About three minutes after the spaceship crash, Gongsun Ce confirmed that the ship's supplies and Wawu were still alive and managed to preserve Seviss's wooden spaceship. Its platinum shell looked stylish and advanced, like a giant water droplet, with no apparent connection to wood. Then he walked into the bank, intimidating the already terrified robbers, and sat down calmly in a chair beside Qiluo.
"I feel like I'm starting to adapt to this place," Gongsun Ce said. "I'm sure the concepts from the Cosmic City work here."
"The rule that might makes right is universal in every corner of the world," Qiluo said.
"Not necessarily, at least many places maintain surface-level etiquette," Gongsun Ce sighed, "Sorry, old man, I know you have many concerns... I also know you suspect I'm a Superpower User... but please don't call the police for now, okay?"
