The city guards' Small Ship had been a little too overbearing. Under normal procedure, once they received such a request, they should have proactively displayed their credentials.
After all, a starship was a relatively private space, and accidents were never lacking in space.
But law enforcers anywhere would not remain cautious at all times. Occasionally overstepping their bounds was nothing unusual.
The other side's willingness to say, "We'll show our credentials after boarding," was already out of consideration for that pass.
The boarding bridges between the two ships connected, and three people strode in from the other side with aggressive momentum.
Yet the moment they entered the Vacuum Door, three waves of Coercive Pressure swept over them, carrying the unmistakable aura of Supremes.
The three of them froze on the spot, their faces turning pale as their bodies trembled uncontrollably.
Among the three city guards, the strongest was only Rank C, while one was even an ordinary person, not even a Modified Warrior.
The fact that they had ignored a Core Circle pass and barged in so brazenly showed just how arrogant Paradise Star had become lately.
They now realized that a starship with such a pass also had three Supremes aboard. It was definitely not someone they could afford to provoke.
People said Core Circle starships were hard to mess with, but that was not necessarily always true... However, any ship with a Supreme aboard was bound to be troublesome! And now, there were three Supremes on the other side. This was no longer merely troublesome—they had kicked an iron plate! The three stood there trembling, not daring to utter a word, when a burly woman walked over. She was clearly Rank A.
Claire stopped before them, held out her hand, and said flatly, "Credentials!"
The three city guards