Appeal

The imposing aura unique to a Seventh-Tier Civilization swept over the scene the moment its representative appeared, plunging everything into silence. Even those unruly dark-skinned men immediately quieted down and behaved themselves.

The local host, the vice president of the Stark Merchant Guild, was the one to speak first.

"Esteemed envoy of the Galactic Central Empire, the Stark Merchant Guild welcomes your arrival. We are deeply sorry that this situation has arisen..."

The vice president of the Stark Merchant Guild was quite clever. Knowing he could not keep arguing with those dark-skinned men, he immediately started borrowing the Galactic Central Empire's prestige.

He began explaining the situation from his own perspective.

The Galactic Central Empire had been the party they contacted first, and the Stark Merchant Guild also held some shares in the Milky Way Starry Sky Conglomerate. In terms of their relationship, they were far more agreeable than those universally disliked dark-skinned men.

"Is that so? Hmm?"

The noble, arrogant figure glanced at the group of dark-skinned men and merely uttered a hum, yet that alone left them completely unable to speak.

This was not oppression brought about by strength, but pressure brought about by status, leaving them unsure how to respond!

"They are merely a group of natives. There is no need to talk about vassal states or anything of the sort. Leave."

He waved his hand in disgust. The group of dark-skinned men could only stare at one another, but in the end, profit moved them, and they stubbornly spoke up.

"We hold the Central Empire in great respect as well. We can even increase the share we originally offered from fifty percent to sixty percent as an apology."

The words were blunt, and they came quickly.

But such shameless behavior left everyone from the Stark Merchant