Ahead, the sprawling space industrial complex had begun to take shape.
Amid the pitch-black starry sky, it was one of the few sources of light.
Densely packed engineering vessels moved in and out constantly, carrying out all manner of construction work.
A small number of warships cruised through space, seemingly guarding the fragile industrial base.
Watching the footage sent back by the reconnaissance ship, Ma Jiahe finally smiled.
It was too hard, just too hard.
Heaven knew how difficult things had been for him. Ever since Maple Leaf Mining Group appeared, he had suffered setback after setback.
After being sanctioned so many times, he had almost grown unaccustomed to success.
Fortunately, he had finally seen a glimmer of hope this time.
"Ma Zhi, let's show Maple Leaf Mining Group what we're made of. Otherwise, they'll think everyone in Pegasus Group is useless."
Ma Jiahe was brimming with confidence. At least he had won once. That alone made it worthwhile.
Ma Zhi's expression was more solemn than ever. Looking at the live feed being transmitted back, he felt that this time... things seemed to have backfired?
Ma Jiahe patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Relax. Don't be so nervous. We've got this in the bag. Come on... bring that bottle of champagne over."
Ma Zhi had no mood to pop champagne before the battle was even over. His solemn expression was not born of nervousness, but panic.
That worthless rich kid had spent all these years being useless, only to stab him in the back at the very end.
The experienced Ma Jiahe had already figured out the reason. Maple Leaf Mining Group might not have had many warships, so their main force had gone to wipe out Pegasus Group's detached fleet, creating a gap in their