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Chapter 921
chapter 0380 part 3
As Yondu spoke, he blew a whistle, and a red light circled around Kaimi nimbly, scaring him into trembling.
It wasn't that Kaimi hadn't seen Yondu's indestructible Yaka Arrow. During his time on Fallen Star, he had personally witnessed many troublesome Space Pirates and Marauders die under this Yaka Arrow. But he never expected that one day, he would be pointed at by the Yaka Arrow.
Under Yondu's control, he could even feel the cold sensation of the Yaka Arrow's arrowhead grazing his body. He, who had always boasted of being a tough guy in front of his secretary, trembled uncontrollably.
"I won't trouble you. After all, he's my own nephew!"
Under Kaimi's tearful and grateful gaze, Elder Mandel shook his fat body and rose from the lounge chair. He walked over to Kaimi and patted his shoulder.
"Uncle!—"
Kaimi looked up at his uncle, the gratitude on his face not yet faded,
"Don't blame Uncle!"
Elder Mandel put his arm around his neck from behind, gripped his chin, and exerted force. Snap! After a crisp sound of bone breaking, Kaimi fell softly to the ground.
"Someone, clean this up!"
As soon as Elder Mandel finished speaking, a robot walked out from the corner of the office, lifted Kaimi's corpse onto its shoulder, and carried it out.
Watching the old rhino man take out a handkerchief to wipe his palm, the Rocket Raccoon locked in the cage saw the cruel scene that had just occurred and immediately quieted down.
"How should you deal with your people? Do you need help? I can send them back to your homeworld!"
"No need. If you do something wrong, you always have to pay the price. I've already sent Sentinel Robots to handle loose ends!"
Elder Mandel waved his hand and walked to the cage, examining the Rocket Raccoon inside: "So this is the Raccoon the Big Boss specifically asked for. Doesn't look like much?"
Rocket heard Elder Mandel's words and immediately bared his teeth at him: "Hey, listen up, no matter who you guys are, you'd better let me go, or else I, Grandpa Rocket, will definitely not let you off!"
"Quite fierce!" Elder Mandel pulled back his finger, which had almost been bitten, and said to Yondu.
"Of course. I had a lot of trouble catching him. Oh, right, besides us, there seems to be another group of people looking for this little guy! I even had a bout with them and lost two warships and dozens of crew members. You need to reimburse me!"
"I just procured a batch of new Nova Tier 2 warships. I'll give you two!"
"Tier 2? I want two Tier 3 warships!"
Elder Mandel glared at Yondu, who was asking for a huge amount: "Alright, I'll give you two Tier 3 warships, but there's a condition. You have to give me the contribution points for capturing this little guy!"
"Uh!" This time, Yondu wouldn't agree. He chuckled dryly: "Tier 2 is fine, Tier 2 can be used too!"
What a joke, contribution points within the company were so valuable, how could he give them up?
Elder Mandel glanced at him sideways and opened a star map. In the dense star systems, one area was marked in red.
"This is the Star Zone controlled by the Sovereigns. These Sovereigns, although the number of pure-blooded individuals is less than a million, they control one hundred and seventy-two habitable planets, possess over several billion servant armies, tens of thousands of remote-controlled warships, and over a dozen servant army fleets..."
"How about it, do you have confidence in your fleet against the Sovereigns?"
Yondu shrugged: "Don't be kidding. You know the quality of the Marauders and Mercenaries under me. This scale of operation is not something we can handle."
"The total number of warships in the entire East Galaxy Company is no more than three thousand, but the warships that can truly engage in high-intensity combat are no more than a thousand, and they are all active warships you got from the Kree and the Nova Empire! It's not easy to bring them out!"
Elder Mandel looked at Yondu: "Didn't I tell you to modify them?"
"Come on!" Yondu grinned: "No matter how much you modify them, some things can still be seen at a glance. A dozen or a few dozen ships are fine, but if hundreds of active warships are sent out, others who don't know might think that the Kree and the Nova Empire are standing behind us!"
"Then there's no method. We can only wait for the Boss to send someone again. I hope the person the Boss sends this time isn't like the Goddess of Death (Hela) from last time!"
Mentioning Hela, Elder Mandel and Yondu exchanged glances and both shivered. Clearly, Hela's ruthlessness from last time had left a deep impression on them.
"Compared to that Goddess of Death (Hela), I now think how merciful you were to send your nephew on his way. I think compared to his soul falling into her hands, he would rather die by his uncle's hand!"
"Alright," Elder Mandel seemed to not want to continue this topic. He interrupted Yondu: "You mentioned recruiting Marauders, is there any progress?"
"Only a few small groups who couldn't make ends meet chose to join us. You know, Marauders have always liked freedom, and coupled with the fact that the three major empires are fighting fiercely over the territory left by Thanos during this time, Marauders are not short of business!"
Yondu played with the Yaka Arrow in his hand. With each breath, a mist-like white line flowed between his nostrils and the Yaka Arrow.
This was the cultivation method for the Hundred-Step Flying Sword that Yondu had exchanged for contribution points from the Big Boss. It was said that it could allow him and the Yaka Arrow to become one, and when cultivated to a high level, he could control the Yaka Arrow to kill people invisibly with just a will, without needing to blow a whistle.
"Then forget it!" Elder Mandel waved his hand and changed the subject: "There's one more thing. The Boss wants us to investigate an Organization located in the Science Citadel on Wundagore Mountain.
Their Leader's nickname seems to be the High Evolutionary. You've been a Marauder for so long, have you ever dealt with them?"
"High Evolutionary? That name is really lame. I haven't heard of it, but colleagues who hang around Wundagore Mountain should have heard of this Organization. I'll find an acquaintance to ask later!" Yondu controlled the Yaka Arrow in his palm to float up and shook his head.
(end of chapter)
As Yondu spoke, he blew a whistle, and a red light circled around Kaimi nimbly, scaring him into trembling.
It wasn't that Kaimi hadn't seen Yondu's indestructible Yaka Arrow. During his time on Fallen Star, he had personally witnessed many troublesome Space Pirates and Marauders die under this Yaka Arrow. But he never expected that one day, he would be pointed at by the Yaka Arrow.
Under Yondu's control, he could even feel the cold sensation of the Yaka Arrow's arrowhead grazing his body. He, who had always boasted of being a tough guy in front of his secretary, trembled uncontrollably.
"I won't trouble you. After all, he's my own nephew!"
Under Kaimi's tearful and grateful gaze, Elder Mandel shook his fat body and rose from the lounge chair. He walked over to Kaimi and patted his shoulder.
"Uncle!—"
Kaimi looked up at his uncle, the gratitude on his face not yet faded,
"Don't blame Uncle!"
Elder Mandel put his arm around his neck from behind, gripped his chin, and exerted force. Snap! After a crisp sound of bone breaking, Kaimi fell softly to the ground.
"Someone, clean this up!"
As soon as Elder Mandel finished speaking, a robot walked out from the corner of the office, lifted Kaimi's corpse onto its shoulder, and carried it out.
Watching the old rhino man take out a handkerchief to wipe his palm, the Rocket Raccoon locked in the cage saw the cruel scene that had just occurred and immediately quieted down.
"How should you deal with your people? Do you need help? I can send them back to your homeworld!"
"No need. If you do something wrong, you always have to pay the price. I've already sent Sentinel Robots to handle loose ends!"
Elder Mandel waved his hand and walked to the cage, examining the Rocket Raccoon inside: "So this is the Raccoon the Big Boss specifically asked for. Doesn't look like much?"
Rocket heard Elder Mandel's words and immediately bared his teeth at him: "Hey, listen up, no matter who you guys are, you'd better let me go, or else I, Grandpa Rocket, will definitely not let you off!"
"Quite fierce!" Elder Mandel pulled back his finger, which had almost been bitten, and said to Yondu.
"Of course. I had a lot of trouble catching him. Oh, right, besides us, there seems to be another group of people looking for this little guy! I even had a bout with them and lost two warships and dozens of crew members. You need to reimburse me!"
"I just procured a batch of new Nova Tier 2 warships. I'll give you two!"
"Tier 2? I want two Tier 3 warships!"
Elder Mandel glared at Yondu, who was asking for a huge amount: "Alright, I'll give you two Tier 3 warships, but there's a condition. You have to give me the contribution points for capturing this little guy!"
"Uh!" This time, Yondu wouldn't agree. He chuckled dryly: "Tier 2 is fine, Tier 2 can be used too!"
What a joke, contribution points within the company were so valuable, how could he give them up?
Elder Mandel glanced at him sideways and opened a star map. In the dense star systems, one area was marked in red.
"This is the Star Zone controlled by the Sovereigns. These Sovereigns, although the number of pure-blooded individuals is less than a million, they control one hundred and seventy-two habitable planets, possess over several billion servant armies, tens of thousands of remote-controlled warships, and over a dozen servant army fleets..."
"How about it, do you have confidence in your fleet against the Sovereigns?"
Yondu shrugged: "Don't be kidding. You know the quality of the Marauders and Mercenaries under me. This scale of operation is not something we can handle."
"The total number of warships in the entire East Galaxy Company is no more than three thousand, but the warships that can truly engage in high-intensity combat are no more than a thousand, and they are all active warships you got from the Kree and the Nova Empire! It's not easy to bring them out!"
Elder Mandel looked at Yondu: "Didn't I tell you to modify them?"
"Come on!" Yondu grinned: "No matter how much you modify them, some things can still be seen at a glance. A dozen or a few dozen ships are fine, but if hundreds of active warships are sent out, others who don't know might think that the Kree and the Nova Empire are standing behind us!"
"Then there's no method. We can only wait for the Boss to send someone again. I hope the person the Boss sends this time isn't like the Goddess of Death (Hela) from last time!"
Mentioning Hela, Elder Mandel and Yondu exchanged glances and both shivered. Clearly, Hela's ruthlessness from last time had left a deep impression on them.
"Compared to that Goddess of Death (Hela), I now think how merciful you were to send your nephew on his way. I think compared to his soul falling into her hands, he would rather die by his uncle's hand!"
"Alright," Elder Mandel seemed to not want to continue this topic. He interrupted Yondu: "You mentioned recruiting Marauders, is there any progress?"
"Only a few small groups who couldn't make ends meet chose to join us. You know, Marauders have always liked freedom, and coupled with the fact that the three major empires are fighting fiercely over the territory left by Thanos during this time, Marauders are not short of business!"
Yondu played with the Yaka Arrow in his hand. With each breath, a mist-like white line flowed between his nostrils and the Yaka Arrow.
This was the cultivation method for the Hundred-Step Flying Sword that Yondu had exchanged for contribution points from the Big Boss. It was said that it could allow him and the Yaka Arrow to become one, and when cultivated to a high level, he could control the Yaka Arrow to kill people invisibly with just a will, without needing to blow a whistle.
"Then forget it!" Elder Mandel waved his hand and changed the subject: "There's one more thing. The Boss wants us to investigate an Organization located in the Science Citadel on Wundagore Mountain.
Their Leader's nickname seems to be the High Evolutionary. You've been a Marauder for so long, have you ever dealt with them?"
"High Evolutionary? That name is really lame. I haven't heard of it, but colleagues who hang around Wundagore Mountain should have heard of this Organization. I'll find an acquaintance to ask later!" Yondu controlled the Yaka Arrow in his palm to float up and shook his head.
(end of chapter)
