The Fall of the Calamity Legion (Part 2)
"Split it fifty-fifty? Olegar's Fist? Hahahaha!" Roan burst into laughter when he saw the message. "Absolutely ridiculous! Those rabble dare covet my spoils?"
In his heart, he had already regarded Demetrius Zaarin's legacy as his own property.
"Boss! This is like someone handing us a pillow just as we were getting sleepy. Perfect!" one of the leaders chimed in.
"That's right! We can rob the robbers—wipe out Olegar's Fist and take all that data for ourselves!" another leader said.
"...But Boss, isn't this too much of a coincidence? Olegar's Fist was just badly mauled by the Imperial fleet. There's no reason for them to come out on their own and say they have something valuable..." An older leader still frowned skeptically.
"What do you know? It's precisely because Olegar's Fist was hit so badly that they urgently need money to rebuild!" Roan did not need to respond; his loyal lackeys naturally leaped to his defense.
"Yeah, yeah. Think about it—aside from them, only we know about the technological data Zaarin had," another leader said. "As long as Olegar isn't stupid, he'll understand that the fewer people who know about this data, the better. They came to us because they're smart enough."
"Right! They could only come to us! Otherwise, with their few remaining junk warships, they'd dare take that data out to sell? Hahaha! They'd probably get robbed the moment they stepped outside! Hahahaha!"
The leaders spoke over one another, utterly unaware that they themselves were the ones plotting to rob their partners. The few dissenting voices had long since drowned beneath the flattery, fervor, and greed.
The decision was made quickly. Roan sent Olegar a reply, telling him that the Calamity Legion valued brotherhood and would let bygones be bygones. They