Jabba Desilijic was completely unconcerned. He said coldly, "The Shadow Collective? Then are you funded by the Galactic Empire or the Duchy of Dawn?"
"Neither." Tis Doran shook her head. "We are a group of people who want to protect our own interests under the tyranny of those two Sith Lords."
"What you say has no credibility, and no value." Jabba said. "Those words alone cannot make me do anything for you."
Tis Doran said, "Our forces are also leaving Hutt Space now, so I will not prove anything to you. I will only tell you this: in two days, Kiliak Desilijic will die. And within ten days at most, Aruk Besadi will die as well. You have ten days to consider it. Once they are all dead, you will become Oruba Goresla's primary target. By then, even we will not be able to help you."
"I naturally have my own methods. I do not need your help," Jabba said coldly.
"On Planet Tis (Tech), we have hidden a group of secret ships. This is our final gesture of sincerity. If you truly want to leave Hutt Space and seek a comeback, you can go there." Tis Doran said, "If you want to keep pouring what remains of your wealth into those meaningless black-market warships, if you want to set off another grand fireworks display for the Butcher, I will not stop you. But remember, when that time comes, how much value will you have left for us to help?"
She gave a seductive smile. "Lastly, let me give you one small secret for free. Aren't you curious about who exactly the Butcher was, the one who destroyed all your main forces on Planet Barab?"
Jabba's expression darkened. "You know who he is?"
"What? It seems you still want to