Kunto looked at Yuri Orlov in disbelief. He could not imagine why someone who had been so resolute just moments ago had suddenly changed his mind after reminiscing for a while.
After thinking it over, he confirmed, "Are you sure, Mr. Yuri? As far as I know, the Trade Federation has a huge appetite. They intend to fight the Galactic Empire to the bitter end on their own planets. And their planets are all located in the Core Worlds, so supplying them with weapons would be extremely difficult."
"Don't worry. The Trade Federation has plenty of money. As long as their money is in place, nothing is a problem. Santa Claus will deliver whatever they want on time. Hahahaha." Yuri Orlov laughed.
Kunto nodded and said with feeling, "I think you'll definitely make a great deal of money this time."
"Hahahahaha! Of course, Mr. Kunto. Next time I see you, dinner's on me." Yuri Orlov waved dismissively.
He stood up, casually crushed his cigarette butt into the expensive carpet, leaving an ugly scar, then walked toward the door.
After taking a few steps, he suddenly stopped and turned back to ask Kunto, "Mr. Kunto, do you know what the most important thing is for an arms dealer?"
Kunto froze for a moment, then answered tentatively, "Um... selling more weapons? No, it should be... that there's war everywhere in the Milky Way Galaxy?"
"Hahahahaha!" Yuri Orlov burst out laughing. He waved his hand and turned to leave.
Outside the door, Yuri Orlov wore an inexplicable smile. As he walked, he took out a communicator and pressed a few buttons. At the same time, he muttered to himself, "For an arms dealer, the most important thing... is to never get involved in a war. Heh heh..."
The communicator's holographic projection flickered, revealing