Mo Xinghuo is the galaxy's number-one coward, number-two miser, and number-three lecher, a junk dealer on a scrap-metal planet at the edge of the galaxy. His greatest ambition is to save enough money to buy a secondhand spaceship and get out of this godforsaken place. Then, in a heap of garbage, he "finds" Princess Luo Li, the most beautiful fugitive in the Galactic Empire.
"You are the savior foretold in the prophecy!" Luo Li, covered in blood, grabs hold of him and refuses to let go.
"I'm not! I didn't! You've got the wrong guy!" Mo Xinghuo denies it frantically, even as his hands dutifully bandage the beauty's wounds.
From then on, this junk dealer, who calculates medical expenses before getting into a fight, is forced to begin his "best actor" career. On the front lines, he's the brilliant and courageous "General Xinghuo," whose every move is perfectly calculated. Behind the lines, he's the "fake leader," wailing in despair and ready to run at any moment.
He wages interstellar war with the mind of a scavenger, handles interstellar diplomacy with his haggling skills, and builds a fleet with the patience of someone piecing together scrap metal. While everyone else is swept away by his "profound foresight," Mo Xinghuo just wants to ask one question:
"Um... is it too late for me to quit?"
