The members of the Pandora Planetary Council saw that Bart was actually holding a raffle to give away mechas and immediately began calling up officials from every planetary department to curse them out.
"You idiots, hurry up and send away the people Viscount Bart wants!"
"You morons, what are you still wasting time for? Get the people Viscount Bart needs onto the warships. Don't let the losses grow any worse."
"You stupid pigs, hurry up! Hurry!"
The Planetary Council members had originally wanted to curse Bart, but they did not dare.
When those council members saw Bart's newly recruited subordinates looting everything they could from the spaceport, their faces turned green. A fleet had quite a large stockpile of supplies.
And now, those supplies were being looted by Bart.
Then he was using those looted goods to livestream.
This was not a livestream at all. It was a blatant slap in the face! He was using the spoils he had just seized as livestream prizes.
Yet those council members did not dare say anything to Bart. They could only curse the heads of the departments carrying out the mission.
The first thing the heads of Pandora Planet's various departments did now was send away every person Viscount Bart wanted.
Because as long as Viscount Bart remained, four glaring warships would be flying overhead.
What worried the Pandora Planetary Council members even more was whether, after Viscount Bart completed the second stage of his plan, a third stage might suddenly emerge.
After all, Viscount Bart's four warships were glaring down from space.
The longer this dragged on, the more likely Viscount Bart might suddenly think to demand compensation or something. Wouldn't that mean even greater losses?
Viscount Bart himself had the temperament of a bastard. Who knew whether he would change