"You answered readily enough..."
Shi Bashi tugged at the corner of his mouth, the smile on his face fading slightly.
"But let me make this clear first. Don't let the small scale of this mission fool you—if you fail to complete it, you'll still face severe punishment!"
"When that time comes, you may find death to be a relief."
The foxman Smir could not possibly keep up with Shi Bashi's train of thought.
He merely assumed the other man was trying to intimidate him and hurriedly responded again:
"Yes! I guarantee the mission will be completed!"
"However..."
Hearing Smir change his tone, Shi Bashi was delighted, secretly thinking that this guy had finally come to his senses.
He was just about to imitate Song Siming, clear his throat, and start putting on airs.
But then he heard an entirely unrelated question beside his ear:
"...I'm just a minor slave owner. I don't even have the authority to directly mobilize the Group's mercenaries. I'm afraid I lack the means to create obstacles for Xu Xiao's liberation of the Palu Star Belt."
"Colonial Lord, how about giving me some military authority?"
Shi Bashi: "..."
Give you military authority?
Give you military authority, and a mere slave owner like you could take down that dim-witted God's Chosen One?
What nonsense was that?!
Even if he allowed him to mobilize all the mercenaries in the Slave Group, he still might not be a match for God's Chosen One!
"How many mercenaries do you need?" Shi Bashi suppressed his irritation and spoke blandly.
"How many mercenaries would it take for you to complete this little mission?"
Smir's eyes rolled, and he immediately gave an answer that left Shi Bashi even more baffled:
"Eight hundred."
"If I can freely mobilize eight hundred Group mercenaries, I'll definitely