"Master!!" Adele Ulan ignored everything else and ran toward Darth Malthael. Right now, her eyes held only one figure—the Tang Xiao with whom she shared a twisted relationship, husband and wife in name, yet someone she actually called Master!
Her husband gave her an incomparable sense of security. She even threw her blaster pistol to the ground. She did not want to touch that thing ever again.
Yet Darth Malthael did not respond to her enthusiasm. He raised a hand and clenched it through the air, smashing the fleeing ship viciously into the ground!
The ship crashed down with a dull boom, sending countless waves of dust rolling outward. Adele Ulan froze as the dust rushed toward her. Though Darth Malthael had said nothing, she could still sense her husband's rejection.
She slowly came to a stop and stared blankly at Darth Malthael. "Master? I..."
"You haven't finished your task, and you're already thinking of celebrating?" Darth Malthael said mockingly.
"I..."
"You haven't dealt with all these people. I handled four of them for you. Now there are still seven aboard that ship." Darth Malthael's voice was ice-cold. "They wanted to take your ship, violate your body, and even kill you. And now you intend to leave them behind and come give me a hug?"
"Master, this shouldn't..." Adele Ulan tried to argue.
But Darth Malthael gave her no chance to speak. He merely tossed out one cold sentence. "Do it."
With a wave of his hand, an endless sandstorm rose from nowhere and surrounded the entire area. No one could enter or leave!
The remaining seven mercenaries forced open the battered ship's hatch and stumbled out. The moment they saw Darth Malthael, terror filled their eyes. Two of them even collapsed onto the ground, screaming.
"No... don't kill me...