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Gray Crystal Star Planetary Synchronous Orbit.

A space fortress painted with scarlet thorn patterns slowly rotates around a star.

Inside the core command center of the fortress, a burly man with his upper body bare stood in front of the main screen.

The image freezes on the moment Morgan's head is crushed.

Renn clenched his five fingers together.

Crunch!

"Very good."

Raine's voice was deep.

"A kid at the Star Lord level, accompanied by a short miner, came to my Bloodthorn Consortium's main warehouse to buy goods."

The adjutant steeled himself and took half a step forward.

"Commander, the man in Imperial uniform in the footage is the adjutant of Inspector Herman of the 7th Border Fleet. They unlocked the vault using an Imperial backdoor chip. Should we negotiate with Herman first?"

Bang!

Ryan slapped the control panel with his backhand.

The holographic projection table exploded into shattered glass all over the floor.

He strode to the porthole and looked down at the dim planet below.

"Who does he think he is?! What is Herman anyway!"

"A border patrol inspector whose military pay even depends on bribes from us tycoons, dares to mess with me?"

Ryan pulled over the communication microphone.

"Pass on the order!"

"The Third, Fourth, and Fifth Fleets of the Orbital Garrison are all ready for attack!"

"All three thousand warships have been pushed into near-Earth orbit around Gray Crystal Star!"

"Warm up the main guns! Lock down Starport and the Governor's Mansion!"

"Not even a living creature is allowed to escape!"

......

Four thousand six hundred meters underground, the main warehouse of the Heavenly Palace Chamber of Commerce.

Barron accepted the last luminous energy stone, patting his round belly and laughing heartily.

"Big brother! It's all packed! There's absolutely nothing left!"

This procurement trip was extremely efficient.

Curvature cores, high-level energy blocks, top-grade star beast serum, and purple-gold source ore, along with half a layer of magic-guided floor tiles, were all neatly stored in the two people's storage equipment.

Hermann's adjutant leaned against the bare, load-bearing alloy wall.

Looking at the uneven soil beneath his feet, he couldn't utter a single word for a long time.

The entire warehouse was completely empty, not even a single discarded electrical wire remained.

Lin Feng carried the long spear and walked out the door.

"I'll leave as soon as I'm done."

As soon as the three stepped out of the hall, the ventilation system above their heads stopped working.

The evacuation route signs, which were originally green, turned yellow.

The adjutant's expression changed drastically. He rushed to the elevator shaft where he had just arrived and kicked the door frame.

The door frame remained motionless, but a creaking sound came from inside as the power cable locked in place.

"Sir, the power has been cut off."

The adjutant took out his military terminal, glanced at it, and felt a chill run down his spine.

"The planetary defense system has implemented a physical deadlock; all four hundred-plus access routes are red. That bastard Taylor has blocked the way!"

Baron's fat face twitched.

"Sealed off? A vertical shaft over four thousand meters deep—you can't possibly climb up by hand! There must be explosion-proof barriers above!"

Lin Feng walked to the door.

The long spear shaft was inserted into the gap of the elevator door.

With a flick of the wrist.

A piercing metallic cracking sound rang out as the five-inch-thick alloy door tore and ripped apart, rendering it unusable.

Lin Feng peered over his shoulder and glanced at the sky above the well.

Above the dark shaft, a heavy explosion-proof gate stands several hundred meters away.

"What's the rush?"

Lin Feng sheathed his spear and tapped the thick titanium alloy power winch in the well shaft with the tip of the spear.

"These titanium alloy load-bearing steel cables are quite sturdy; they're good materials."

Barron looked in the direction of the gun tip, his small eyes darting around twice.

"Big brother, you mean...?"

Lin Feng slung the spear over his shoulder.

"Same as always, dismantle it all the way up."

"We'll dismantle the gates of this 4,000-meter-long shaft and sell them as steel plates, and use the load-bearing cables as cable ties. We'll also check if there's any ore left in the rock strata, and mine any that wasn't taken."

The adjutant, who was listening nearby, stumbled and almost fell into the well.

Four thousand six hundred meters underground, they locked the door and let their dogs out.

Do these two think this is a vertically operated mine?

Ground-based Starport General Area.

A bustling scene unfolded beside the Silverfrost Empire's mothership.

Hermann stood at the highest point of the maintenance platform, a cup of hot tea in his hand, his mind racing with calculations.

This trip, which safely brought Lin Feng to the capital, will undoubtedly earn him a substantial military reward.

As for the small amount of ore Lin Feng robbed in the underground black market, it would be worth at most tens of millions of star coins.

Even if the Bloodthorn Consortium felt the pinch, they had to swallow their pride and bear the loss for the sake of the Imperial Military.

I was halfway through drinking my tea.

Without warning, darkness descended upon the clear sky overhead.

Boom!

That wasn't thunder.

That was the explosion caused by thousands of high-energy anti-gravity engines forcibly pushing open the atmosphere at low altitude.

Hermann's hand trembled, spilling tea on half of his uniform. He didn't bother to wipe it off, his neck stiffly arching upwards.

The clouds were violently torn apart.

One, two, ten, a hundred.

Within seconds, the sky was filled with interstellar warships painted with blood-red thorns.

Three thousand private warships formed a three-tiered, massive circular suppression array, completely obscuring the sky above the starport.

The main gun muzzles on the underside of each warship lit up with a dark red charging glow.

The alarms of the air defense fire control radar were screaming wildly over the Starport.

"What the hell are you doing!"

Herman kicked over the tea table.

"Those mad dogs, the Bloodthorn Clique! How dare they put up this kind of show of force over a starport under Imperial control!"

Just as they were cursing, a governor's personal flying shuttle wobbled and skidded along the ground from the outside.

The shuttle chassis was still smoking when Taylor scrambled out of the hatch.

"Your Excellency Inspector! Help!"

Taylor knelt down directly below the platform and pounded the ground with her hands.

"The Bloodthorn Corporation has gone mad! Morgan had an accident underground, and now Commander Rein has taken over the entire planet's air defense system! I'm just a fifth-class administrative planet; the governor's office's authority is utterly insignificant compared to those at the cosmic level!"

Taylor, with tears streaming down his face, smoothly shifted the blame.

Herman looked down at Taylor, who was wailing below, and then looked up at the thousands of red dots of the main guns aimed at him in the sky. A chill ran down his spine.

Morgan is dead?

When Lin Feng and his adjutant went down, weren't they only going to take thirty kilograms of purple gold ore?

What heinous crime did they commit to force Rennes to send three thousand warships to block the gate?

The main control terminal on my wrist suddenly emitted a piercing shriek.

Forced entry with the highest external privileges.

The virtual screen was forcibly pushed away in front of Herman.

The scar on Ryan's face runs across his cheekbone and takes up the entire screen.

The oppressive force of the cosmic realm penetrated the scene through the holographic signal.

Dozens of junior maintenance engineers nearby immediately collapsed to the ground, unable to move even their fingers.

Herman.

Ryan's voice boomed into everyone's ears.

"The man who killed Morgan underground and emptied my central treasury was brought down by your men. I'm giving you a choice now."

Raine raised his wrist and turned on the timer.

"Three minutes."

"Strip that man, along with his adjutant who was involved in this matter, naked and send them to the very center of Star Harbor Square."

"Don't mention your identity in the Seventh Fleet. On Gray Crystal Star, the Bloodthorn Conglomerate's cannons are more effective than your epaulets."

"Otherwise, don't blame me for turning hostile!"