Smoke curled through the room as Ni Yongxiao slowly raised his head. All he saw was Magtan-Scar, the Bosa whose fur had already begun to thin in patches, yet whose bearing remained as imposing as ever, walking in.
Ni Yongxiao gave a slight nod. Only then did Scar nod back and take a seat opposite him.
Time had passed, and Magtan-Scar was no longer the ruthless bandit who had loved nothing more than fighting and killing. Power and time had long since worn down his sharp edges. Now, his gaze was steady, his manners refined. Before Ni Yongxiao, he seemed more like a composed commander than the outlaw chief he had once been.
Only those who had witnessed power and possessed it themselves understood how to fear it. Those who constantly claimed to disdain this department or that high-ranking official simply had never truly crossed the threshold into power.
Magtan-Scar had seen it. He had long understood the true weight of power, and he knew that any one of the people from the Kingdom of Dawn could make him and everything he possessed vanish into dust in an instant.
Roan had never seen it. As the situation in Hutt Space gradually stabilized, he had become like a spoiled child, believing that all the truth in the galaxy rested in his fists. Yet he had never known that those who truly held power could destroy him with no more than a glance.
"How have you been lately?" Ni Yongxiao took a drag from his cigarette, narrowed his eyes, and flicked off the ash. Rather than getting straight to the point, he made small talk.
"I was planning to retire, but... it seems this galaxy won't let me stay idle. Heh heh." Magtan-Scar smiled.
Ni Yongxiao waved a finger. An etiquette droid