Ning Xue was angry. "It would be great if it were a warship. Then I'd have the confidence to cooperate with them. I've always been the passive party."
Hearing his Young Master say this, the butler was somewhat speechless. He really wanted to say that the Young Master had far too many compromising secrets in other people's hands. If the other party abandoned all sense of honor and directly used those secrets to threaten him, he would not merely be passive.
Of course, judging from the current situation, Ninth Mister still had a strong sense of contractual integrity. Someone who could become an Ace Mercenary had earned it through more than just strength—they had earned it through reputation as well.
And the other party's strength truly was formidable. The things he kept producing left their side with no choice but to continue cooperating with him. They had originally wanted to distance themselves from him, yet their cooperation had only grown closer and closer.
The last time, Yang Bo had deliberately revealed to Zhang Bozhen that he wanted to buy some contraband, all so Zhang Bozhen would send him more missions and orders.
Although his two identities combined were worth hundreds of billions, that was utterly insignificant in the face of a warship.
Even a slightly better warship cost over a trillion. A warship's construction cost was several times that of an ordinary spacecraft.
Not to mention the main warship itself—even the spare Energy Stones for a single auxiliary vessel were worth tens of billions.
And what was even more expensive on a main warship? Of course, the people! Everyone aboard a main warship was technical personnel, because low-end tasks simply did not require people like them.
Most low-end work was handled by intelligent robots.
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