Within the spaceship headquarters of the Frieza Force's Third Reconnaissance Corps under Dodoria, all the dispatched small craft gradually returned. The scouts of the Third Reconnaissance Corps stood in formation in the square of the ship's lower deck, welcoming Cui, who had come to receive their reconnaissance results.
"You found no cause for the anomaly? Trash! Trash! Every last one of you is trash!" Cui, clad in black-and-yellow battle armor, with purple skin covered in black spots and a wicked face, furiously berated the hundreds of scouts standing in line. In irritation, he slapped a nearby scout away, smashing him against the wall into a pulp.
The hundreds of scouts, whose power levels ranged from three hundred to nine and who could have been considered the strongest beings on some more remote planets, ruling them like local tyrants, were so frightened that they did not dare make a sound.
"If you found no anomaly, how am I supposed to explain myself to Lord Frieza? You useless trash!" Cui's expression darkened as his vicious gaze swept over the silent scouts. Irritably, he blamed them for making him waste another trip.
Originally, he had hurried over in hopes that they had found the anomaly Lord Frieza had mentioned, so he could claim credit before Frieza.
Cui had already diligently visited more than a dozen reconnaissance corps. He had even agreed to temporarily take over Dodoria's reconnaissance corps as well, intending to cast a wide net and help Lord Frieza locate the anomaly so he could earn merit in Frieza's eyes.
Yet more than a dozen reconnaissance corps had yielded nothing, leaving him in an extremely foul mood.
Among Frieza's subordinates, Cui was basically at the very bottom.
Frieza's most loyal and strongest subordinates were the five members of his personal elite unit,