Chapter 44: Counterattack, Section 5

“Don’t get too happy just yet. Getting what you want isn’t that simple.”
Just as the old marshal was pleased, Blackhair suddenly spoke these words, leaving him stunned.
“What? You want conditions even after giving me all this?” Frowning, the old marshal was unaccustomed to Blackhair’s tone. But he had dealt with Blackhair for quite some time and knew his personality well, so he didn’t get overly angry—just feeling displeased. Being controlled by others was never comfortable.
Seeing his expression, Blackhair sighed helplessly.
“It’s not really a condition. There’s just one thing I must tell you now. Otherwise, you might blame me.”
“Oh, what is it?” The old marshal raised his eyebrows, sensing something wrong in Blackhair’s tone. His expression darkened instantly.
Sure enough, Blackhair’s next words made his heart pound.
“Do you remember Duke Ziyuan I mentioned to you? The first time I met him, he already knew my true identity.”
“What!?” Marshal Wick’s eyes widened in shock.
“Do you understand now?” Blackhair asked lightly, glancing at him.
“You’re saying there’s a traitor among us?” The old marshal said slowly, his face grim.
“I can’t think of any other reason. The Moors are a different race—their language, writing, and even civilization are completely different from ours. Without a traitor, they couldn’t have gotten my information.” Blackhair met the old marshal’s gaze unflinchingly, his eyes growing colder, sending chills down the old marshal’s spine.
Knowing Blackhair well, he understood this was a sign that Blackhair was about to lose control. With his current power, if Blackhair wanted to eliminate someone in human society, not even the highest authorities could protect them.
Closing his eyes, the old marshal nodded firmly. “I understand. Give me some time.”
“One month. No more.” Blackhair raised one finger. “And it must be dealt with completely. I’m very busy right now and can’t waste much time on this.”
“Alright, one month then. Wait—after a month, I’ll bring that guy to you.” The old marshal was equally decisive, his expression as cold as Blackhair’s, radiating murderous intent. Yet, he still underestimated Blackhair’s ruthlessness.

“Not only him, but everyone who has been in contact with him must be investigated. We can’t overlook any possibility. Next time, I’ll be facing Emperor Moore—I can’t afford to lose. And I don’t need to see him; just deal with him directly.”
His mouth fell open in shock for a moment before the old marshal agreed. “Understood. I’ll give you news in a month.”
“Good,” the dark-haired man nodded in satisfaction. He knew his request was somewhat excessive. Everyone who had been in contact with the traitor had to be dealt with, which was essentially no different from exterminating an entire family. In this world, it was simply insane behavior. If outsiders found out, labels like cold-blooded and butcher would undoubtedly be attached to him.
But he didn’t care. On this trip to the Moor Empire, he had almost failed because of this traitor. Under no circumstances could he let it happen again. He had to do this. Moreover, with a cold smile in his heart, he knew this was also a way to assert his authority.
With a solid base and two fleets from the Moor Empire, his power had reached the pinnacle of human society. The Thirty-One Star Systems were no longer as weak as at the beginning. Now, he wanted to take this opportunity to make everyone realize that his strength was something no one could afford to provoke. Those who dared to threaten him had to be prepared for retaliation.
This way, he could proceed with his next plans with confidence.
After sending Marshal Wick away, and while it was still not too late, the dark-haired man met with the leaders of the alien races on Death Star one after another. He decided to host a grand feast for them that night. In fact, Death Star’s ability to survive and develop rapidly was inseparable from these alien leaders. They could be considered the first inhabitants of Death Star and loyal followers of the dark-haired man. Even if everyone else in the world betrayed him, these aliens would always stand by his side.
This was closely related to the dark-haired man’s policy toward aliens. Before the discovery of the Moor race, humans, driven by the need to expand their territory, had always pursued a policy of exterminating aliens. As a result, the living conditions for aliens were extremely poor. Aside from those tribes still in a primitive stage and unable to leave their planets, most had chosen to leave their homelands and move away from human expansion. Among them, the Thirty-One Star Systems, with its complex environment and rare human presence, was the most favored by aliens.

But everything changed since Hei Fa arrived here. At first, the alien races thought Hei Fa was like other human pioneers, in a state of anxiety. Yet they never expected that Hei Fa was fundamentally different from those human pioneers. Instead of attacking the alien races living in the Thirty-One Star Regions, he actively recruited them. He created planets like Death Star, allowing the alien races to thrive there. The powerful fleets that the alien races once feared now became their protectors. As long as they followed the rules set by Hei Fa, they could live happily in the Thirty-One Star Regions without worrying about any threats.

This was nothing short of a divine gift to the alien races.

With planets like Death Star and the Twins, not only did their living conditions improve dramatically, but they also had places for free trade. Races that previously struggled to reproduce were no longer worried about their young being threatened, and races once impoverished suddenly became wealthy among the alien races thanks to certain specialty products. Life was no longer oppressive, and the entire Thirty-One Star Regions became a paradise for the alien races.

The alien races weren’t fools; many of them possessed higher intelligence and their own civilizations. Of course, they knew who had brought this to them. So Hei Fa’s return was like a grand festival for them. As a result, the number of alien races attending his banquet far exceeded his expectations, reaching an astonishing several hundred.

That night, the grand hall of Yun Ta was resplendent, bustling with activity. Hundreds of alien races of various appearances drank heartily, while beautiful maids moved about continuously, serving delicious food like a stream. Not only the alien races were there—Sulei, who was usually busy with government affairs, and Keko, the richest merchant in the Twins now, also attended. Little Sulei still wore a gorgeous princess dress, shining like a dazzling gem and drawing much attention in the hall, while Keko appeared extremely wealthy, surrounded by several bodyguards, looking very proud.

It wasn’t surprising—after all, he had made significant contributions to the success of Death Star. Thanks to the Twins Commercial Star, Keko had already become the richest man in human society. His business network extended throughout the entire human sphere, covering transportation, resource collection, processing, and production—every corner had his presence. In terms of assets alone, even Hei Fa might not be able to compare to him.

That’s exactly why he couldn’t count how many times he was grateful for his wise choice. Who would have thought that someone like him, a Luo person, could reach such a status? In the past, he had been treated with disdain in transactions, but now his words carried the weight of decree in any business association. Businessmen eager to work with him could line up around the Death Star in two circles.

Such an internal celebration on the Death Star naturally couldn’t do without Black Hair’s presence. So after seeing off Marshal Wick, Black Hair arrived early. Along with Monkey, he became the focus of everyone’s attention. Wherever he went, cheers followed. The alien races expressed themselves in various ways. Just drinking got Black Hair completely drunk.

Sure enough, he was soon grabbed by an octopus-like creature, which forced him to drink several bottles of strong liquor. Damn that guy—Black Hair never imagined that the octopus crew member he had taken to the Death Star last time had now become a new race on the Death Star. And this creature used all its tentacles to drink, each one holding a bottle. It was equivalent to seven or eight others combined. After that, Black Hair almost hid under the table.

“Haha, Head, who would have thought you’d end up like this?” Seeing this, Monkey not only didn’t help but also laughed heartily at Black Hair’s misfortune. Thinking of how Black Hair often made fun of him, he felt a thrill of revenge. It was only a pity that Blood Eyes was still stuck at the 76 Star Station and couldn’t join in to enjoy Black Hair’s embarrassment.

But it turned out that staying silent was better—once he spoke, he became a target for other alien races. An alien the size of a basketball jumped onto his shoulder, insisting on drinking with him. Monkey, thinking it was so small, didn’t care. But in less than five minutes, it hid under the table even faster than Black Hair.

Oh, God. He had no idea that the basketball-sized alien was actually a new race that had arrived on the Death Star, originally from a dry desert. So despite its small size, it had the ability to absorb water—just one small “basketball” could absorb five tons of liquid. Drinking with it was tantamount to seeking death!

And so, drunk after drunk, awake after waking up, Black Hair and Monkey didn’t know how much liquor they had consumed that night. In any case, they were both carried into a room in the end. The entire Death Star was filled with laughter and joy. If it weren’t for Sulei speaking up at the end, it might have turned into a massive celebration across the entire 31st Star Region.

The night was dark, and a gentle breeze created ripples on Mirror Lake. That night, everyone was drunk.