yang Le wasn't angry. After all, he was in the wrong first, and the fact that the other party didn't report him to the soldiers for causing trouble was already a sign of restraint.

Looking down at the stall, which displayed mostly unfamiliar fruits and vegetables, Yang Le pointed to a fruit that resembled a melon and asked, "How much is this?"

"Five yuan per pound."

The Omnitrix automatically translated the alien language into something he could understand, but Yang Le had never even seen the currency here, let alone knew anything about the prices.

However, Yang Le was very curious about these fruits and vegetables, so he took out a few gold coins from the pouch that was still hanging on his body after his transformation.

His waist bag was developed based on the stomach of the Evil Frog. The space inside is much larger than it appears from the outside. Although it is not as large as Doraemon's four-dimensional pocket, it is more than enough to hold all his strange and wonderful things.

"How much can these be exchanged for?" Yang Le didn't mind showing his ignorance. After all, this was a federal country, so it was perfectly acceptable to use some hard currency, such as precious metals, as an equivalent.

The alien's eyes lit up when he saw the gold coin. He then tentatively took one, looked at it, took a bite, and returned it to Yang Le before speaking again.

"You can buy my stall with just one gold coin." The long-nosed alien wasn't trying to cheat Yang Le. Although it was unclear whether he was telling the truth, at least he wasn't too greedy, only wanting one coin instead of all of them.

Yang Le flicked the gold coin with the teeth mark onto the stall and said, "Give me two of each kind, and the rest can be my compensation for delaying your business."

The aliens stopped giving Yang Le the cold shoulder and handed him a woven bag after putting the goods inside.

Just as Yang Le was about to leave after taking the bag, the evolved human's keen hearing picked up the voice of a soldier nearby.

"Call all squads, Dr. Fuckey Todd has been spotted! Dr. Fuckey Todd has been spotted! He's in the North District, and he's being protected by four unidentified green-skinned aliens."

"General Bran has given permission to use heavy firepower, and all means may be used as long as Dr. Fukittod is not harmed."

Yang Le was now certain that General Bran was definitely not a good person. Using heavy firepower in the city? How could he even think of that?

'I have to go and see.' Yang Le put the cloth bag into his waist pouch. 'Maybe we can get some information.'

Thinking this, Yang Le spread his wings and took off into the air with a push of his feet. Although he didn't know that this was the North District, he was sure he could do the right thing by following the soldiers.

At this moment, Yang Le felt that he had made the right choice in becoming an evolved human, as the ability to fly would save him a lot of trouble.

After ascending to high altitude, Yang Le followed the team he had been eavesdropping on. Before long, he saw his team join up with a group of people driving vehicles that looked like tanks.

They've even brought tanks into the city? He thought he'd only see RPGs or something, but he didn't expect them to bring tanks into the city.

After flying for several dozen seconds, Yang Le spotted what appeared to be the soldiers' target: a silver-white robot and... four humanoid turtles.
It wasn't an ordinary humanoid turtle; it was one carrying weapons and wearing eye patches of different colors…

"Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles!" shouted the orange-masked turtle. "Guys, show them what we're made of!"

(End of this chapter)