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Some of the senior executives in the Market Development Department may not be as good as the ten core members of the Stone Heart Foundation, but they are not far behind.

With the assistance of other means, some cadres can be completely comparable to them, and even surpass them in terms of overall strength, which includes technological creations, such as the star destroyer fleet under their command.

"Just doing my part as a host... What kind of ability is this? It's so dazzling! Like a super bright light bulb."

Bryce's figure appeared and disappeared in the intense silver light, his outline becoming blurred and dangerous, like a sharp silver knife with its blade resting in front of his eyes, causing Qiong to subconsciously squint.

"To be honest, it's kind of cool, buddy!"

"If you were younger, you might have been included in the gacha pool. No, wait, there seem to be some older male characters in the gacha pool, like Galahad. Still no, let me think... I think it was mentioned in fan creations. That guy's character is supposed to be only 13 years old."

"Hey buddy, could you turn the brightness down to the lowest setting?"

With her slightly American speaking style, and now dressed in a red and blue bodysuit, Qiong is the perfect cosplayer for the super annoying Spider-Man.

Aside from Bryce, no one in the palace paid any attention to words like "card pool" in the conversation. It was normal for Starry Sky to be acting strangely and say things that were not meaningful.

If you think seriously, you have to adjust your mindset to be as beautiful as theirs, then you've already lost.

"Is Brother Qiong feeling unwell?"

Seeing Qiong raise his head to shield his eyes, Yue'er asked with concern, and then she lightly raised her slender fingers and snapped them.

A thin layer of icy mist filled the palace, and the tiny ice crystal particles sliced ​​the silver light emitted by Bryce into countless fragments of light, disintegrating it.

The ice crystals did not disappear; instead, they formed a curved light refraction film.

An ominous premonition spread through Bryce's mind.

Thousands of silver rays were repeatedly refracted and changed direction by this membrane, eventually converging into a dazzling beam of light.

Six phases of ice condensed into a mirror. The mirror surface was crystal clear but not smooth, with uneven undulations, which compressed the originally gathered dazzling beams of light into the front.

The principle is similar to using a magnifying glass to focus sunlight and roast ants.

Bryce's pupils suddenly contracted. At the critical moment, his combat instincts, which had never been neglected, issued a sharp alarm—he forcibly cut off the surging imaginary energy within his body.

Disregarding his appearance, he instinctively rolled to the side, the beam of light grazing his shoulder and tearing a hole in his silver clothes like a sharp sword.

The glass behind him appeared undamaged, but upon closer inspection, one could see a hole less than a centimeter in diameter with perfectly smooth edges inside, indicating that the substance inside had vaporized.

Caught a glimpse of the small hole, and outside the glass, in the blue sky, the clouds slowly parted to the left and right in the wind, cold sweat trickled down Bryce's forehead.

"It can actually refract my light..."

That's not ordinary ice!

Bryce got up from the ground, trying his best not to make a fool of himself.

But this simple gesture made him realize the gap between himself and the cute girl in front of him.

And the terror of nearly suffering a devastating blow, the humiliation of being humiliated by this weak civilization—Bryce felt a surge of anger rising in his chest, but he controlled his emotions.

Is this why that young woman in the strategic investment department gave up on the Yalilo project?

"It seems you are all determined to challenge the company's authority."

Bryce said coldly:

"Hijacking a company-owned starship, illegally detaining employees and guards, and even daring to lay a hand on senior officers... Do you all know the consequences of doing this?"

The moon was tiptoeing barefoot, rubbing her brother Qiong's eyes, when she heard this, she tilted her head:

"The consequences? Yue'er doesn't know."

"Mr. Bryce, stop with the nonsense and just sign this debt agreement. That will finish your job in Ariello."

The re-edited combination by Qiong includes Yali Luo's admission that he has agreed to repay the 648 trillion debt and demand a trillion of trillions of asset maintenance costs from the company.

"Hurry up and contact the company to transfer the money, along with the compensation for the reckless attack on our satellite. Transfer them all at once."

"I admit, Miss Yue'er is indeed very strong."

Bryce frowned.

"But do you all believe that Miss Yue'er alone can stand against the company?"

Approaching the mysterious being who commands the envoy.

Bryce had never heard of the other party's intelligence, and he had no information whatsoever when he investigated Ariello's background.

If he had known in advance, he would have been a little more tactful, giving her some face and making more thorough preparations.

But now, it's no longer a problem with how he executes projects.

This group of people weren't joking; they actually wanted to collect debts from the company.

"Knowing the civilization that last provoked the company, their homeworld is now the most dazzling diamond in the Seventh Mining Sector—literally."

This girl isn't the real messenger after all!

Even a true envoy who challenges the company's authority will be met with a response. It's not like the company hasn't fought against the Annihilation Lord who leads the antimatter legion before.

"So what? You're going to give us that diamond as compensation? How many credits is that planet worth?"

Qiong seemed to completely misunderstand the obviously threatening words.

"……Oh."

Bryce chuckled: "Very good!"

The nature of this matter had already changed when the employees of Moonfrozen Company and the starship were involved. Although Bryce was the one who launched the attack on the Fourth Divine Key, this was the ruthless style that the Market Development Department had always been known for.

He originally intended to fake an accident, but he didn't expect that a civilization like Belloberg, which couldn't even leave the planet, would be so tough and launch a counterattack without saying a word!

The conflict has already occurred, the company's authority has been challenged, and there is little room for negotiation.

Besides, the other side has no intention of negotiating, yet they're dreaming of demanding money from the company—they're simply courting death!

Bryce glanced tentatively at Yue'er, who was putting a butterfly on the gray-haired girl.

Are you really going to let yourself report it?

He glanced at the sky again, where the gray-haired youth was sitting with his legs crossed, giving off an air of "Don't even think about leaving today if you can't come up with compensation and maintenance fees!"

Given this situation, there is no need to hesitate.

To protect the interests of Interstellar Peace Corporation, Belloberg must be sanctioned!

With this thought in mind, Bryce took out his communication terminal and contacted his boss, Oswaldo, the head of the market development department.

"Qiong, is this really okay?"

Bronya was a little nervous.

She has a cell phone and can see the Milky Way with her eyes open, so she knows how enormous the Interstellar Peace Corporation is.

It's no exaggeration to say that without Qiong and Yue'er's help, the company could crush Belloberg with a flick of its finger.

Normally, the company wouldn't do this.

After all, a company isn't a robber. Look, the word 'peace' is in its full name, so at least it has a civilized facade. They only know how to use various means of coercion and enticement.

When direct conflict broke out, Bronya couldn't think of a way to resist.

Even if she once defeated her mother... the power of the Mother of Desire and Yue'er are no match for the company, right?

"Peace of mind."

Qiong held Rand Duck's little hand.

"Paying back debts is a matter of course. I'm taking this money today, and even Louis Fleming couldn't stop me, that's my word!"

Toppa, who was watching the situation live via video in the next conference room, twitched slightly when he heard Qiong's words. He turned his gaze from Bryce, who was talking to Oswaldo, to Gray Hair.

Louis Fleming, the founder of Star Peace Corporation, was one of only two life directors who remained steadfastly on the board of directors of 14,600 sessions!

Who gave Qiong such courage?

Is it the Star God of Pleasure?

Not to mention Estádio, even her family wouldn't dare say that.

Actually, two days ago, after discussing with Qiong, Topa manipulated Qiong's intelligence in order to help the people in the market development department get into the pit smoothly.

It's nothing major; it's just about covering up the patent and concealing his relationship with Estádio.

Although the market development department might not give face to a junior like Estella, seeing that Sora is related to Estella might lead them to investigate further and potentially uncover more information.

After concealing her identity, Qiong became just an ordinary, nameless person with a few connections.

But if it really comes to a direct conflict with the company, Estella can't help Sora.

Ms. Heita and Ms. Nguyen Mai?

These two are indeed qualified. To this day, Toppa still doesn't know what the relationship is between the two geniuses and Qiong.

But would those two really stand against the company for the sake of Sora?

Topa stared at the holographic video, frowning in thought. She let out a long sigh, her expression a mixture of excitement and trepidation.

"It's been a long time since I've played this big."

PS:

Chapter 466 Why does this rabbit's face look so familiar?

The Interstellar Peace Corporation was founded eight hundred years before the Amber Age.

A group of sycophants observed a majestic and imposing deity meticulously dusting a statue, much like the passersby in Type-Moon who were all captivated by the figure when they saw the coyote jumping high.

A group of sycophants immediately split into two factions. One faction thought: Wow, a god is beating ashes, so we should beat ashes too!

—Don't worry about the cause-and-effect relationship or logic; a simp doesn't need that.

This faction immediately donned safety helmets and joined the party, then began wasting precious material resources on their respective planets to create useless things.

The other side had a similar idea: we should help the gods burn ashes!

This group of people started using all sorts of unique methods to collect various materials for beating dust, all in an effort to win the goddess's favor.

They began using the silver tracks pioneered by the Ghostfire Boys to transport materials from all over the world to planets near the gods, while also doing some small business along the way.

Bringing a specialty product from one world to another, the price depends entirely on how much hype you can generate.

Even if the sycophant makes money, he won't spend it on himself. Instead, he'll still buy materials for his goddess to use. Although the goddess has never used the gifts, she has gained some recognition from her followers, who are then given a few command tokens.

In short, it eventually developed into a global, monopolistic giant conglomerate, the number one conglomerate in the universe.

Since its independence, the Market Development Department has expanded the market by any means necessary, including various methods.

Rapid expansion has not been without its setbacks.

For example, conflicts with various forces, border trade wars, and several imperial wars...

But what level of existence are those? Now, a small civilization that has just climbed out of the abyss, and an unknown guest who thinks he has some connections, wants to block the company's progress and even challenge the company's authority?

Is the company demanding payment from the debtor?

Oswaldo's tapping on the desk suddenly stopped. He slowly took off his gold-rimmed glasses, and the images of Qiong and Yue'er in the holographic projection were reflected on the lenses.

When he heard the gray-haired youth say, "The debt is due today, and even Louis Fleming can't stop me, I said it!", his lips twitched nervously twice, then he suddenly let out a short "ha" sound, like a gun jammed.

"Interesting~"

Oswaldo's touch in wiping the lenses with a handkerchief was eerily gentle, casting flickering shadows on his face through the projection screen.

“Bryce, tell those two arrogant friends of mine—”

He put on his clean glasses and tucked the handkerchief into his suit pocket with his fingertips.

“This project has been added to the company’s list of debts subject to enforcement. I have adjusted the enforcement sequence: asset valuation of Planet Yalilo, debt liquidation, to be executed immediately.”

The black heels tapped on the ground, past the thirty-meter-high curved observation deck, the vast, cold nebula reflected on his profile:

"Execution code—"

The corridor's sensor doors opened one by one with his steps, the metallic clanging of the gates like the grinding of a giant beast's teeth, as Oswald boarded the Enterprise-class starship "Amber Guardian".

“Tell them.”

Oswaldo stood at the top of the gangway, looking down, his silhouette elongated by the lights.