Trouble Begins on Nal Hutta (Part 1)

"This..." Francis Underwood said awkwardly. "Our investigation found that Prur Baren had embezzled and misappropriated project funds for personal gain. To cover up the negative effects caused by the funding shortage, she robbed Peter to pay Paul and hired a group of prisoners for escort duty, because those prisoners charged far less than legitimate escort groups..."

"So the news got out through those prisoners?" Darth Malthael's voice grew ever colder.

"That is indeed the case." Francis Underwood lowered his head.

"I assume that, as punishment for leaking information, the place where those prisoners were should already be awash in blood?" Darth Malthael's voice was now as terrifying as a demon from the depths of hell.

It was hard to imagine that just ten minutes ago, he had still been laughing and chatting aboard the Astro-class frigate with Cun Te. Of course, Cun Te might have been the only person he could still joke around with like that.

"This..." Cold sweat was already streaming down Francis Underwood's temples. He took out a handkerchief and wiped his forehead. "I'm having the Intelligence Department investigate which group of prisoners leaked the inf—ugh..."

Darth Malthael raised his hand and clenched it. Terrifying Dark Side Force crossed time and space, instantly gripping Francis Underwood's throat on the other side of the Milky Way Galaxy and lifting him into the air!

Francis flailed and struggled violently, but he could neither see nor touch whatever was gripping his neck. He could only thrash about in despair, his face turning nearly purple.

Only then did Darth Malthael wave his hand. Francis hit the floor with a thud, clutching his bruised neck as he gulped down air.

"Listen, my dear Prime Minister. I do not care whether I kill the wrong people, nor do I care whether they had