Ma Zhi's Promotion

Facing the shareholders' questioning at the group's general meeting, Ma Jiahe looked exceptionally bedraggled.

The screen before them kept replaying the latest battle reports.

One exploding warship after another seemed to be mocking him in silence.

As for the "great achievement" of recapturing Guardian Star, even Ma Jiahe was too embarrassed to bring it up.

The battle had lasted an entire day, and everyone had spent that day in the meeting hall.

Ma Jiahe had already pulled open his collar, and he was in an extremely irritable state.

Usually meticulous about his appearance, his face was now greasy, and his eyes were bloodshot.

He was no spoiled rich kid. He argued fiercely against the crowd and dealt with them one by one.

Now, he finally understood how Ma Zhi had felt back then—except their positions had been reversed.

And unlike the blame Ma Zhi had been unable to bear, he could bear this one.

"...Maple Leaf Mining has been plotting this for a long time. I won't shirk responsibility, but if someone else had been in my place, who would dare say they could have done better than me?"

"Now isn't the time to assign blame. Maple Leaf Mining was clearly pushed forward by someone to carve up our Pegasus Galaxy. They knew we had made breakthroughs in next-generation warship technology, so they deliberately laid this trap..."

"Replacing the commander in the middle of battle? Whoever dares take over this mess, I'll step down and yield my position to them. Who dares?"

Once Ma Jiahe threw down the gauntlet, no one actually dared take over.

Not just anyone could carry this black pot.

Besides, this was precisely when the Pegasus Group fleet was in the process of retaking Guardian Star.

Everyone knew it was only a fig leaf, and that