Chapter 51: The Late Viscount, Part 2

The primitive force armor with its open chest resembled a shell in appearance. It wasn’t particularly large, but just big enough to fit a person inside—like a set of clothing. Blood Pupil and the others were stunned. They had never imagined that these terrifying mechs would look like this. Could it be that the ones they had been fearing all along were just puppets without operators?
What kind of thing was this?
Immediately, many Blood Wolf warriors turned red with shame. It wasn’t that they were overly sensitive; it was just that this situation was quite unexpected. After all, during the earlier confrontation, they had already regarded these mysterious mechs as formidable enemies, which was why they had been so tense. They thought these machines, even if lacking skilled operators, would at least be super-grade intelligent weapons. But to their surprise, they turned out to be nothing but empty shells. Such a drastic change naturally left them feeling ashamed.
It was as if they had been hunting geese all day only to have their eyes blinded by them. Staring at those empty puppets, Blood Pupil and the others were speechless. Their expressions were vivid as they exchanged glances, each wearing a bitter smile.
However, Black Hair’s next words stirred their hearts.
“Don’t underestimate what’s in front of you. In fact, even in this state, any one of them could throw all of you here.”
What? Could there be some hidden secret inside these empty shells?
Hearing Black Hair’s seemingly casual remark, Blood Pupil and the others immediately had a big question mark in their minds. Just as they were about to ask further, they saw Black Hair suddenly stretch and fly straight into the sky.
Was he just leaving without a care?
Left behind, Blood Pupil and the others looked at each other, eventually shaking their heads helplessly before following Black Hair’s lead. They didn’t even glance back at those primitive force armor units still kneeling on the ground with their chests open.
As the armed forces of Death Star, the Blood Wolves naturally had complete methods for post-battle recovery. The thousands of engineering mechs that came with the fleet were not just for show—they would surely sort out everything here. But as for that relic, no one would dare touch it. Once Black Hair spoke, it became an iron rule.

Back on the warship, Blood Eyes and the others finally released OldBuick. Perhaps due to being confined for so long, the man in his fifties was pale when he came out, but he was in good spirits. He had witnessed almost everything that had happened, so he knew exactly what to do. Facing Black Hair’s lazy smile, the old man without hesitation took out a communicator from his bosom.
“Give me some time. I’ll give instructions and then follow you. I still have hundreds of kids relying on me for food. If I just leave like this, they’ll go hungry.”
Truly loyal. Seeing OldBuick’s calm expression, Black Hair couldn’t help but laugh silently. He waved his hand.
“If someone else saw your expression, they’d think you were heading to the execution ground. Old man, there’s no need to be so nervous. Do you think I’m going to rob you of your wealth?”
“My meager wealth isn’t even enough to fill your pockets.” After seeing Black Hair’s massive warship, OldBuick had come to see things more clearly. He grinned widely.
“But since you want to take me to your master, things will be uncertain from now on. It doesn’t matter if I die, but I can’t let my kids starve. I need to arrange everything clearly before leaving to feel at ease.”
Master?
Hearing OldBuick’s reply, everyone in the cabin laughed. Those who could board a virtual puppet warship were elites among the Blood Wolves, seasoned veterans who had fought alongside Black Hair. After all this time, who had ever heard that Black Hair had a master? Was this old man crazy? Did he not know what the human world was like now? The Wolf King of the Blood Wolves—just one word from him would make even Marshal Wick of the interstellar fleet show respect. Though the universe was vast, the reputation of the Blood Wolves was well-known. Any faction that heard of them would tremble. And this old man wanted to meet their master?
It was really…
Suddenly, the cabin was filled with laughter. Everyone was amused by OldBuick’s words. Even Black Hair could hardly hold back his laughter. He shrugged helplessly.
“Old man, we’ve known each other for so long. I don’t think I’ve ever said I have a master.”
“No master? Then where did you get all this weapons from? Black Hair, stop teasing an old man like this.” OldBuick shook his head in disbelief, looking as if he knew exactly who Black Hair was, and spoke outright.

“Well, since you don’t want to talk about it, never mind. Anyway, you brought me here out of kindness, so I won’t say anything more. After living on Death Star for so many years, the old man has learned to let go. Without strength, nothing matters—anyone can crush you. I’ve lived long enough, but my subordinates haven’t. Blackhair, if you’ll do the old man a favor, don’t let them suffer just because you want to be comfortable.”

As he spoke, OldBuick looked serious, a stark contrast to his usual kind demeanor. Everyone around him was also stunned, and the laughter vanished instantly. The way they looked at OldBuick changed as well.

What a loyal old man.

In the silent cabin, everything fell dead silent in an instant. Everyone was shocked by OldBuick’s words. Their astonished gazes were as if they were looking at a monster—a monster who, though old, still had a passionate heart.

In such silence, it was hard to tell how much time passed until suddenly, with a chuckle, Bloodpupil smiled.

“Head, stop teasing OldBuick. This isn’t good for you.”

“Yes, yes. That’s enough. OldBuick has a great character. I like him,” Baroka said, stopping his task of cleaning his gun and speaking seriously.

Only Blackhair showed a bitter smile at this moment, spreading his hands in frustration. “I really haven’t done anything. I just wanted to take Dad back to live a comfortable life. Is there really a need to be so tense?”

Hearing this reply, everyone exchanged glances. They then realized that although Blackhair had slightly hidden some things from OldBuick, he hadn’t lied at all. It was all OldBuick’s assumption, turning things into something like going to the execution ground. To blame Blackhair for this would be unfair.

Soon, laughter rang out again. Bloodpupil pulled OldBuick aside at an angle and began a long explanation. Meanwhile, Blackhair smiled and issued a series of orders.

The first was about arranging for OldBuick’s “children.” Death Star might not have much else, but it was rich. This small task was as easy as yawning. Seven hundred sixty-two people had already been added to Blackhair’s relocation list without their knowledge. Early the next morning, a small warship would come specifically to take them away. What awaited them were the abundant, almost overflowing job opportunities on Death Star.

The second order was somewhat surprising. Black Hair issued a conscription order while smiling. He demanded that six thousand soldiers be mobilized from Death Star’s reserve forces within a month and turned them into full-fledged troops. All of them were to be equipped with the second-generation Death Star mechs—those elite commander models prior to Blood Moon and Sunset. Additionally, thirty Thunderbolt Assault Ships were to be assigned to guard Planet Xek. From that moment on, Planet Xek became Black Hair’s forbidden zone; anyone or any force approaching without his explicit permission must be shot down immediately. There were no exceptions, not even for Marshal Wick’s flagship, which had to obey this order.

Upon hearing this, there was an immediate uproar; everyone was stunned. They never expected Black Hair, after taking such a risky journey, to issue such an inhumane order upon returning.

It should be noted that although the Cosmic Blood Wolves were currently a formidable force, Planet Xek still belonged to someone else. Such actions were practically no different from outright plundering, and moreover, they were carried out with such brutality that even Marshal Wick’s dignity was ignored. Was Black Hair insane? Was it really necessary to go to such extremes over just one planet?

Yet, in response to these questions, Black Hair did not answer. He merely gave a strange smile and confirmed the order would be carried out without any room for discussion. Thus, the Blood Wolf officers who received the orders, despite their doubts, had no choice but to execute them as quickly as possible.

Watching his hurried figure leave, Black Hair said nothing, but a glint appeared in his eyes.

In fact, this was the greatest gain from his mission. If he hadn’t spoken, who would have known that beneath Planet Xek lay China’s last base? As a Chinese, he had the duty—and the obligation—to keep this secret. For that purpose, what did it matter if he offended the local inhabitants? If not for fear of causing excessive disruption, Black Hair would even have wanted to carry out a massacre, wiping out all intelligent life on the planet to ensure safety. The current deployment of troops was already a sign of restraint.

Thinking of this, Black Hair let out a long sigh and turned his gaze outside the window. There, the white clouds were rapidly disappearing, replaced by the vast starry sky. They had already left the atmosphere. Planet Xek shrank rapidly behind the warship and soon vanished without a trace. A bright light flashed ahead as the warship entered hyperspace.

Silence fell over the cabin. Everyone went into the life support pods. In the vast cabin, only Hei Fa was left, sitting alone in the captain’s seat. The instruments around him were quiet, emitting faint glows from time to time. Out of the darkness, sudden wild laughter rang out…