Chapter 33: The Best Enforcer of This Century, Section 7

Be… Baker!? Weren’t he already dead?
That was the last thought that flashed through the strong man’s mind.
Baker wasn’t dead—he had returned.
The news spread like a powerful tornado at the speed of light throughout the space station. By the time Black Hair, led by Little Norby, reached the door of his estate, it was already packed with people. Countless beings of various appearances were shouting loudly. Strange accents and incomprehensible languages filled everyone’s ears.
Despite the chaos, Black Hair could still tell that these people weren’t gathered there to welcome him—they were out of curiosity. They seemed eager to see what kind of person Baker, who had once set the record for ascending to the Level 76 space station and was hailed as a nouveau riche, really was—especially after being rumored to be dead and now returning.
Frowning, Black Hair was unaccustomed to such a scene. At that moment, he was more concerned about his subordinates who remained behind. How had they been all this time? If he heard correctly earlier at the dock, they seemed to have encountered some trouble. Were there any injuries? How serious were they?
These were the questions Black Hair urgently wanted answers to. In comparison, the crowd at the door annoyed him even more.
Seeing Black Hair’s frown, his subordinates behind him immediately understood. Silently, several burly men stepped forward and used their strong bodies to clear a path through the crowd.
But what they didn’t expect was that such a simple and normal task failed. Just as they were about to act, the crowd parted on its own, revealing a wide passage.
A group of people stepped out of it.
Black Hair had excellent eyesight. At a glance, he could tell that this group was completely different from the noisy crowd around them. Aside from their calmness, the most notable thing was their arrogant and superior demeanor. Even in such a chaotic place, they moved with steady confidence, as if they were lords in their own territory.
Because they were Moors.

Black Hair would never forget the distinctive physique of the Moors—those skeletal frames that seemed to be a hallmark of all Moors, whether it was Miss Wei Li or the Moorish fleet commanders he had met, without exception. The group in front of him was no different. There were only about seven or eight of them, like seven or eight telegraph poles, who quickly approached Black Hair. At Black Hair’s instruction, the Blood Wolf pirates beside him did not stop them; instead, they stood with their arms crossed, coldly watching these uninvited guests, their hostility evident in their gazes.

Stop and stand still. The tallest among the group carefully sized up Black Hair for a moment before a faint smile appeared on his gaunt face. He extended a hand.

“Lord Baker? I’m Modo, the governor of Station 763 of the Empire.”

“Hello,” Black Hair replied indifferently, shaking his outstretched hand with a stiff expression. “Pleasure to meet you. But I must remind you—you’re blocking my way home. Right behind you, actually.”

“Oh?” Modo smiled. He raised a hand to silence his attendants’ displeasure, then glanced back at the manor not far away following Black Hair’s finger. He shrugged.

“I’ve long heard that Lord Baker is a quite interesting noble. I used to doubt it, but now I believe it. This manor must be given to you by Miss Wei Li, right?”

“That’s correct,” Black Hair replied coldly, his tone growing increasingly impatient.

In fact, the main reason he returned to the space station this time was because of his subordinates. If not for that, he wouldn’t have come back here at all. Yes, Miss Wei Li did favor him, but so what? The Moors were the greatest threat to human existence and had to be eliminated. Black Hair had no habit of befriending his enemies.

His gaze swept over the governor across from him. Black Hair had already habitually identified several weaknesses in him. If necessary, he could break the other man’s neck in less than a third of a second.

Yet Modo clearly didn’t realize Black Hair’s intentions. Perhaps due to his long tenure in a high position, he had become arrogant, even mistaking Black Hair’s threatening gaze for the wariness of a weakling, which filled him with self-satisfaction.

To be fair, he did have considerable backing—a powerful ally who could shake the Empire of Moors to its core.

The Dark Hand Duke.

The backing behind Moore was none other than the big boss who had been in conflict with the Grand Duke of Tarot. What Black Hair didn’t know was that it was precisely because he failed to complete the task assigned to him by Miss Veri last time and disappeared halfway that the Grand Duke of the Dark Hand seized the opportunity to severely criticize the Grand Duke of Tarot, forcing him to relinquish control of Star Station 763. It was also for this reason that Miss Veri didn’t take Black Hair’s subordinates with her when leaving the station. Perhaps, even up to the moment of departure, her heart was filled with regret and disappointment.

Moore was quite aware of this. That’s why he came here today—to see what kind of person Lord Baker was, someone who had once held Miss Veri’s hopes but ultimately delivered nothing. Now, he was satisfied.

Lifting his chin slightly, Moore tried to maintain the dignity befitting a noble, but his involuntary actions betrayed him. At that moment, his movements carried a hint of contempt.

“I’m sorry, Lord Baker. Although this manor was a gift from Miss Veri to you, according to the empire’s property laws, it has become imperial property since her departure. As the governor of Star Station 763, I am here today to take over. From now on, it is no longer your home. So…”

Moore narrowed his eyes, showing a teasing look. “I don’t think it’s necessary to block your way home at this point. Of course, if you want to take back your belongings, I won’t mind either.”

“What!?” Hearing Moore’s calm reply, Black Hair wasn’t angry yet, but his men behind him couldn’t stand it.

What kind of joke is this? The Blood Wolves had followed Black Hair for so long, enduring all kinds of hardships and dangers—never suffering a loss! Is a governor of a star station that impressive? How dare he speak to their leader like this? Instantly, two burly Blood Wolf pirates, like two meaty mountains, moved toward Moore from either side, their hands clashing together with a cracking sound. Their ferocious smiles made it clear they had ill intentions.

Faced with this situation, Mordo wasn’t surprised at all. He maintained his aloof expression, casting a mocking glance at the Blood Wolf pirates approaching him. He spoke slowly, “I forgot to remind you, Lord Beck. Though you’re a noble, according to the Empire’s laws, you still must obey my orders. In other words, I am now your superior. And rebelling against a superior is a serious crime. Don’t you wish your subordinates had their skin stripped off and thrown into vacuum? I’m sure it must be a beautiful sight.” His tone was casual, but Hei Fa knew it was a form of torture. Once someone’s skin was stripped and they entered vacuum, their blood vessels would burst, and all their blood would be sucked out. What appeared to outsiders was like a blood flower suddenly blooming—beautiful, yet extremely cruel. Yet he paid no attention to such threats at all. He simply waved his hand lightly to stop his subordinates, then slowly raised his head and glanced at Mordo once more before speaking slowly, “Thank you for the reminder, Your Excellency the Governor. Very well. I’ll go get my things now. So please step aside—you’re still blocking my path.” Damn it, it was now Mole’s turn to frown. He really couldn’t understand why, despite such humiliation, Lord Beck still seemed utterly unbothered. The other man’s nonchalance only made him seem more vulgar and aggressive. Oh, damn it. There were tens of thousands of civilians around. These onlookers would love to have more gossip to talk about over tea and meals. Was he going to become their laughingstock? The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. Lost in fury, Mordo no longer cared about even the slightest bit of courtesy. Under everyone’s gaze, instead of stepping aside as Hei Fa suggested, he crossed his arms and stood even more firmly, a hint of undisguised mockery on his gaunt face. “I’m sorry, Lord Beck. I’m the commander of this space station. Everything here is under my control, including this road. I don’t want to leave now. If you insist on passing through, then…” Mordo pointed at his crotch. “Climb over from there.” Immediately, the crowd around them erupted in uproar. Everyone’s face showed excitement. The slightly quiet atmosphere immediately boiled over again. They all wanted to see how Lord Beck, who was once known for his dominance, would handle this situation. At the same time, they eagerly anticipated what was about to happen.

It is said that Lord Beck broke several Captain Moore’s legs on his very first day in office. Oh, Mother Tiya, this is truly exciting. A clear and unmistakable provocation. Will it also turn into an exciting scene, just like last time?
Will it?
Hei Baì himself wasn’t sure. But in the next moment, his right hand, like a venomous snake, sliced through the almost stagnant air between them, appearing above the Governor of Mordor’s throat!!
“Crack…”