Mortal

Although Xuan Ye disliked the Plath Empire's way of doing things, he had no intention of rushing over. Using underhanded methods within their own rules was despicable, but it was still their right.

Judging from the man's furious expression earlier, though, their exploitation was probably truly excessive.

"You don't want to sell your goods? Fine, then pay the fee. What? Other currencies? Sorry, we don't accept those. Either sell your goods to pay the fee, or leave and obediently fly back on your own."

"Come on, you reached this location through the Warp Orbit. Even conventional flight at sublight speed would be enough to get you there."

In such circumstances, most people had no choice but to submit and let themselves be ruthlessly fleeced.

Small and medium-sized spacecraft were still acceptable. The fees were not especially high, since they knew they could not squeeze much profit from them and would only offend people for nothing.

But for transport ships like the tens-of-thousands-of-meters-long one he had seen earlier, the price they had to pay was enough to make them spit blood. Aside from selling off some of their cargo, they probably had no other choice.

The losses from going in and out would not be enough to make the deal a total loss, but heavy losses were certain.

Just then, accompanied by rhythmic tap-tap footsteps, a group of strange figures draped in cloaks and windbreakers walked over from the distance.

Each cloak bore the same symbol. They should have come from the same faction. Judging from their confident bearing and strides, they seemed to have considerable backing.

Even the Big-Eared Green-Skinned Buyer cast a measuring glance at them. This group was probably also among those who had come from outside this time.

The mysterious cloaked figures swept their eyes over the