Poverty makes me capable of anything.

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During this time, An Ran did some investigation and finally figured out why Godwin was targeting her.

This little grudge actually dates back to that time in 1886.

Anran never expected that Godwin was the grandfather of the "alien" who stole the position of leader of Morning Star. She was glad that she hadn't been exposed at the time, otherwise she would have been finished.

"As expected, everyone has a powerful backer except me."

After muttering something under her breath, An Ran looked up and said, "It's time to settle this once and for all, and also to help Heloise get her revenge."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Heloise bowed in gratitude, but her face showed no sign of excitement.

It was this composure that made Juliana feel increasingly uncomfortable.

She wanted to be as composed as Heloise, and as carefree as An Qianqian, but she couldn't!

In the end, it was really of no use!

Before setting off, Anran glanced back at Juliana, seemingly lost in thought.

……

Inside the space station near the planet Coret.

"General!"

"It's alright, you guys go about your business."

Godwin waved his hand and walked over to one of the communication devices on his own.

The staff members nodded with serious expressions.

They were all trained assassins by Godwin, and their loyalty to Godwin was beyond doubt.

Godwin performed a series of face-changing tricks in front of the communication device. Five minutes later, the two sides finally reached an agreement. Godwin crossed his arms and quietly closed his eyes to rest in his seat.

The message to begin the operation has been sent out; now he just needs to wait here for the show to start.

Once the explosion ignited the heated atmosphere on Planet Coret, leading the meeting to an irreconcilable conflict, even if many criticized his "reckless act," they would have to accept the reality.

and……

If Night Owl wants to retain the strength to fight, he can't be harmed; he has to be kept in a state of peace.

Even if he is ultimately defeated, Godwin can escape to the Covenant; he has already prepared a way out.

If all escape routes are blocked, then death is the only outcome.

Even the ruler of a star field cannot live forever, let alone him now.

"Soon, soon. You want peace talks? No way!" Godwin's lips curled into a cruel smile.

"Boom boom boom——"

Just then, there was a knock on the door to Godwin's right.

He suddenly opened his eyes, an expression of disbelief on his face.

That's clearly deep space; how could there possibly be anyone there at this time?

"Boom boom boom——"

The knocking continued.

Godwin turned his head with a gloomy face, and what appeared in front of him was An Ran's smiling face.

What is she doing here?

Godwin was terrified; the muscles in his face stiffened as if he had suffered a botched plastic surgery.

With a sharp crack, the "time stop" was lifted. Just as An Ran was about to crawl in through the transparent wall, the assassins roared and charged forward.

"Protect Lord Godwin!"

"Don't even think about harming Lord Godwin in the slightest!"

"Shut up."

An Ran didn't even blink. With a wave of her hand, the angry-faced assassins all knelt down. No matter how much they struggled, they couldn't get up from An Ran's oppressive domain. The last trace of anger in their eyes was the last stubbornness in their hearts.

Godwin stood up.

No matter how resentful he was, he had to admit that none of the Night Owls were a match for An Ran.

A record cannot be faked.

However, the master Godwin was no different from a chick in front of Enron.

He gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice, "Do you intend to break that rule and attack a weakling like me as a grandmaster?"

An Ran casually found a seat and sat down, smiling as she said, "Of course not, how could I do such a tasteless thing? I just hope that others will be like me and not do anything despicable."

“What are you referring to?” Godwin asked.

"You know perfectly well that we can just wait patiently."

Godwin's face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

Looking at An Ran, who seemed to regard this place as his own home, he wished he could rush up and slap her twice across the face.

But he didn't dare. He could only stand there, feeling humiliated, as punishment. After standing there for more than half an hour, he suddenly received a message—

The time-traveling fleet surrounded the small fleet he had summoned!

The man who tried to plant the bomb was caught by the stranger!

"I……"

The word "stranger" kept swirling in Godwin's mind. He suddenly felt a sweet taste in his throat, and almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

Although he swallowed the blood, Godwin's flushed face betrayed his abnormality.

Septicemia

An Ran glanced at the increasingly bright red debuff above Godwin's head.

"It seems you've run out of tricks."

She stood up and walked over to Godwin.

"It's time to settle our score once and for all."

With a flick of his right hand through the air, as if playing cards, a row of photographs appeared in front of Godwin.

"Choose one of these five as your opponent. If you survive, I'll let you go."

Is there such a good thing?

Godwin was taken aback.

He quickly turned his head to look at the first photo.

Boom!

Upon seeing Anran's scissor-hand gesture, Godwin's brain exploded.

I choose fuck!

Then there's the second photo, showing Ella forcefully pressing Faulkner back down.

Godwin's legs went weak.

The third photo shows the panda, whose shot rendered the Zerg Queen helpless.

"puff--"

Godwin quickly covered his mouth, but blood still seeped out from between his fingers.

He paused for a moment, then his eyes snapped open. He wiped his lips with his sleeve and said stiffly, "It seems you're deliberately trying to kill me!"

"And what do you think?" An Ran looked at Godwin with a half-smile. "Anyway, you won't live much longer, so why not think of a memorable way to die?"

Godwin shouted, "I am the Night Owl's admiral! Do you know the consequences of killing me at this crucial moment in the talks? Are you trying to sabotage the negotiations?!"

There will be no consequences.

An Ran shrugged and sneered, "Even if I kill you myself, there won't be any consequences. Do you think Night Owl would dare to offend me for you? Don't even mention Night Owl, ask the Star Alliance if they dare. I'm not going to play any games with you. No matter how much grand principles you preach, they can't compare to my strength that can crush you."

Every word was like a knife to the heart, leaving Godwin completely breathless.

"Come on, pick one."

Godwin's breathing was heavy, his fists clenched and unclenched, and finally he sighed and looked at the fourth photograph.

The person in this photo finally stopped putting so much pressure on him.

Juliana, Grandmaster.

The fifth photo is of someone Godwin doesn't recognize. Since En joined the timeline relatively late, it's normal that Godwin didn't pay attention to him.

"Pick me! I'm the weakest one among these people!"

On the distant spaceship, Juliana watched this scene with bated breath.

She genuinely wanted to do something for An Ran.

But Godwin still turned his attention to Enye. Since he was placed last, it meant that in Anran's mind, he should be the weakest one.

"Well, have you made your choice?" An Ran asked with a smile.

Godwin pointed with his right hand.

"It's him!"

Eun-ye's photo was instantly zoomed in.

Juliana's face turned ashen.

"Are you sure?" An Ran asked back.

"I'm very sure."

"Well then, congratulations! You've drawn a half-step Grandmaster!"