Trouble Begins on Nal Hutta (Part 2)

In the outer space around Mimban, after the battle broke out here, recovery teams from both sides arrived one after another to retrieve core technological components from the wreckage of their respective warships. The crashed vessels, wrecks of all kinds of droids, and weapon debris were all left where they lay.

After all, this was Hutt jurisdiction. The fleets of the Galactic Republic and the Confederacy of Independent Systems coming here to fight had already displeased the Hutts greatly. And after that, they still wanted to recover the wreckage?

So this place had now become paradise for scrap dealers. Countless scrap dealers hired by the Hutts piloted their own junk ships here to clear away the debris. They would not spare even a single metal fragment, loading everything into their junk ships.

The Durasteel used in Galactic Republic warship armor was an extremely advanced material with formidable protective capabilities. It was shaped first and processed afterward, but it could at least be used to make external armor plates.

Under the navigation droid's control, Ziro's shuttle entered Mimban's atmosphere. He had the Hutts' distinctive identification code, and all the scrap merchants operating on this planet kept far away. No one dared give him trouble.

Following the navigation coordinates, he arrived above a barren stretch of hills. Looking down from there, he saw a figure in a black cloak already standing below, though there was no sign of where his ship was parked.

The shuttle slowly descended before the man. The fierce wind kicked up by its engines sent his black cloak flying high, but he remained where he was, as steady as a rock.

Ziro stepped off the ship with four B-2 super battle droids. Looking at the man, he beamed and said ingratiatingly, "So you're that generous patron. Haha, what