Intimidation

BANG!!!

The battle around the wreckage of the merchant spaceship did not last long. As the last lizard pirate was blown apart by the explosion, the originally noisy battlefield fell into dead silence.

The iron guards standing in the middle of the pile of corpses were like black statues, scanning every corner of the scene with sensors to ensure that no one escaped.

All of this was seen by the rats hiding in the wreckage. They felt a deep chill down their spines when they saw this unfamiliar race descending from the sky.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk… Did you see that? Those iron-skinned things are equipped with a personal shield system. The bullets from the lizard heads can't hurt them at all."

"I've never seen anything so terrible…"

In the shadows, a chipmunk holding an iron plate as a cover was analyzing for Ramchi.

"Those should be mechanical species. I think they might be knowledge-managers…"

"But those old-timers never leave their libraries. How could they be in the middle of nowhere?"

Just as the two rats were chattering and discussing, a bolt of lightning suddenly struck the center of the battlefield. The loud sound instantly interrupted their argument.

When they looked at the tragic battlefield again, they saw a delicate figure in the middle of the iron guards. From her physique, she seemed to be a young woman with the characteristics of the Amarian race.

The man was wearing a white mask on his face, but judging from his bare skin, he was probably an organic creature.

Coordinate teleportation?! Seeing this scene, even the experienced and knowledgeable Ramchi was shocked. All the hair on its body couldn't help but stand on end.

It had only seen similar technology a few times in the hands of the mysterious Lost Empire. Combined with those powerful mechanical soldiers, he was very sure that this unfamiliar force was definitely an advanced civilization comparable to those Lost Empires.

The mysterious person was Xue Feng. After a while, she slowly approached the spaceship.

"My master requests a dialogue with the delegates present."

Xue Feng's tone was very calm, and no one could hear any emotional fluctuations.

But her words made things difficult for Ramchi, who was in the wreckage.

Such a powerful existence actually took the initiative to talk to a merchant like him? This sounded a little confusing.

After waiting for a long time, other than the occasional whispers from the shadows, no one in the spaceship responded.

After a moment of silence, the iron guards behind Xue Feng raised their bomb guns and aimed at the wreckage of the spaceship in front of them. Even the ion cannons on their shoulders began to charge.

"My master is a peace-loving and loving man, but his patience is limited."

One had to admit that this was the best method. Just before the ironmen were about to fire, a scream filled with despair came from the wreckage of the ship's cargo hold.

"Wait! We agree to a dialogue!"

What walked out of the shadows not far away was a rodent with fluffy fur that could walk upright. It reminded Gu Fan, who was sitting in the command room, of the pet jumping rat he had raised.

"My name is Ramchi, the leader of the caravan here. May I know what requests you have…"

The creature that looked like a jumping rat was slightly hunchbacked and looked exceptionally short.

Seeing that the other party's representative had stepped forward, Xue Feng sized him up expressionlessly and nodded silently.

Before Ramchi could react, another burst of light exploded beside the two of them. The two of them, who were wrapped in lightning, quickly disappeared in front of everyone again.

Only the shocked rats were left screaming in the shadows.

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After an unknown period of time…

When Ramchi opened his eyes again, he felt dizzy as if he was drunk.

Imbalance. This was an inevitable side effect when organic organisms underwent teleportation or transition without protection.

Looking at the sudden change in the unfamiliar environment and the familiar symptoms on his body, Ramchi instantly understood the situation in front of him.

He should have been sent to the Boss of that unfamiliar faction.

Looking around, it seemed to be an empty hall.

As far as the eye could see, the walls and ceiling were shining with an obsidian-like color, and some kind of strange energy was filling them.

As he kept looking around, a familiar desolate planet appeared in his field of vision.

That was one of the residences of the Piras people, and also the place where the Horned Rat had just fallen.

It looked like he was in one of those iron-like spaceships.

At this moment, a familiar voice suddenly came from behind.

"I've told you everything I know… Please…"

Unexpectedly, the voice sounded similar to the smelly lizard that attacked the caravan.

Ramchi twitched his ears and turned around. The scene that appeared in front of him made him open his mouth wide.

Koss, the pirate who had once flaunted his prowess in the 7th Star Region, was now being held in the air effortlessly by a tall iron guard with one hand clamped over his head.

One of his arms was missing. He looked like he was half-dead and in a sorry state.

The sight sent a wave of panic through Ramchi.

Just as he was in a daze, a young and steady voice gradually sounded.

"Welcome, Mr. Ramchi."

The speaker was a young man. He was sitting at the conference table on the bridge. The young woman from earlier had appeared behind him.

The other party was also wearing a white mask. It seemed that these mysterious people valued their true identity very much, although this was not a rare situation in business.

As expected, it should be the owner of this place.

Feeling the gaze under the mask, Ramchi's heart was about to jump into his throat.

However, the years of experience he had accumulated from doing business still calmed him down.

"Honorable Sir, what can I do for you?"

As he spoke, his beard trembled, and his two pink claws were tightly held in front of his chest. His slender tail swayed weakly.

"How much do you know about the Observers? I want to know who they are."

Hearing this name, Ramchi could not help but widen his rat eyes.

Was that the only question the other party had?

At this moment, the pirate Koss shouted at the top of his lungs.

"The template was given to me by the Observer! I really don't know—"

"I didn't ask you again."

Koss was interrupted impatiently before he could finish.

It seemed that the person in front of him was serious. After thinking for a moment, Ramchi finally said timidly.

"That's a bunch of strange fellows. No one knows who they are or what they're thinking…"

Hearing this answer, the atmosphere fell silent for a moment.

Ramchi could feel that the other party was very disappointed, as if he was not satisfied with his answer.

Oh no…

Just as he thought he was going to end up like Koss…

"I got it."

Then, he turned to look at the pirate who was about to die and said calmly.

"Looks like you didn't lie to me."

As he spoke, the man raised his hand. Just as Ramchi thought that the other party was going to let Koss off.

"Mr. Ramchi, as compensation for the damage caused to your ship, Mr. Koss promised me that he would compensate you accordingly."

These words attracted Ramchi's attention. However, in the next second, under his extremely terrified gaze.

With the sound of bones shattering, Koss's head was crushed by the mechanical iron claws before he could even let out a wail. Red and white liquid dripped onto the obsidian-like ground and gradually seeped into it.

A moment later, the other party's concerned voice came from the side.

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'Mr. Ramchi, I wonder if you are satisfied with such compensation.'