The Beginning of the Riot

Zorba quickly connected to Giliac. When Giliac saw who was on the other end, he appeared utterly indifferent. "Zorba, why aren't you enjoying your retirement instead of bothering me? Managing an enormous Desilijic kajidic keeps me very busy."

Zorba flew into a rage and immediately cursed, "Giliac Desilijic Tiron!! You actually sided with that foul worm Alok Besadi, and you even want to hand my son over to Gaddula!! Where have you put the honor of our Desilijic kajidic? You useless, idiotic piece of filth!"

"The family's honor cannot help us hold on to Tatooine. With your limited vision, you cannot see anything," Giliac said calmly.

"Is Tatooine our only business?! For one Tatooine, you're actually willing to drag Jabba down with you! You're using Jabba's future to cover up your own incompetence!!" Zorba roared.

"I told you, you simply cannot see the hidden danger behind this. Only Alok and I have seen it, which is why we must make a decision." Giliac's tone remained calm.

"Don't mention that despicable bastard Alok to me! You must immediately cut off all dealings with the Besadi kajidic!! Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude!!" Zorba bellowed.

"If you have no other questions, then we're done here." Giliac coldly dropped those words.

"Wait! Didn't you hear what I said?! Giliac!!" Before Zorba could finish, the communication was cut off.

"Wuaaah!!! Giliac!! You bastard!!()*()**&()&...%#￥" Zorba rapidly unleashed a torrent of curses in Hutt language, so frenzied that no one nearby could make out what he was saying.

"You finally understand now, don't you? You're nothing now, Zorba." Ziro wriggled into view at the door of the specially designed communications room.

"I need to contact my old subordinates immediately! We'll drag Giliac down and chop him to pieces right now!" Zorba said.

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