The iron door of the warehouse opened again.
Groups of soldiers rushed out quietly according to the predetermined plan and quickly assembled towards the various entrances and exits of the banquet hall and the predetermined positions.
It is not difficult to control the nobles in the banquet hall. A group of pampered gentlemen cannot make any big waves.
The real trouble is that in the VIP lounge next to the banquet hall, the private bodyguards brought by the nobles and the mercenaries arranged by Valerius are all ruthless characters who lick blood from the edge of their swords.
Fu Haoran It is very clear that the real tough battle is still behind.
In the banquet hall, the music was blaring and the sound of clinking wine glasses was endless.
"I heard that the governor will sell his private property to make amends this time. I think the new governor is really scared!" The red-nosed Baron Witt hugged his female companion and laughed so hard that his whole body trembled with fat.
"He probably figured it out, make a fortune and run away. After all, this broken planet has long been hopeless." The tall and thin nobleman next to him shook his wine glass with disdain on his face.
"Tithe? Let him have a headache! It's none of our business?" Baron Klaus sneered, "I still have the property rights of three mineral stars in other star fields. I might as well move somewhere else."
"That's right, who hasn't settled down yet?" The bald Viscount Harris took a sip of wine and slipped his hand into the skirt of his female companion, "Let's go, honey, it's too noisy here, let's find a quiet place..."
He hugged his female companion and slipped to the side door of the banquet hall. This door was connected to a backup safety passage that was rarely used by people.
The moment he opened the door, Harris woke up from his drunken state.
Outside the door, a row of soldiers stood in darkness.
They were wearing body armor, and the Lasgun in their hands had bayonets attached, like a cold iron wall. There was no noise, only the sound of the alloy gun body being clenched.
Standing at the front was none other than Sean, who had just been slapped by the noble.
Sean's eyes were as cold as ice, and the alloy rod in his hand lay across the door frame, blocking all the way out.
Harris was so frightened that he backed away repeatedly, slammed the door, and his back was instantly soaked in cold sweat.
But he looked back at the scene of singing and dancing in the banquet hall, and forced himself to calm down.
Fu Haoran dares to detain all Hive City nobles? What a joke! There is also Lunar-class Cruiser of Brigadier General Valerius on the track. Give him a hundred courages, and he won't dare to do it!
At this moment, the main light in the banquet hall suddenly dimmed.
The only spotlight clicked on the stage in the center of the banquet hall.
Fu Haoran didn't know when he stood in the beam of light. He stood behind a podium so that everyone couldn't see clearly what he was wearing.
The noise in the whole place became quiet for a while, and the nobles all looked over, their eyes full of teasing and confusion.
"Thank you all for coming to the banquet tonight." Fu Haoran spoke, and his voice spread through the loudspeaker to every corner of the banquet hall. "I, Fu Haoran, am deeply impressed by your generosity tonight."
There were a few faint sneers from the audience, and someone whistled.
"The imperial tax officer's ultimatum has just arrived." Fu Haoran continued, "Three hundred years of arrears, Tithe, hangs like a knife over the heads of the entire Hive City."
"When Hive City is in trouble, everyone is responsible. I invite you all to come tonight. In addition to the banquet, I also want to ask you to donate part of your family property to help Hive City tide over the difficulties."
The whole place was quiet for two seconds.
Immediately, deafening laughter and curses broke out.
"Hahaha! Donate money? Are you crazy!"
"Why? Paying taxes is your governor's business, what does it have to do with us?"
"I wouldn't give it to you even if I threw it into the sea of stars!"
"Come and snatch it if you can? Tomorrow Commodore Valerius's private fleet will aim its guns at you Governor's Office!"
There was an explosion of laughter and curses. Baron Klaus was laughing so hard that he couldn't even hold his wine glass. He looked at Fu Haoran as if he was looking at a fool.
Fu Haoran stood in the spotlight with no expression on his face.
After all the laughter gradually subsided, he slowly spoke.
"It seems that you are unwilling to cooperate."
"Since good words are useless," Fu Haoran's voice suddenly turned cold, like a knife tempered with ice, "Then don't blame me for being so merciless."
He raised his hand and waved it down violently!
"Do it!"
The front, back, and side doors of the banquet hall were suddenly slammed open!
The red-eyed soldiers who had been waiting outside the door for a long time rushed in like a flood that burst a dam!
Sean rushed to the front, his eyes instantly locked on the Baron Klaus who kicked him, a low roar that had been suppressed for a long time burst out from his throat, he raised the alloy stick in his hand high and rushed forward!
Baron Klaus's eyes widened and he opened his mouth to call for a bodyguard, but before he could say anything, he was hit hard on the shoulder with a stick and fell to the ground screaming.
Sean was riding on him, and the alloy rod was smashed down one by one. All the grievances Under-hivers had suffered in the past three months and more than ten years were all hit on this nobleman.
No one stopped the surrounding soldiers, they just held their guns and stared at the surrounding nobles who wanted to resist.
The banquet hall instantly exploded.
The screams of the noble lady, the curses and cries of the nobles, and the muffled sound of the stick hitting the flesh were all mixed together in an instant.
Fu Haoran stood on the stage, looking at the chaos in the audience indifferently, and then put on his helmet.
The real trouble begins now.
Sure enough, the door from the banquet hall to the VIP lounge was kicked open.
Hundreds of heavily armed private bodyguards rushed in with guns drawn.
Fu Haoran calmly took out Autogun, and the moment he pulled the trigger, Ronan, who was guarding behind the door, opened fire simultaneously with the Power Armor soldiers. The intensive firepower instantly mopped up the mercenaries at the front.
However, the mercenaries and private soldiers hiding on both sides of the gate were not much better. The terrifying penetrating power of Hellgun was demonstrated at this moment, and the wall was directly penetrated.
After emptying a drum, Fu Haoran dropped Autogun and took out a standard Space Marine Chainsword.
He did not choose the shield, because it was a joke in front of Aeldari, and then he raised his fingers in the direction of the second floor.
Beside the pillar on the second floor, Lailis looked at the chaos in the audience, the smile on his lips getting thicker and thicker.
She threw the empty wine glass aside and touched the poison-tempered dagger at her waist with her fingertips.
"Okay, it's my turn to appear in this big show."
The other Drukhari wanted to go down with them, but heard Lailis's order, "You guys stay, this is an interesting duel, and it is a performance for me alone."
"Besides, there is a lady who doesn't want you to go out and cause trouble."
Lucifer appeared on the side without knowing when, with a super phase blade in his hand.
The memory from the bloodline made all Drukhari subconsciously enter a fighting state, and no one dared to take action.
Lailis ignored it and dropped it lightly, the dagger spinning on the fingertips.
It is no fun to kill a governor who is helpless, but to tear a prey that dares to resist with your own hands is the fun of Commorragh Wych.
She wanted to see how this human governor who dared to flip the table had the courage to challenge me.
Lailis landed on the dining table, her bare feet silent and her red hair fluttering lightly.
She just stood there, looking at Fu Haoran wearing Power Armor and holding Chainsword.
His eyes are calm, like a god looking down at the ants, like a cat looking at Rat struggling under its claws.
That was undisguised contempt brought about by the absolute disparity in strength.
Seeing Lailis's sexy and elegant figure, with very little fabric on her body, Fu Haoran didn't have the slightest enthusiasm to appreciate it.
[Lailis·Hesperax (Drukhari)]
[Attributes: Strength 80, Agility 95, Constitution 75, Spirit 85]
Fu Haoran Take another look at your own attributes.
[Attributes: Strength 35 (+30), Agility 21 (+16), Physique 60 (+70), Spirit 15]
Even with the blessing of Power Armour, the core agility attribute is nearly doubled, not to mention the opponent's thousands of years of combat experience, the gap is completely crushing!
But Fu Haoran still started Chainsword.
The chain teeth rotated at high speed, making a harsh hissing sound.
He knew that his probability of winning was less than one in ten thousand.
But he must go.
Because he is the governor.