Chapter 53: Meeting, Section 4

That Nomian man was dragged out by a group of fierce Blood Wolf warriors. His once gentlemanly demeanor had turned into screams of terror. Yet Sulei didn’t even lift her head.
Because she knew this really wasn’t anything significant.
The Blood Wolf warriors were created by Hei Fa himself, so whether it was large combat mechs or individual armors, they were all extremely formidable. Standing in front of those Nomians, although the Blood Wolf warriors weren’t particularly tall, their fully armored gear was enough to intimidate anyone. To this day, the number of alien races on Death Star had increased unbeknownst to many, but no one ever dared to provoke them.
Rules had to be enforced by force—that was Hei Fa’s creed, and it was thoroughly implemented. Under his rule, Death Star could serve as a shelter for alien races, but those who came here had to abide by the rules. Otherwise, the Blood Wolf warriors wouldn’t hesitate to shed more alien blood.
Of course, as Sulei thought, this was just a minor incident. So that fake gentleman among the Nomians wouldn’t face severe punishment—at most, he’d be beaten up and thrown into a dark cell. Tomorrow morning, their leader would surely come to take him back. As for how much that leader would have to pay for it, that was the concern of lower-ranking officials. Sulei wouldn’t waste time on such matters.
It was a shame that such a nice atmosphere for reminiscing was ruined by this ignorant brute. Seeing the terrified looks of the remaining Nomians, Sulei felt no joy at all. She casually waved her hand, and that obedient servant reappeared beside her like a ghost.
Throwing a few coins over, Sulei’s expression remained unchanged. “Those people’s expenses are on me.”
“Please, you’re too kind,” the servant said respectfully, bending down and properly pulling up a chair for her. Though he was a lowly servant, he was more graceful than many nobles who frequented high-end places—clearly, he had received strict training.
“Has there been any special news lately?” Sulei asked casually as she stood up.
Hearing this, a glint suddenly appeared in the servant’s eyes. Still keeping his head lowered, he took a slight step closer to her.
“Mostly normal. But those Nomians you just scolded seem to be causing some trouble.”
“Oh?” Sulei raised her head and glanced subtly at those burly Nomians. “How so?”

“The Nomis are very wealthy. And as an alien race, they’re clearly excellent fighters. They didn’t come to Death Star seeking refuge. I overheard them talking once; they have their own fleet. This time, they seem interested in the numerous other alien races on Death Star. I’ve also learned that the Nomis are quite famous among alien races—said to be a domineering race that makes a living by raiding other alien races. Their behavior is quite similar to pirates.”
The waiter’s voice was very soft, audible only to Sulei, who was right beside him. So after hearing his explanation, Sulei didn’t react much, merely saying “Oh” lightly.
“Do you know their exact purpose for coming to Death Star this time?”
“I’m not sure,” the waiter replied in a low voice, looking down.
“Understood. Good work,” Sulei said with a slight smile, handing him another crystal coin. “This is for you.”
“Thank you, Miss Sulei,” the waiter said respectfully before quickly retreating.
“Hunting?” Sulei stared quietly at the Nomis, who were still bowing repeatedly to the Blood Wolf warriors in the distance. Her face remained expressionless, as if she were watching a group of fools.
Death Star had indeed been too peaceful for too long. So long that many alien races had forgotten the might of the Blood Wolves. Under their protection, they dreamed of becoming the masters. It had to be said that there were still many such alien races.
Sulei knew that alien races were also intelligent beings, and any intelligent being had their own ideas. Death Star did provide shelter for many alien races seeking a peaceful life, but it also angered some radical ones. Like these Nomis—they existed solely for hunting. Their way of life was built on the suffering of other alien races. And that’s why Death Star stood in their way.
These people must be just a vanguard. There will surely be more in the future. Seeing that her Blood Wolf warriors had already broken through the Nomis’ blockade, Sulei’s gaze grew increasingly cold.
It seemed it was time for a purge.
Returning to her office, Sulei immediately summoned the Blood Wolf officer in charge of planetary defense—a very cold young man. When he entered her room, she didn’t waste time with pleasantries and simply threw a document on the table at him.
“This is Death Star’s recent security assessment and intelligence. I want to know your opinion.”
“Thwack!” The report was caught in a large hand mid-air. The young man flipped through it casually before looking up, his stern face expressionless.

“These reports. I have one on my desk too.”
“Hmm. That’s even better. It seems you haven’t neglected your intelligence work. In that case, just tell me how to resolve this. During the time Blackhair is away, I don’t want to see any unruly elements. Blackhair will be displeased.” Sulei nodded quietly; her beautiful and adorable face now carried a hint of murderous intent.
It’s no wonder—after all, Blackhair is such an authoritarian figure. Spending so much time with him even changes a cute girl like Sulei. As a housekeeper, Sulei knew all too well that things couldn’t be handled merely by managing internal affairs. More often, iron-fisted measures were needed.
“A solution has been devised. However, we need your authorization.” The young officer wasn’t surprised by Sulei’s change and replied expressionlessly. But his words stunned her.
“What authorization? Didn’t Blackhair give you full authority before he left? You can make decisions regarding military matters.”
“Yes, Miss Sulei.” The young officer nodded slightly. “But that’s only limited to maintaining order within the planet. I can deploy five hundred combat mechs and three warships. In case of invasion, I can also use any remaining forces.”
“Isn’t that enough?” Sulei raised an eyebrow, showing a cute puzzled expression.
“Indeed, it’s not enough.” The young officer gently closed the report in his hand and met her gaze. “I need more authority—to declare war directly, mobilize all ships and combat forces, even including reserve troops.”
“You’re saying…” Hearing this reply, Sulei was shocked. She was stunned.
It must be said, the young officer’s words already gave rise to ominous thoughts. The power to declare war directly, along with the authority to mobilize reserve troops—such strength was enough to spark a rebellion. And before Blackhair returned, that rebellion would surely succeed.
But Sulei didn’t think so, because the situation on Death Star was somewhat special. The authority over key departments was in the hands of a few crucial individuals. So even under normal circumstances, these people held terrifying power. Take this young officer, for example—if he wanted to rebel, he wouldn’t need more authority at all; the power he already had was sufficient. Without their protection, Death Star was essentially an unguarded target.

“I just want to make sure it’s thorough.” Seizing Sulei’s shock, the young officer spoke quietly.
“The lord taught us that to beat a dog, we must hurt it enough so it won’t dare bite again. So if we have to take action, Miss Sulei, I hope to launch a localized war to destroy their stronghold outright. Erase them from the universe. Only then will those other restless aliens realize who the real masters are.”
Shock…
Sulei’s mouth fell open.
Though she had long known about the tyranny of the Black-Haired man’s subordinates, hearing this cruel suggestion firsthand still terrified her. After all, she was just an eighteen-year-old girl. How could she compare in ferocity to those trained by the Black-Haired man? The reputation of the Blood Wolves spreading far and wide was built on blood and bones! The young officer’s suggestion even made Sulei envision a battlefield soaked in blood—agonizing screams, blood and fire intertwined, like a nightmare.
Swallowing hard, Sulei tried to calm herself. On the surface, nothing changed; she spoke as if nothing had happened.
“Isn’t this a bit extreme? After all, those aliens haven’t taken action yet. If we do this, it won’t leave a good impression on the others and could easily affect the development of Death Star.”
“I understand,” the young officer nodded. “That’s why I only need authorization now, not immediate action. Please rest assured, Miss Sulei. Those aliens you’ve shown me are already under close watch. We know every move they make, including today’s unpleasant incident. So there’s no need to worry about losing control. We’ll arrange enough opportunities for them to strike first.”
“Let them strike first? And then…?”
“After that, it’s our turn, Miss Sulei,” the young officer replied calmly, though a bloodthirsty smile suddenly appeared at the corners of his lips.
“Then let’s go with that.” Seeing that smile, Sulei suddenly felt all her strength leave her as she slumped back in her seat. “From now on, you have all the authorization you want.”
“Understood. I’ll take care of everything. Please rest well.” The young officer gave a crisp salute and left the room.
Behind him, Sulei stared blankly at the ceiling.
“Black-Haired… where on earth are you…”