So why did everything have to end in bloodshed?
Black Obsidian gazed through the passenger starship's porthole at the planet that had regained its vibrant azure vitality.
The last time he came here had been last time.
Back then, he had Ye Zi drop an asteroid onto it to help Earth improve its ecological environment.
Although humanity had later hidden inside fortresses, they had endured that winter without much difficulty.
Black Obsidian had changed his appearance this time, dressing in an outfit recently popular in Earth Civilization—leather pants, a leather jacket, and an Explosion Head.
From security inspection to border control, Black Obsidian had arranged plenty of contingencies in advance.
His organization had achieved quite a lot when it came to infiltration.
Black Obsidian stood and turned to look at the seats behind him.
More than a dozen pairs of eyes immediately turned toward him.
Why are you all so stiff-faced? Afraid the border inspectors won't notice you?
Black Obsidian said loudly, "All right, members of my company. You can admire the scenery of our home planet a little more. Our civilization will definitely become the overlord of this Star Domain. The home planet will probably become a museum someday!"
The four Spiritual Practitioners he had brought with him smiled, nodded, and lightly applauded.
That was quite respectful of them.
The nine men and women with stiff expressions each turned to the portholes and gazed at the Azure Planet.
They nodded woodenly without saying another word.
Black Obsidian clicked his tongue, tossed a flirtatious look at the flight attendant who had glanced over, then returned to his seat. He picked up a holographic newspaper and began reading it with great interest.
Black Obsidian was now eager to see just how astonished Wang Zheng would look when he saw these enforcers.