The natives of the Seventh Star Domain were thoroughly convinced.
When they seized territory, they at least left an empty shell behind.
But these followers from the Origin Realm? They didn't leave so much as a damn screw.
Duo Long came running over, his round belly jutting out and sweat covering his forehead.
He held three or four virtual screens, all flashing red.
"Boss, we've got a huge problem!" Duo Long slapped his thigh in frustration. "There's too much stuff!"
Qin Chuan glanced up at the Myriad Treasure Pavilion transport ships hovering overhead.
The cargo doors on those ten-kilometer-long behemoths could barely close.
"Didn't the transport fleet sent by Myriad Treasure Pavilion headquarters claim it could hold half a star system?" Qin Chuan asked.
Duo Long pulled a long face. "Not when your people strip the place bare! Those players are stuffing even scrap gun barrels and broken array foundations aboard! I just saw an assassin strip a Heaven Country Divine Guard of all his armor. He didn't even leave the man his underwear!"
Qin Chuan turned toward Dragon Soaring World.
Dragon Soaring World scratched his head and coughed twice. "We've been poor for too long. Myriad Treasure Pavilion buys scrap, and enough of it is still worth some Divine Source Coins."
Duo Long looked ready to cry.
"Boss, the problem is we're out of room! This Metal Planet was a massive supply hub to begin with. We still can't take a third of its heavy equipment and ore! If we leave it here, I won't be able to sleep tonight!"
Leaving it behind was out of the question.
When you came out to make a profit, you didn't leave the meat for someone else.
Qin Chuan walked past the others and took two steps forward.
The Outpost's surface had