Three hours later, Xiaoyaotian, top-floor private viewing room.
Outside the enormous floor-to-ceiling windows lay the brilliantly lit nightscape of the Planetary Fortress, while the distant starry sky stretched out like a curtain of black silk.
Inside the private room, the Amethyst Long Table, large enough to seat more than ten diners, was laden with exquisite delicacies.
At this moment, Duke and the others had all arrived.
"Damn, Brother Xu, this is one hell of a feast!"
Duke stared wide-eyed at the fragrant dishes spread across the table and could not help clicking his tongue. "This is Dragon Scale Stew, right? One serving costs three hundred thousand military merit!"
"And this—Star Core Marrow Wine. One pot has to cost at least five hundred thousand military merit!"
"This whole table of food has to be worth at least five million military merit, doesn't it?"
Even Duke's voice trembled slightly.
Though he was a Two-star General and had accumulated quite a bit of military merit, he could not bear to spend it so extravagantly.
"Captain, don't stand on ceremony with Jingming."
Lyle wore a dark red long dress, her high ponytail as neat and sharp as ever.
She lifted a glass of amber liquor, the corners of her red lips curling up as she said with smiling eyes, "He made a fortune off Joel this time. It's only right that he treats us."
"More than forty million military merit."
"Tsk, tsk. Joel is probably too angry to eat right now."
"Oh? You all know already?"
Xu Jingming was a little surprised.
"Of course."
Lyle giggled, charm flowing through her eyes and brows. "You caused such a huge commotion in the Exchange Hall. More than twenty million military merit worth of spoils, plus the forty million Commander Joel 'generously gifted' you—it's already spread throughout